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[tilbageidanmark]

WARNING: FASCISM AHEAD

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[seifetyroom]

Macklin also said "But my landlord last year played in that series." Does this mean he's moving out oh my god maybe the willmack moves in together next season dream isn't so insane after all (actually do correct me on that did they actually aay they MIGHT or is that just a rumour circulating around?)

[spookypeachpitt13]

Savior

I’ve seen a lot of obsessive!/dark! Robby…and I just wanted to flip the switch a little for international women’s day. - thanks to @applehorror for the inspo as well as @lauraneedstochill for that amazing horror Robby story a couple weeks ago.

Warnings: drugging, kidnapping, non consensual touching while sleeping (is that still somno if they’re drugged?), psycho reader.

W/C - 1,431

You overheard the interaction with Robby and Jack. You saw the lack of emotion In Robby’s eyes when he refused to answer Jack about whether he was coming back. That wouldn’t work for you. It was hard enough wrestling with the idea of him leaving your orbit for 3 months. The idea of him leaving this earth? It sparked something in your chest. You didn’t think. You moved.

The rest of the day passed by with chaos barely bridled by crumbling cohesion and the day shift was….exhausted. Most people had hoped that Robby would at least sleep off his shift before leaving on a cross country motorcycle trip. You knew different.

You approached him in the locker room with a soft smile, looking up through your lashes.

“Hey boss! Can I ask a quick favor before you leave?” Your voice dripping with honey.

“What’s that?” He answers with a kind smile.

“Could you just follow me home on your bike like you did last week? My car is making that sound again…and I know the interstate is out that way anyway…I was just hoping-“

“Of course…that’s not an issue, you know that” he cuts you off, holding to quell any anxiety. You smile widely up at him and gently grab his bicep, squeezing in appreciation. “Thank you, Michael”.

When he pulled up behind you in your driveway, he put the kickstand down and took his helmet off-the helmet he was clearly only wearing because he knew you could see him. You approached him after parking your car to give him a hug. He barely felt the needle.

Living in a older suburban neighborhood had it’s advantages. The cul de sac your house sat on was hidden to the side. Your neighbors were an elderly couple and a 5 acre field with a reservoir for the local communities water.

You had to admit, rolling Robby’s dead weight onto the tarp was easier than you had thought. Getting him up the stairs from your garage into your kitchen? That proved to be more difficult.

Eventually, you had to tie a bed sheet around his ankles and drag him feet first up the 3 steps.

Getting him in the bed of the guest room was….interesting. You had managed to get him in your office chair so you could roll him down the hallway of your one story cottage. For lack of a better plan, you all but dumped him on the mattress. He flopped unceremoniously, cheek first and left out a soft grumble.

You left him there briefly so you could run back outside and roll his bike into your garage and close the garage door.

You undressed him of his jacket, socks and shoes and then stopped. Should you? Where’s the line here? You already drugged the man…you might as well get him out of his dirty scrubs, right? It still felt like you were pushing a boundary. You snorted at yourself…yeah…right.

You took your time sliding his scrub top off, leaving him in his forest green Henley. His tummy pudge pushed against the waffle knit and you purred softly, letting your finger tips cascade over the curve.

You took a couple seconds to breathe warm air into your palms to tone down the initial shock of your freezing hands before your slide them under either side off his long sleeve sliding it up slowly and off.

Your gulp was audible. His chest was moderately covered in dark brown hair mixing with dark grey and silver strands. The hair dispersed down his abdomen and reconvened on his soft belly. Goddamnit. Your felt animalistic, feral. You wanted to nuzzle against his whole body.

Your eyes continued the trail of hair and you whimpered loudly as it disappeared under the low slung waistline of his cargo pants.

Popping the button and lowering the zipper of his pants was not a choice you came to lightly. You almost lined up your stuffed animals so you could at least have someone to talk it out with.

His clothes were in the washing machine in the spin cycle as you approached his soft cock with your wash cloth. You handled this “bath” with professionalism, oddly enough. You had done this before hundreds of times with patients.

They were, of course, Alert and awake at the time.

Before you let your fingers graze him, you took a second to admire it. Even soft, it was larger than anyone she’d been with. With delicate precision, she washed his most private areas: front, back, and in between.

During the process, Robby would let out soft puffs or little lip smacks and grunts, but never showed any other signs of awakening.

He stayed asleep for the rest of the bath. He stayed asleep when you redressed him in his clean socks, black boxer briefs, and green Henley. He stayed asleep when you handcuffed him to the bed post and covered him with the blankets. He stayed asleep when you made dinner, showered, and got ready for bed.

You had made sure to pop in to check his vitals and make sure he was still stable and ok.

He stayed asleep for the rest of the night.

It wasn’t until morning that you finally heard the tug of the handcuff on metal. “What…what the fu-“ you hear a groggy Robby mumble.

You’d slept in the corner on the overstuffed recliner, not wanting to invade his space in the bed, but also not wanting to leave him entirely alone. You had been drifting in and out of sleep for a good 20 minutes until this point.

You sit up slowly, lowering the recliner and walking over to Robby’s waking form.

“Morning, Michael…how are you feeling? You’ve got to be thirsty…I had half a mind to hook up a banana bag, but I couldn’t really rationalize a reason to go back to work to grab the supplies”

“What the fuck…where the hell am I??” His voice started to get deeper and more loud as he started to fully wake up. His eyes widen when they finally cleared enough to focus on you. He said your name with grit. His chest rumbled with aggression.

“What. Did. You. Fucking. Do.” His growl continued before he violently yanked st the handcuff in a vain attempt to loosen it.

You backed away just enough before letting out a disappointing sigh. Your eyes catch his as you started to shake your head and “tsk” at him in admonishment. “Michael stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself.”

He tries again and when it doesn’t budge he screams out “FUCK!”

His arm start to violently yank against the handcuff, causing a loud ruckus of metal versus metal mixed with his panicked yelling.

“MICHAEL! STOP!” You scream over his yelling. He continues on for another 30 seconds before stopping in a huff. His chest heaved wildly and his lip snarled at you.

“Let me the fuck go” his voice lowers to a dangerously deep octave. It’s adorable for him to think he can intimidate you. You already got this far, your concern no longer had boundaries or governs when it came to saving this man.

“I can’t….you need me” you say simply.

“I-what?”

“You were going to kill yourself and I can’t just allow that to happen, Michael…so…I’m going to help you…you need me” you explain as if it’s the most normal concept. You even shrug.

Robby sat there speechless. Somewhere in his sick, sad, bitter mind, he felt touched that someone actually cared enough to go to these lengths to keep him around.

The rest of his mind, however? Was a threat level: Red.

You give him a sweet smile and slowly reach forward to push some hair out of his forehead. He winced at your touch and tried to back away. He wasnt sure how to feel when his skin warmed at your touch. He was expecting to feel entire repulsed. He almost had to force a negative reaction.

“You’ll feel better once you eat….hungry?” You chirp happily before turning around to leave and go make breakfast.

He was fucked. Everyone thought he left. He didn’t see his phone anywhere and he noticed he felt…clean. His skin smelled like lilac and white tea like he had showered…and his clothes smelled like lavender vanilla dryer sheets. Did you…

His face turned a dark shade of crimson as the realization was made. He laidback down, feeling dizzy. What the fuck was he gonna do?

[anarchycox]

AO3 comment: I was shocked by the content in this chapter you really should tag.

Me: I did 'creator chose not to use archive warnings' I also had a warning in the author's note about the scene but since it is 300 words in a 30k fic I am not tagging for it

AO3 comment: you could trigger someone with ptsd but if you don't want to tag that is your choice

Me: I did. I tagged 'creator chose not to use archive warnings'

Eternally, if you do not heed 'chose not to use warnings' that is absolutely on you not on the writer.

[twopoppies]

https://x.com/habitsantidote/status/1952482660930003415?s=46 what do you think?

That's a theory that makes some sense. Random enough to not be super obvious. Let's see if it continues. Louis... let us know if we're on the right track.

x

[couragekatz]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲

YANDERE! Slenderman x child reader (PLATONIC)

⚠️WARNINGS; Possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, implied captivity, mild horror undertones⚠️

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🕷️ General Behavior:

Slenderman sees himself as your only true protector. In his mind, the world is dangerous, loud, unpredictable, and full of liars — unlike the controlled stillness of the woods.

He doesn’t speak, but you always feel his emotions through telepathy or an overwhelming shift in the air around him.

He genuinely believes he's doing what’s best for you, even if it means isolating you from the world completely.

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🕷️ When You Start Asking About the Outside World:

The moment you show interest in the world beyond the forest, he becomes eerily quiet — but more watchful.

He starts blocking out signals — no more glimpses of cellphones, no abandoned books with cities in them, nothing to remind you of the life beyond.

He becomes colder in his movements, wrapping his tendrils around you protectively, almost possessively.

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🕷️ When You Try to Escape:

He doesn’t react violently… not at first. Instead, he lets you think you're free — following silently behind you in the shadows.

He plants obstacles in your way: paths that loop, sudden fogs, hallucinations of danger, even dreams that confuse your sense of reality.

If he does catch you, he never scolds. He simply brings you back, quiet and cold, holding you with his tendrils like a cage.

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🕷️ Emotional Manipulation:

He floods your mind with images of families arguing, kids getting bullied, news reports of violence, or orphans suffering — showing you that the world is unsafe.

Sometimes he’ll make his forest seem warmer, safer—almost dreamlike—to make you forget what you were fighting for.

He never hurts you, but may erase your memories temporarily or manipulate your dreams to keep you mentally reliant on him.

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🕷️ If You Do Escape:

He doesn’t chase you at first. He watches.

You feel eyes on you even in crowded places. Lights flicker when you're alone. You find drawings of trees in your notebook you don’t remember sketching.

People around you start acting oddly — subtly, as if something is pushing them away from you, or making them uncomfortable.

You dream of the forest. You wake up with twigs in your bed. You hear whispers at the edge of town.

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🕷️ Long-Term Obsession:

Even if you grow up and try to live a normal life, Slenderman never forgets you.

He’s patient. Eternal. He waits for you to feel tired, broken, lonely — and then the woods call to you again.

And if you ever return…

He won’t let you leave again.

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You were older now. Not much—just eleven—but enough to understand.

The forest was quiet tonight. The moonlight crept between the trees like silver fingers, brushing over mossy bark and long-forgotten bones. You had always known this place as home, ever since Slenderman took you in when you were small. He never spoke with words, but his silence spoke volumes—he kept you safe, he fed you, he never let anyone hurt you.

But you saw the world in stolen glimpses—through glimpses of lost hikers, scattered newspapers in abandoned cabins, glowing screens in the pockets of unlucky wanderers.

There was more than the woods. More than him.

You wanted to go to school. Make friends. Eat ice cream from a shop, not from the cold offerings he summoned from the shadows. You wanted to live.

So tonight, you stood at the edge of the woods—barefoot, clutching a small backpack you’d pieced together from old cloth and rope.

“I wanna leave,” you whispered to the dark, even though you knew he was already there, behind you.

The wind stilled. The trees quieted.

Then you felt him.

The air thickened. Long limbs moved like liquid behind you, tendrils curling with tension.

::Why.::

The word pressed into your mind, cold and stern.

“Because I want to be normal. I wanna go to school. Have a family. I don’t want to be hidden forever.”

There was a long pause. You didn’t dare turn around.

::They’ll hurt you. They always hurt. They lie, abandon, destroy.::

“That’s my choice,” you said, your voice trembling. “Even if I get hurt, it’ll be my life. Not yours.”

He didn’t like that. You felt the trees shiver as if nature itself feared his growing anger.

But then, a cold, gentle tendril rested on your shoulder.

::You are mine.::

“I don’t want to be.”

Silence.

You felt him retreat a little, like a beast being forced back into the shadows.

::...If you leave, they won’t love you like I do. They’ll forget you.::

Tears stung your eyes, but you stood firm.

“I’d rather be forgotten... than live in fear.”

The tendril slid away.

When you finally turned around… he was gone.

The woods were open.

For the first time in your life, you were free.

But somewhere in the shadows, he watched. And waited.

Because in his mind…

you would always come back.

[snow-flake-writes]

Pairing: Lee Yongbok Felix x Female!American!Reader

Fandom: Stray Kids

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⚠️NOTICE⚠️

This is not an AU. This is real life time, year 2025, and Felix is part of Stray Kids, the K-Pop band. It’s an Idol x fan relationship!

Anything and everything in this story is MADE UP, except for Stray Kids, the members, and their events.

This story does NOT portray Felix in any way. Although I’ll be trying to write his personality the best that I can, none of this means he has, or will, act/say/be those ways. Keep in mind that this is a FICTIONAL story.

This story is mostly to satisfy my lonely heart, so the reader’s personality may be going off of my own, as well as her backstory. But I’m going to try to be as vague as I possibly can, so it can be a reader-insert.

All message screenshots are FAKE. I tried my best to make them look legit lol.

Also, just a fair warning that I have become a fan of Stray kids a few weeks ago…so I apologize if any information is wrong! Don’t hurt me please…

If I ever become friends with this man in the future, please don’t tell him I wrote this…T-T

‼️WARNINGS‼️

As I had said earlier, this story is mostly for me, so there will be some things that might be triggering that the reader has gone through. THIS IS A WAY TO HELP ME COPE.

Just know that none of it will be explicit, I promise. No details, just mentions.

These triggers include….sexual harassment, discomfort, androphobia?, anxiety, self-hatred, trauma, nightmares, depression, conflicted thoughts, and fear.

If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, then please don’t read(I will make sure to put warnings in each chapter if its needed). And take care of yourself <3

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Summary:

Y/N lived a rather boring and busy life. Living in her early twenties, she had realized that now was the time she’d be really starting her journey…and a struggle it is. She learns how to be an adult, juggling jobs and learning to be independent. However, when more and more weight begins to fall on her shoulders, something from above seems to send someone right in her path, just to make things a little easier.

It’s safe to say she doesn’t regret showing off some clothing on her social media.

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Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

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Time. It was never on her side. No matter how much she tried to catch up, there was always something that held her back. And that something is what she’s been trying to figure out. How can you fight something you don’t even know? Ever since she was in high school, she feels time has been her worst enemy. Especially when she’s woken up by her alarm—blaring and alert.

Y/N stares at the ceiling above her, back pressed against the soft padding of her mattress. The alarm was shut off with a quick reflex, just by a few seconds of It breaking the silence. It’s her only day off of the week, and here she lies at 8:30 in the morning. It’s an alarm she had set in her phone every morning, no matter if she worked or not.

Why did she do this to herself? Well, her sleep schedule hasn’t always been the best. She thought it best to use an alarm to get her up at a decent time, hoping it’d fix her sleep-in routines. That doesn’t seem to be the case, since she always turns it off right away and goes back to sleep anyway.

How responsible.

On most mornings like this, especially on her day off, she’d go back to sleep, eager to dream a bit more about things that will never be a reality. Instead, she finds herself staring at the textured ceiling, her thoughts spiraling about nothing in particular. It’s her day off for the week, she should sleep in as long as she wants, eat good food, and maybe work on some art projects she thinks about constantly but is always too lazy to do.

Working three jobs isn’t easy. Granted she makes sure she’s not working more hours then she should each day, but it still takes up most of her time of the day, barely allowing her to do the things she wants to do. Which is why she ends up staying up till one or two in the morning.

A long sigh leaves her lips, her mind telling her to get up and do something. After some silent contemplation, she sits up. A wave of dizziness hits her from moving too fast, but it's gone within seconds, and she slowly pulls off her blankets to get out of bed.

Her morning routine isn’t anything special. Get out of bed, find some clothes to wear—or stick with her pajamas, go to the restroom, brush her hair and teeth, and that's about it. She’s quite lazy, so there’s not much else she finds to be important. Besides, chores, of course.

Last but not least, Y/N finally sits down to go through all of her social media. She tends to do that as soon as her eyes open in the morning. Spending about thirty minutes scrolling endlessly on her phone to give her some time to officially wake up. But this morning, she hadn’t even touched the device, besides turning the alarm off.

Running a hand over her tired face, she taps on each app she often uses, checking over notifications and seeing if any of her friends have contacted her. Not much activity, as expected. What should she expect? She only has two best friends who live in her town, while her other friends are online. Lonely, right?

Well, she finds that having a smaller circle has more connection then a bigger one.

The last app she checks is instagram. She has a couple accounts, one for art, another for personal stuff, and so on. Seeing that she has a few notifications from her personal account, she clicks on it without hesitation.

Y/N blinks at the screen, seeing the many likes on a post she did a couple days ago. Ah…she had almost forgotten about that post. It was a professional picture she got done with the new hoodie she had bought—Stray Kids merch.

Stray Kids. A k-pop group she had started to like about a few weeks ago. More like a little obsessed over. Not in a creepy way, of course, but enough that she finds herself scrolling through the many reels about the boy band till two in the morning. She’s not at fault, though. The reels just pop up on her page, and she has no choice but to endlessly watch them.

Either way, it’s a hoodie of Bbokari. A yellow chick that represents one of the Stray Kids members, Lee Yongbok Felix. Her favorite out of all of the members, to be specific.

She isn’t sure why, but she thinks it's the long hair. It does things to her. It’s that, or his deep voice. Y/N honestly finds him to be a very talented person. All of the members are. But as she watches more videos about them, she learns more and more of each member. They are kind, care about their fans, and work so hard.

It’s…admirable.

Y/N reads through the few comments, many of which are from people she doesn’t even know, but clearly fans of Stray Kids. Some are complimenting how it fits her well—even though she’s not even showing her whole outfit—and some are just talking about what merch they have.

One notification in particular grabs her attention, however. She may have woken up a few hours ago, but she must be tired, right?

Because, there is absolutely no way a verified person liked her post. No, not just any verified account—Lee fucking Felix.

Y/N had to look away from the screen for a moment, asking herself if this was actually real. Maybe it’s someone impersonating him? She knows every celebrity has one of those on social media. But if that's the case, they wouldn’t be verified, right…? Her irises glance back down at her phone, finding it to be the same it was earlier.

Yup. This is real.

A giddy grin creeps onto her features, teeth showing and all, and her feet practically kick in pure excitement. This was a dream come true. A piece of her heart that craved this.

Of course, she wasn’t expecting anything like this, not from any member. She’s one fan of a million, how could she be noticed out of all of them? Well, here it is, right in front of her face.

And now that she’s really looking, she notices she had received a message, too, during the night. Thinking it’s a scam message or something from a friend, her thumb taps on the icon.

No, that wasn’t it at all.

In fact, Y/N quite literally almost dropped her phone in pure shock. Sure, an idol liking her post was surprising and somewhat delusional, but it’s legit. However, a message from them, too?

There’s absolutely no way this is even possible. She must still be asleep.

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to tap on the message and read the whole thing, too nervous to find it to be all fake in the end. Despite moving restlessly in her seat in excitement and shock, she still felt that she was getting her hopes up.

Finally, after a long minute of contemplation…she clicks on the message.

FELIX

[Forwarded your post]

”Thank you for your support 😊It means the world to us.”

Y/N is sure she needs to go to the hospital, because it feels as though her heart stopped. Felix from Stray Kids, a very famous k-pop boy band, had messaged her, a broke young woman who happens to have found out about them recently.

There’s no way this is real.