[text fic] "can someone tell me how to unsend a message? i think i just confessed to a stranger..." where she was waiting for her prince charming on a white horse and a peaceful lovestory, but got a reckless one instead. oc x jake !mainly crack and fluff, slight angst! © 2022 jayjagiya ⁷'²'²² - ⁹'¹¹'²⁴ #1-jake #1-enha #1-jaeyunsim #1-simjaeyun #1-engene #1-unsend #1-enhypensunghoon #1-enhypenjaeyun #1-jakeenhypen #2-eggie #2-enhypenjake #2-parksunghoon #3-jaeyun #3-sunghoonpark #5-jakesim

# 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 : "The Heavens gave me a shitty soulmate," ≡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ➴ enhypen | nishimura riki ➴ written on december 2020 ➴ coming-of-age x soulmate au ➴ original book cover & plot ➴ all rights reserved (editing slowly!)

"You're dreaming, I should think," His breath caressed my skin. It was there and then gone, far too fleeting. "So why am I here, Sixteen?" I didn't have an answer. "I don't know," I muttered. My heart thumped noisily in my chest. I could not think. "Can you make it stop?" His eyes flitted over mine. I could feel him like an infection. Crawling through my veins, warming my blood, shutting down my organs one by one until I was helpless, left with no other option aside from watching as he overtook me. "Do you want me to make it stop?" He gently tilted my head up. I was soundless as this all unfolded, unable to fight it, unsure if I even wanted to. ~ After Sixteen is abducted and taken to Hawkins Lab, she must adjust to life under the oppressive glare of Martin Brenner. Peter Ballard, an orderly who oversees her training, aims to the transition all the more difficult.

He doesn't take you by force. He takes you because he can't stop thinking about you. In the mind-world of the Creel House, Henry Creel does not collect people at random. He chooses you - older, aware, inconveniently perceptive - and keeps you close in ways that feel deliberate, long before they feel frightening. The children come later. They are easier. They believe what they're told. You don't. That's the problem. Henry calls it interest. Curiosity. A necessary fixation. But the truth is simpler and far more dangerous: you make him feel exposed. Seen. Real. And he resents you for it almost as much as he wants you there. He doesn't need your help with the children. He needs you to stay. This is a story about obsession that breeds control, about vulnerability used as leverage, about a monster who does not want to love - but does not know how to stop choosing you. This is a psychological descent where protection becomes possession, tenderness becomes strategy, and the most terrifying question is not how do you escape - but why haven't you tried.

~ SEQUEL TO *NONCONFORMITY* ~ "You know, sometimes I start to like you and then you open your mouth and I'm reminded why I don't," I turned away from him and smiled into my pillow. I wanted to sit here with him in the dark until my eyes couldn't stand the light anymore. We could be nocturnal, wake with the moon and live our lives wrapped in bed sheets. "You say the loveliest things," He whispered in my ear. He gathered me in his arms, warm as could be and horrifically inviting. I melted against him until everything ran slow and saccharine. Lips pressed against my temple, and then I felt the weight of his head as it dipped onto my pillow. "Peter?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Why can't I shake the feeling something bad is going to happen?" ~ After being taken from her home, Sixteen needs to fight not to lose her mind after returning to the arms of Martin Brenner. Hallucinations and nightmarish visions seem to follow her everywhere she goes, as does a man she thought she'd killed five years before.