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tw ( yandere implied kidnapping stockholm syndrome use of pet names ( sweetheart ) )

i lost the request!! :( old draft hope u enjoy probably won't post for like a year now

you started to realize that you were starting to get used to him, that you even wanted him around.

you began to see it in the way you would no longer bang against locked doors, in how you caught yourself setting two plates instead of one, or how you knew the sound of his footsteps well enough to tell his mood before he even entered the room.

you had even stopped counting the days, something you'd do in hopes of escaping one day.

"...no."

your voice barely existed.

he looked up from where he was folding a blanket. "what is it?"

your eyes darted across the room, landing on the curtains, the bookshelf, the locked window. it was the same home he'd insisted wasn't a prison, but for the first time in weeks, your stomach lurched.

"i..." your voice cracked. "i'm..."

he was beside you before you noticed, his hand reached for yours, causing you to flinch.

"...don't." your breathing grew sharper, chest tightening until every inhale felt too small. "don't touch me."

his expression changed from confusion to concern. "you're shaking," he said, placing his hand on your shoulder. "what's wrong, sweetheart? you're acting differently."

"i'm supposed to hate you."

the words stumbled out before you could stop them, your eyes starting to feel like they were burning.

"i'm supposed to hate you." you laughed, except it sounded more like a sob. "why don't i hate you?" you pressed both hands against your temples, your vision now blurring.

"i keep waiting for you to come home," another shaky laugh. "i miss you when you're gone."

words couldn't explain how it made you feel so sick. you weren't supposed to feel this way with him.

"what's wrong with me?"

he stared, but then his face softened into something gentle. "nothing, there's nothing wrong with you."

"there is," your voice rose. "there has to be! you-... you kidnapped me."

"...i know."

"you took everything. i shouldn't..." your shoulders trembled. "i shouldn't feel safe with you."

your knees gave out before you realized you'd stopped standing. he caught you carefully, and this time you didn't even have the strength to pull away.

"i don't understand." your voice starting to dissolve into tears. "i don't understand why i keep wanting you here."

he held you, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder.

"you're overwhelmed."

you buried your face in your hands. "i don't know what's real anymore."

his jaw tightened and for the first time in days, weeks, maybe even months, he had no reassuring answer.

"you're safe right now."

he simply stayed where he was, his voice now quiet while your breathing remained uneven, your thoughts tangled so tightly they hurt.

you wanted to leave, you wanted him to let go, but... you wanted him to stay. you wanted him to hold you, you wanted him to show you all his love.

all of the contradictions clawed at your chest until you couldn't tell which feeling belonged to you anymore.

tw ( yandere , implied kidnapping ) this was kind of bad guulp i didnt reallt have an idea or plot in mind :/ requests are open tho if youd like mroe ^_^

the worst part of your mornings were how peaceful rhys would look asleep.

words couldn't describe how much you hated it because it made it harder to remember that whatever this was... wasn't normal.

you woke up staring at the ceiling, completely still.

rhys was asleep beside you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, his face buried in your shoulder like he was afraid you'd disappear.

you carefully tried to move, your injured ankle barely touching the floor before his arm tightened around you, causing your heart to drop.

"where are you going?"

"i wasn't... uh, going anywhere."

"you were."

you looked back at him, frustrated. you just wanted a break from him, but here he was interrogating you. "god, do- do you ever stop?"

"stop what?" he yawned, his hold on you tightening slightly.

"holding onto me like i'm going to vanish."

for a moment, he didn't say anything. you actually managed to silence him.

his grip loosened a little, but much to your annoyance, he still didn't let go.

"you keep trying to."

after he said that, you looked away. you knew he was right, your little adventure out to the forest yesterday night had proven him right once again after all.

rhys rested his forehead against your back now, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"just stay for a little longer... okay? then... then, i'll let you out to the backyard under my supervision."

you didn't answer, you wanted to tell him no. you wanted to get up. you wanted space.

yet, there you were, waiting for the moment he finally let you go.

the worst part was that rhys didn't even look like he thought he was trapping you.

he looked like he was holding onto something precious.

something that was his to keep.

mei

tw ( yandere , implied kidnapping , mention of wounds )

hello ^_^ °_- third post of the year ! third year of university done ! we are winning !

rhys crouched in front of you as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, his eyes dragging slowly over every cut and scratch that was on your legs.

"stupid," he muttered. "you went farther than last time." he turned on the water, testing it with his fingers to make sure it wasn't scorching, and grabbed a washcloth. once it touched your skin, you flinched.

"that's what happens once you run though the forest in the dark," his voice was flat, almost bored.

the washcloth glided over another scrape on your knee, pink water dripping into the tub below. every time you hissed, you could see his jaw tighten just a little.

"i almost made it," you said in a weak mumble.

he let out a dry, mocking laugh. "then you got lost."

he wrung the cloth out before reaching for your ankle where dried blood clung to your skin due to the thorns that had torn into it.

"i told you there isn't anywhere to go."

you watched him dab at another cut, avoiding the sting as much as he could. if anyone else had seen him now, they'd think he was gentle. kind even.

"doesn't this get exhausting?" you whispered. "keeping me here?"

his fingers stopped for a second, then he continued cleaning the cut like he hadn't heard you.

"..."

"...rhys."

"hm?"

"answer me."

another stretch of silence.

"no."

he rinsed the cloth again.

"what's exhausting," he murmured, "is cleaning you up every time you decide to prove me right. the woods don't care if you're scared. strangers don't care if you're hurt." he said, grabbing the roll of bandages. "they'll leave you there."

he finally looked up at you.

"i won't."

he carefully wrapped the bandage around your leg, making sure to wrap it as properly as he could without causing anymore pain to you.

"here is the only place that you're safe," he stated, until you interrupted.

"safe from who?"

"everyone."

"even you?"

his hands stilled on the roll of bandages, holding your gaze for a long moment before tying a knot to secure the bandage.

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tw ( yandere , stockholm syndrome kind of ? , reader has already been kidnapped ) lol i havent posted since january i think ... long overdue

you thought that if you stayed in there long enough, he’d go away. unfortunately, you were wrong.

“…you locked the door,” he said eventually, as he slid down to sit against the door, “that’s okay. i’d be scared too,” he added, softer.

don’t speak, you reminded yourself.

“it’s quiet in there, yeah?” his tone stayed even, careful, like anything sharper might send you further away. “i bet it feels safer in there for you, doesn't it?”

a small pause.

“gets lonely, though,” he murmured. “you know it does.”

his hand pressed lightly against the door.

“did i do something wrong?”

fuck.

he sounded so sincere.

that was the problem.

he would always make you feel guilty, his stupid words, the way he would just say them so gently, as if his words were full of concern rather than control-

“i just…” he exhaled quietly. “i’ll give you space, okay? i mean it. just… open the door for me.”

“please.”

your fingers trembled as you turned the knob.

he moved back the second he heard it, shifting away from the doorway without hesitation… just like he promised to give you room.

his eyes found yours immediately, softening in a way that made your chest twist.

“that’s better,” he murmured.

your grip stayed tight on the door.

ready to close it again. he noticed, but knew to not comment.

“you did good.”

“c’mere?” he asked quietly.

god.