My mom had been kidnapped, and instead of a ransom the kidnappers demanded that I play the national anthem on a piano. But I didn’t know how to play the national anthem, I only knew how to play My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. I spent the rest of the dream petitioning for the national anthem to be changed to it so I could save my mom.
“Walk backwards – slowly. No sudden movements.” “I won’t hurt you if you cooperate.” “Kidnap? No. I prefer the term ‘surprise adoption’ ~ “ “Stop struggling or else!” “You’d better hope they don’t go to the authorities.” “Read this note and look into the camera. Make sure to sound convincing.” “If you promise to be good, I might just let you move around freely for awhile.” “Don’t even think about trying to run away.” “If you scream, I’ll kill you.” “Shut up! What did I tell you?” “You’re trying my patience.” “I guess your family and friends don’t care enough about you to pay up.” “Looks like they broke the rules. You know what that means.” “I think it’s time I remind them what I’m capable of.” “They went to the police. Now I have to punish them – with you.” “Did you really think I was going to let you go? No, you’ve seen too much.”
“Please just let me go.” “I’ll make sure you get whatever you want!” “Please don’t hurt me.” “I’ll listen to you.” “I don’t want any trouble!” “I won’t yell. Please.” “I need to go to the bathroom…” “Please, I’m starving!” “N-No, please give them more time…!” “I’ll find a way to pay you! Don’t do this.” “Don’t come any closer!” “L-Let me go!” “Help! Anyone, please help me!”
Request: Can I request a Flash fic where (and this is after the start of season 3) Barry kidnaps you, confused why you don’t know who anyone on the team is? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top? You can pick the relationship that the OC has :D
“Wait, where’s Y/N?” Barry asks, running a hand through his hair anxiously as he looks around the room at the finally patched up team.
“W-” Cisco starts, only to give up as Barry speeds out of the room, returning only a moment later with a bewildered you.
“What the hell is going on?” you whisper, terrified beyond belief at the fact that you had seemingly just disappeared from your workplace only to reappear in some white room, surrounded by strangers.
“There we go,” Barry sighs, practically throwing himself into a seat. “Now we have everyone.”
“Barry,” Caitlin starts slowly, her eyes darting between you and the scarlet speedster. “Who is this?”
“What do you mean, ‘who is this?’, it’s Y/N,” Barry replies, his brow furrowing in confusion as he finally takes in your stunned demeanour. “Wait, you guys know Y/N, right?”
“Hell no,” Joe shakes his head, his voice a few good octaves above normal as he keeps his eyes trained on you, as if attempting to assess whether or not you posed a threat.
“What’s going on?” you repeat, searching for anyone who might be able to give you a clue. Sure, you seemed to have been whisked away by someone you could only assume to be The Flash, but that left more questions than answers.
“Wait, none of you know Y/N?” Barry asks, his eyes wide with concern. “Y/N, you know the team right?”
“Who are you?” you ask, stepping back as he moves towards you. “And how the hell do you know my name?”
OK yall, so I just saw the trailer for a new upcoming movie, Split. It’s already very obviously ableist as hell. The story follows the kidnapping of 3 teenage girls by a man with “different personalities”. Not only are systems and people with DIDD being generalized and stereotyped, there is also some prejudice towards people with BPD, as the word “split” is a very important piece of vocabulary for them. Don’t see Split. It looks awful, abelist, and saneist.
A Saeran x MC Fanfic based off of the MM Christmas DLC
Mature Content to Follow
MC woke up in her newest bed. Not the bed from Rika’s apartment. No, the bed in.. Well she wasn’t actually sure where. All she knew for certain was the hacker had taken her from the apartment after the Christmas party.
He hadn’t chained her up per say, but she was certainly a prisoner. Every door was locked that she tried, including the one to her bedroom. The brunette was simply trapped.
How long had it been since she had been taken, anyway? A couple of weeks? She really didn’t know how time was passing by. The hacker kept her in a room without clocks, or even windows. She never got visitors aside from him.
The first two days, MC would flinch every time he brought her food. But as it became more obvious to her that she would be seeing no one else, she began to cling to her interactions with this Unknown. If she was good, he would praise her, and even give her sweets on occasion. If she was bad…
The lock to the door turned, and MC perked up tall in her chair. She waited quietly, patiently, looking at the door with a smile.
“Ah~ there is my princess.” His voice floated into her ears, a happy tone mixed with insanity. The happiness was the key. That was the tone she had grown to like. MC gave him a bigger smile and a nod. “Good girl. You remembered not to speak until I say so.”
The man set down her meal tray on the desk before sitting on the edge of her bed. “Come here.” Though said with a hint of kindness, it was not a request. Everything he said to her was an order.
MC took her place beside him on the edge of the bed. Their legs were close to touching, and she allowed him to hold her hand without complaints. She looked at his face, just like he had taught her. White hair with pink tips. Pale skin. Mint green eyes. She had learned to memorize his features with a smile. The smile had been forced at first, but it was true now. Seeing his face made her day.
“I brought you a dessert because you have been such a good girl lately, MC. What do you say?”
“Thank you,” she spoke happily, squeezing his hand back.
He laughed. “The cookie is on the tray with your dinner. But first, I want you to answer my questions, okay?”
She nodded again. “Yes sir.”
His expression shifted to be hard, cold, untrusting. “Good. Have you been comfortable here with me?”
MC nodded. “Yes.”
“Do you know what day it is?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Do you like me?”
Another nod. “Yes, of course.”
He smirked. “Last question: Do you want to leave?”
That was a trick. The girl obviously couldn’t answer with anything but a ‘no’. But it made her stop and think. Did she actually want to leave this place? Having her freedom again would be nice. After all, she missed all the other members of the RFA. But she had managed to grow attached to this stranger in the short amount of time they had come to know each other. What would it be like to spend a day without seeing him now? She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.
MC smiled back at him. “No, I don’t want to.”
His smirk grew. “Good girl.” He moved his knee to touch her own, squeezing her hand tighter. “I want you to stay here with me, forever. We’re going to stay happy in paradise together.” The hacker leaned in closer, his lips floating beside her right ear. “Say my name…”
MC was confused. He’d never told her his name before. How was she supposed to say it? “I… don’t know your name, yet.” Her tone was soft and meek, afraid he would deem her worthy of punishment. “You never told me.”
Rough fingers grabbed her chin, yanking her face to look at his own. “Saeran.” He practically spat the name out. “Now say it!” Fingers tightened their grip on her skin.
MC flinched as he yelled, blinking back tears. “Saeran,” she spoke, voice shaking.
His grip on her softened. His voice was still rough, but not nearly as filled with disgust. “And what do you want?”
She swallowed nervously, thinking back to what he had said. “I want to stay here with Saeran, forever.”
Saeran released the grip on her skin, moving his hand to cup her left cheek. “Good girl, MC. As long as you keep being good, you can stay here with me forever. I always knew that’s what you wanted. You just needed to realize it yourself.” His smile was back, almost wider than before.
“For being such a good girl, I’m going to give you another reward.” He moved in closer again and MC closed her eyes, afraid of what he was going to do. But a soft set of lips touched her own. Saeran’s kiss was incredibly gentle, despite how roughly he treated her otherwise.
MC found herself ready to kiss him back as he pulled away. She opened her amber eyes to see him smirking back at her. “Keep being good, and there’s more where that came from.”
MC nodded as she stared at her captor, heart racing. “Yes, Saeran.”
Below the cut, there are n i n t y - s e v e n gifs of Natalie Alyn Lind from Gotham episode 2x1O, The Son of Gotham. These gifs were made ALL by me, Samantha. I don’t mind if you use them in crackships or edit them into icons but don’t put these into other gif hunts! Please like or reblog if you find this helpful and don’t claim as your own! TW; kidnapping / TW; interrogation / TW; knives
In which the pack goes missing and Stiles has to save them before it’s too late:
They make their way over to the staircase when suddenly the blazing ceiling beam above them falls down. Derek slams Stiles into a nearby wall. He presses up closely against him - using his entire body as a shield against the flames.
“You okay?” Derek asks as he looks Stiles in the eye. Derek slowly inches away from him, his hands on either side of his head. Stiles nods shyly in response. It was times like these that Stiles wasn’t sure if he should be turned on by Derek manhandling him or not.
Derek will never forget the sound Stiles makes when the alphas take him.
It’s small, so soft a human never would have caught it, but to Derek it’s as loud as cannon fire; a quick, panicked intake of air that’s not a shout, not a scream. It’s desperate and frightened and almost Derek’s name and it hurts him to the core. Derek roars as Kali lifts Stiles off the bed, the boy struggling against her hold like an oversized doll come to life. Derek fights against the twins, red mist boiling in his vision, fury and terror pumping through his veins.
“Say goodbye, Derek,” Kali says softly, triumphantly. “You’ll never see him again.”
Shawn: About two years ago I was in a bad, abusive relationship. Him and his friend had kidnapped me and held me hostage at a hotel on Cleveland Ave. for 3 weeks.
BW: Did they hurt you?
Shawn: They didn’t rape me or do nothing like that. He jumped on me and broke my nose. Both my eyes were black and my face was swollen real big. They made me play Russian Roulette. Thanks to the good Lord that the gun didn’t ever go off.
BW: How’d you get away?
Shawn: Well the boy was on heroin. He had fell asleep and that’s how I got away. I called the police and I took warrants out on both of them. They got 20 years and are still in prison right to this day.
BW: I bet that was scary as shit.
Shawn: Yeah, it was very scary. He kept telling me if he can’t have me, can’t nobody have me. That’s why I tell these young girls, when a nigga says he gonna do something, he’s gonna do it. I tell them be careful who you talk to and don’t be with no nigga because of his money. There’s something behind that money. You just gotta be careful out in these streets because it’s very dangerous.
Warnings - very brief mentions of kidnapping but no actual kidnapping.
stared at his wardrobe, a frown spreading over his features. Nothing. Well,
nothing that he could wear anyway. Yesterday the team had found his old circus
pictures and they would not stop teasing him about his purple costume. This was
fine, as sooner or later someone else would goof up and they would forget about
it - providing he didn’t remind them. This was where the problem lay – all his
clothes were purple. Shirts, T-shirts, vests, dresses, cardigans, sweaters,
hoodies and jackets. All in purple.
DOZENS of heavily armed terrorists rolled into the sleepy little town one night in a convoy of trucks, buses and vans. They made their way to the girls’ boarding school.
The high school girls, asleep in their dormitory, awoke to gunfire. The attackers stormed the school, set it on fire, and, residents said, then herded several hundred terrified girls into the vehicles — and drove off and vanished.