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University AU

TW: Language, Obsessive Themes, Unsettling Themes, Stalking, Blood, Kidnapping, Alcohol Use, Asphyxiation/Suffocation, Cameras, Mentions of a Car Accident, Mentions of an Explosion

Genre: Suspense, Thriller, Psychological Horror

Pairing: Kim Jungwoo x Reader

(E1/E4) (½) [Chapter 1]

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Word Count: 11.0K

Notes: I’ll see you lovesick hoes on Saturday. I’M SO SORRY THIS CAME OUT SO LATE I FELL ASLEEP WHILE EDITING IT LAST NIGHT AND THEN I THOUGHT I POSTED IT BUT IT TURNS OUT I FUCKING  Q U E U E D  IT okay anyway it’s here now and while I also apologize for the delay, I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in or condone these actions. I would never wish any of these actions to occur to the Idol(s) mentioned in the writings of these stories, nor do I wish any harm on them.

You tried to shake it off, but at this point, it was nearly like you could feel someone breathing down your neck. You were dead terrified. You tapped your finger on your knee, you didn’t want to be disruptive, but the welling up anxiety inside of you was slowly taking over. You kept looking over your shoulder, despite sitting at the back of the lecture hall, you were certain that there was someone lingering at the back entrance whose gaze was fixed solely on you. But every time you’d check, nothing. No person, no animal, just an empty space. Maybe you’ve just watched one too many crime watch daily episodes, or maybe you’ve been spending too many late nights doing homework, but you just knew that there was something wrong.

You hated this feeling, no, not feeling, you knew for a fact that you were being watched, you just didn’t know how so. You could sense someone staring at you every second of the day, you could sense them looming over you, and you loathed it, you just wanted to scream and ask them what they wanted. You just wanted to go to university in peace, you didn’t want to have to deal with some creeper. You just wanted to be able to walk two steps without fear that you were about to get kidnapped.

“Renjun,” you kept your voice just below a whisper. You glanced around, more than just aware of this creeping feeling move down your neck. You didn’t know how to properly describe it. All you could say was it felt like someone was just barely ghosting their fingers across from it, not quite touching you but just atoms away from doing so. The other boy didn’t respond at first, quickly writing down the equations on the board. You weren’t bothering him, were you? You knew how serious Renjun was when it came to school, and you being here, you couldn’t help but feel bad. Renjun was a notorious worrier, you tell him one thing and it’ll be at the forefront of his thoughts for weeks, and with finals soon to come you realize that you should’ve waited, or maybe not have even told him at all. You tapped his knee lightly and he looked over at you.

𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑹 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑳𝑬 — hrj

Pairings; yandere! Renjun x fem! Reader

Warnings; yandere themes, yandere behaviour, physical pain, mentions of torture.

Sypnosis; he loves to paint, especially on your body

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Skin as soft as cotton, no flaws, no spots and you were rather like a canvas to Renjun. An ideal one. that clearly he had to destroy.

Your favorite was purple, his, was red. thus he painted your body with those two specific colors with all his heart such as you were a masterpiece. in fact you were! To Renjun, you were quite a masterpiece. You were his only and only addiction.

But he didn't paint you with ordinary colours, he had his own techniques. His own weapons.

Every inch of your body was covered with his bite marks, knife cuts, heavy bruises and even slashes. All purple and red. why wouldn't he? Those were you both's favorites! He had to fill you with red and purple.

Renjun walked towards the bedroom door, trying to keep the sound of his clicking heels as low, as possible. With his hand he slightly opened the door, peeping his head inside. The door was as black as the midnight sky. No wonder why he choose that colour.

Ah, there you were. Tilted towards your left on the bed, which blocked Renjun from seeing your face. The moonlight poured on your wounded body, soft hair sticking to the bed. Some even flying around because of the wind. But the restraints were the real thing. The black cold metal strongly gripped your legs and arms to the opposite headboards, leaving you no chance for escaping.

What a lovely sight for Renjun to see, before he leaves for his killing spree.

He stepped towards your sleeping body— or what he thought— and sat down on the bed. Trying your best not to flicker your eyes or give any expression, you silently lay on the bed.

University AU

TW: Obsessive Themes, Stalking, Drug Mention, Descriptions of Following/Stalking, Language, Minor (Non-Graphic) Somnophilia

Genre: Suspense, Thriller, Psychological Horror

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

(E1/E4) (2/2) [Chapter 1] | [Previous]

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Word Count: 10.7K

Notes: Here’s the second part of what I decided to split into two! For consistencies sake I might do this for the other endings too, I ended up adding more things to this part to make it longer, haha, bringing Jaemin’s end to a grand total of about 18K, holy cow! Sorry for the short delay on this, I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in or condone these actions. I would never wish any of these actions to occur to the Idol(s) mentioned in the writings of these stories, nor do I wish any harm on them.

It happened rather slowly, he thinks.

This fairy tale romance he had trapped himself in, it was in plain sight, and yet he walked right into it willingly. Na Jaemin always considered himself a smart man, he was top of his class in high school then had his ass royally handed to him upon entrance to university, but he bounced back from that shock. He always considered himself confident enough to call the shots, to make the big decisions, he considered himself reliable. Until that first day of the quarter rolled around, oh how his life turned upside down. He thought he had all that he wanted, the validation from the masses, the high marks anyone would ogle at, anyone would look to him with a varying amount of envy.

Until he saw someone walk trying to pull open a door that clearly said ‘push.’

Of all the people to become helplessly obsessed over.

It happened to be an idiot.

An idiot who suddenly made him act like an idiot, never had he wanted to know someone more. He didn’t know it then, that this obsession would develop, at the time you were simply another face in passing. But he couldn’t deny that he fancied this story that was in development, a perfect fantasy that will have its happy ending, a wondrous tale of trials and tribulations all in his name, he was curious of the outcome, the grand finale that will tie this story in a beautiful ribbon.

-The fact that it occurs monthly doesn’t make the pain less real. It should be treated seriously and with respect. -The fact that the hormones effect the emotions doesn’t make your sadness less painful or the anger less valid or that terrible feeling of being lost less terrifying. Guess what? Hormones affect everyone. Feelings aren’t always rational. It should be also treated seriously and with respect.

—summary: lee taeyong has wanted one thing for the past two years: to be the worldwide light featherweight champion. his up-and-rising career is on its highest point to this day, one step away from being one of the youngest winners of the title, watched and studied by the world with intent. little does he know that success is a lonesome road, filled with envy and betrayal.

owning a casino is already difficult on its own. fights, bets, cards, money, the stench of alcohol following around every step…she knows this is not how her life should’ve turned out to be, but after being passed down her best friend’s casino, the jungle, she does everything in her power to keep the business alive. the dream, even.

the dream of a casino dies down when taeyong makes his way through those doors one night, but another dream starts…and she has to wake up.

—title: cursed your name —pairing: lee taeyong x reader —genre: boxer!au ; casino owner!au ; crime!au ; strangers to one-night stands to enemies to friends to lovers!au (yes, that’s a thing) —type: angst ; fluff ; suggestive ; drama ; humor ; slowburn —word count: 28,354 —warnings: mentions of death, guns and blood. acts of betrayal on page. none of these actions are morally correct and are only plastered on paper for the sake of storytelling. characters are fabricated in every way. there’s a mystery, kind of, so you can solve that as well.

Lighter off. Lighter on. It says enough about a person when the only source of light of their night comes from igniting a cigarette.

The long stick rests between her fingers, pushing one leg over the other when leaning back against the muddy backdoor of the casino. Her casino. It’s hard to believe that the twinkling lights, bustling people, workers dancing on tables all belong to her now. So, they say, people have to lose it all in order to have one glimpse of success.

Even themselves.

She pushes the black beanie on her head a little bit further down her forehead, puffing out the smoke from her lips before tapping the cigarette a few times. The ashes fall on the floor beside her, near her boots, but she can’t bring herself to care. For once, she wants peace. And maybe, silence comes with the faint background music behind her, and the cars passing by in an alleyway that could probably get her killed if she stood there for too long.

The fact that the casino is in a rich neighborhood doesn’t mean it’s a good one.

Her fingers almost become numb thanks to the coldness, but for once, she can breathe. Perched, tranquil, mixing the vapor of her mouth and the smoke of her cigarette in just one breath. Turns out that casinos are filled with cocky, overconfident people who lose it all and win it all over again. If people ask for the manager in normal establishments, they ask for her when they decide to bet everything and their wife in just one game.

People decide how to destroy their lives, and she’s just the one giving a ceiling to the conclusion of their proper economical lifestyle.

Part of the ‘Do You Like Scary Movies’ collab by @treasurehobi​

Genre : established relationship, angst, fluff, horror, gore.

Pairing : Johnny X Reader (ft. NCT)

Warning(s) : GORE, GRAPHIC descriptions of blood, violence. TONS OF VIOLENCE, black magic shits, some reference to Islam (DNI if you’re not comfortable with it), mentions of jinns, possessions, unhealthy obsessions, mystical creatures, character deaths.

Writing nets : @kdiarynet @k-dinernet @kpopscape @czennienet @neoturtles​

wc : around 6k

release date : not specified, probably in april/may

‘’Don’t stop!”

“Keep Running!”

“Don’t look back! Don’t fucking look back!” He was shouting, but to you it sounded more like cries of plea.

You wanted to halt, you can’t do that. You can’t leave the love of your life on the hanging bridge of life and death. He wasn’t the one so why was he doing this?

You turned back, the previously cold temperature of the room rising up with each passing moment. The blood drained from your face at the sight of your husband; he was painfully tied to the rotten wooden chair with nails all over it, and him squirming to freed himself from the deadly clutch of the ropes did no good. His body was covered in blood, a small puddle pooling from all the cuts he got from the pointed nails.

Johnny looked at you, eyes wide in horror but you saw how it soon transformed into anguish and sorrow. The tears started to stream down his face that was covered in dried blood; of yours and his. Johnny let out a painful growl, one that was so terrifying and loud that you had to cover your ears and desperately hold back from screaming out.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO TURN BACK Y/N!” You were frozen, your body refusing to act on your will. Johnny’s face contorted in displeasure, his nerves appearing all over his neck and face as if someone was choking him to death. He attempted to fill his emptying lungs with minimum amount of air, frantically gasping as his body shook uncontrollably. You clutched your mouth in terror, your husband was suffering so much but your hands were tied. There was nothing you could do.

“Leave me or I’ll just take his soul with me.” A highpitched cynical voice rang beside your ears, your head whipping side to side at the search of its owner.

“Ah you dumb woman, don’t you love him?” The tone was so evil, despite not being able to see the creature you could feel the power of its devilish energy.

“But so do I. I love him a lot lot lot. LEAVE YOU IMBECILE.” Your eyes darted towards the changed direction of the voice you were hearing from, your heart dropping to the lowest pits of stomach as you just stared at the turn of events dumbfounded.

Your husband’s face, one that you were so familiar with, the one that you always woke up to; it had transformed into something that you could only name as ‘devil.’ His face was distorted painfully like crumbled paper, red quavering eyes pooling blood instead of tears. A sinister laugh broke from his body, it got louder and louder the more you kept gazing at the monster in front of you.

𝑰 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑿𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑫 — lmk

Pairings; yandere! Mark x fem! reader

Warnings; yandere themes, yandere behaviour, mentions of death, discriptions of violence disclaimer

Sypnosis; he's gonna love you either way around.

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He loves you. He loves you more than him. More than his family, friends anything in this world! He is ready to die for you, enclose his darkest and deepest secrets just for you. He is ready to risk everything, just for you.

But why couldn't you love him back? After everything he has done, everything he has beared, everything he has left for you, why? He asked that himself everyday. Was he not enough? How could that be? He kept you very happy!

Mark brought your body closer to himself, as he stared at the stars together with you. It was pleasing and beautiful, but not as beautiful as you. For him, you were his everything, evn more precious than a diamond. “the night is amazing right?” Mark's voice was filled with ecstasy.

But you didn't reply, your eyes were closed as you lay in his embrace. Mark pushed off a strand of hair from your face, glancing at your pretty face. “ah I understand, you are angry right?” he sighed, his voice sounding somewhat sad.

“i am really sorry baby, p-please” his voice cracked as he began sobbing. Mark hugged you close to him, his face buried in your neck.

His tears moistened your neck, but you still did nothing. Didn't move, didn't speak, didn't do anything. But that didn't stop him from crying, and making your neck even more moist. After a while, satisfied from all the crying Mark pulled himself up from your body. His cold fingers traced along your still purple bruises and red scratches. He felt guilty. Guilty for whatever he's done on your body. Ruining it little by little, along with your soul.

Mark shivered. The cold was gradually growing now, you had to be inside now. “i think that's enough for today babe” he smiled, “lets go inside and cuddle sweet cup” Mark chirped, the tears slowly drying on his cheeks. He leaned in, and kissed your lips, soft and slow

He looked at the stars one last time, before picking up your dead body.

© jaemotel

mentions of alcohol // gifs are mine, please don’t repost!

2:34am

Jaehyun has had way too many drinks tonight. He stopped counting after the third bottle of soju and from then on just started counting how many hours passed every time he looked at his phone. 10pm, midnight, 2am, time passed by too quickly, but he liked it because it meant you would come quicker.

You always give him that same glare when you come to pick him up after he has been drinking with his friends— eyes glaring, tongue rolling over your teeth in agitation, arms crossed over your chest. No matter how annoyed you were, you’d always hold Jaehyun by the waist, his arm haphazardly thrown around your shoulders and his forehead nuzzled into your hair, and take him home safely.

Jaehyun hates drinking, but he loves the way you take care of him. It lets him imagine just for a few moments that you care about him more as more than a friend. He’s embarrassed and will never admit this out loud, but he gets so happy from pretending you’re his and he’s yours.

Even now, as you’re sitting at some random diner you found while driving around at 2:30 in the morning, Jaehyun looks over the table at you with stars in his eyes. You catch him staring, but dismiss his gaze as a side effect from the ridiculous amount of alcohol he had over the past few hours.

“I don’t wanna go home yet.” He slurs, stirring a spoon through the cup of coffee sitting in front of him. “I’m not sober yet.” He makes up an excuse.

“You know coffee won’t sober you up, only time will.” Jaehyun smiles at your comment. If it means spending more time with you, then he’s okay with that.

“Thank you for picking me up. Again.” Your foot nudges his under the table in acceptance of his gratitude. You stir your own coffee with way too much cream and sugar in it, your sweater paw pushing your cheek up. Jaehyun wants to lean over the table and pinch your cheek, run a thumb over your lip, and maybe kiss those laugh lines around your eyes while he’s at it. God, he just wants you to react to him. He hopes the day he takes that step, your reaction will be a positive one.

“I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all. Who will buy me coffee every morning before work if you’re not around?” You joke, raising your hand to brush some hair away from his eyes. It’s not that you’ve never done that action before, but the fact that your hand lingers in his soft brown hair and the soft brush of your fingertips against his temple almost burns him. He can’t take it anymore.

Jaehyun gently grabs your hand, making eye contact with you as your back stiffens in surprise. You’re stuck, frozen from the butterflies that ripple through your stomach. They seem to go berserk when Jaehyun drags your hand down, pressing a quick kiss to the inside of your palm along the way, and then entangling his fingers with yours and laying them in the middle of the table.

You have to remind yourself to breathe when he starts rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You glance between your hands and his eyes, confusion written all over your face, but you don’t let go or push him away. Jaehyun seems to like that and tries to hide his smile behind his mug, but you can see dimples deepening his cheeks. He swallows and sets down his cup, squeezing your hand.