I wanna make another oneshot!
Who should I do?
Matteo (Yandere mafia boss)
River (Yandere childhood best friend)
Rowan (Yandere Villain)
Liam (Yandere Prince)
Feel free to flood my inbox if you have anything specific in mind <3
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I wanna make another oneshot!
Who should I do?
Matteo (Yandere mafia boss)
River (Yandere childhood best friend)
Rowan (Yandere Villain)
Liam (Yandere Prince)
Feel free to flood my inbox if you have anything specific in mind <3
Who are you?
This idea has been stuck in my head for a while and i wanted to hear your opinion on it. imagine yuuji having a crush/feelings for reader (or maybe them in a relationship already? Idk i like the idea of him yearning) and yandere sukuna taking over yuuji’s body to noncon reader. Him saying stuff like “i can see why the brat likes you” <3
tw - implied non/con.
fjdsljfsdlj i see the vision i do but,,, consider,,, sukuna not being quite so straight-forward,,, you think, no, you know you have the most loving, caring partner in the entire world, always so respectful, always so happy to abide by your boundaries and take things slow,,, at least until you're cuddling one night and he suddenly goes stiff behind you. an arm wraps too tightly around your waist, his free hand slipping under your shirt. you try to laugh, to ask what he's doing, but he just stays quiet and keeps you pinned underneath him until you're reduced to a sobbing, writhing mess underneath him. his touch is cruel, selfish. he whispers such terrible things in your ear, possessive and derogatory. stupid slut. all mine. you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this. there is nothing familiar about the man above you.
in the morning, yuuji acts like he doesn't remember a thing. he tells you a story about demonic possession, spirits inhabiting bodies, deals made in times of crisis for momentary control. you want to believe him. really, you do. you love him more than anything. but it's all so outlandish, and yuuji's always been so touchy, and even if you do believe him, there's no physical change. there's no warning.
and so, you can really be sure about which one of them is in control, can you?
Yandere!Prince x Prince/Princess!Reader
PreYandere!Prince was completely blinded by his own narrative. He fancied himself a tragic hero, a romantic rebel forced by his kingdom into an arranged marriage with you, while his "true love," a beautiful, sweet-natured court lady, was forced to watch from the sidelines. He decided from day one that you were the villain of his story, a parasitic royal who was actively stealing his freedom, and he treated you with absolute, freezing contempt.
You tried so hard in the beginning. You brought him his favorite tea during his strategy meetings, learned the history of his duchy, and genuinely tried to bridge the gap between you two. But he didn't just ignore you; he made sure everyone else knew you were unloved. Whenever you spoke to him in public, he would look right through you, turning his back to talk to his court lady instead, leaving you standing alone under the whispers of the entire aristocracy.
The cruelty escalated when he started letting his circle of high-ranking friends join in on the torment. At royal banquets, other princes and princesses would snicker and trip you as you walked past, or "accidentally" spill glasses of red wine and cold water down your elaborate robes. You would look to your fiancé for help, but he would just sit on his lounge chair, swirling his drink, a bored, cold smirk on his face. "You should look where you are going," he’d mutter, completely apathetic to your humiliation.
The turning point happened at a grand ball. After a princess purposely stepped on the train of your dress, causing the fabric to rip and sending you crashing to the marble floor in front of foreign dignitaries, you looked up through your tears at him. He didn't offer a hand. He just looked disgusted by the "scene" you were making. That was the exact moment something inside you snapped. You realized you were bleeding yourself dry for a man who enjoyed watching you suffer.
You didn't cry on the carriage ride back. You went straight to your father, the King, knelt before his throne, and begged him to cancel the engagement. You confessed everything: the bullying, the public humiliation, the total lack of respect. Your father was absolutely furious. The political alliance was instantly severed, and a formal declaration was sent to the prince’s kingdom, effectively cutting off all ties and declaring that you were completely free from him.
The day the alliance was dissolved, PreYandere!Prince thought he won. He finally had his "true love" sitting right next to him at his private tea table, no longer hidden in the shadows. But as the hours ticked by, a sickening, hollow feeling started to settle in his chest. His court lady was speaking to him, smiling her usual sweet smile, but he couldn't focus on a single word she was saying. His eyes kept darting to the empty chair across from him the chair where you used to sit, quietly enduring his coldness just to be near him.
The regret sets in like a slow-acting poison, and it’s quickly twisting into a dark, unhinged obsession. He goes to the training grounds, but you aren't there waiting with a towel. He walks the palace corridors, but there are no clumsy, anxious footsteps trying to keep pace with his. He sits through a boring council meeting, and for the first time, no one brings him his specific tea. He realizes, with a sudden, terrifying spike in his pulse, that your warmth wasn't an annoyance it was the only thing keeping his cold world alive. And he threw it away.
PreYandere!Prince tries to find comfort in his "true love," but the illusion has completely shattered. When she spills a drink by accident, his mind instantly flashes back to the way he watched people pour water on you, and a wave of violent, nauseating guilt hits him so hard he has to leave the room. He doesn't want her anymore. He doesn't care about his rebellion. His mind is completely consumed by the memory of your tear-filled eyes looking up at him from the ballroom floor. The yandere switch is officially flipping; he doesn't care that the marriage is cancelled, and he doesn't care that you hate him. He is going to get you back, even if he has to drag your kingdom into a war to do it.
Yandere!Prince completely loses his mind the second he realizes your absence isn't temporary. The cold, empty silence of his palace drives him into a frantic panic. Within forty-eight hours of the engagement being canceled, he sits at his desk and begins writing. He doesn't just send an apology; he sends three letters a day, every single day, bypassing the standard royal couriers and hiring private, high-speed riders just to force his words into your palace.
The content of his letters shifts from desperate apologies to unhinged, possessive gaslighting. He completely rewrites history in his head. He writes pages upon pages detailing how the bullying was just a "test" of your devotion, or how he was only being cold to "protect you from political enemies." He will write things like, "I only let them spill that water so I could see how gracefully you would handle adversity, my love. You must understand that it was all out of adoration."
Yandere!Prince treats your lack of a response as a playful game of hide-and-seek rather than a total rejection. When your father’s royal guards intercept his letters and burn them, he just sends more through black-market contacts or smugglers. He begins attaching expensive, rare gifts to the wax-sealed envelopes—antique jewelry, your favorite tea leaves from foreign lands, and vials of his own cologne so you "don't forget his scent." He writes, "I know you are just hurting right now, but a princess should not keep her future king waiting for too long."
Yandere!Prince "true love" has completely discarded the court lady and now terrifies her. She tries to comfort him or sit at his desk, but he will literally snap at her, his eyes wild and bloodshot as he shoves her away to continue writing to you. He looks at her and feels nothing but disgust because she isn't you. If she speaks, he tells her to be quiet because he "needs to concentrate on making amends with his real spouse."
Yandere!Prince starts sending letters directly to your father, the King, offering insane, highly unfavorable political concessions just to get the marriage contract back on the table. He offers to give up disputed territories, pay massive tributes, and sign away his own kingdom's rights to its resources. His own councilors think he has lost his mind, but he doesn't care about his kingdom anymore. He tells his father, "If we do not secure this alliance, there will be no kingdom left to rule, because I will burn it down myself."
The letters get progressively darker and more threatening as the weeks go by without a reply. The elegant cursive font becomes messy, frantic, and stained with drops of ink (and sometimes his own tears). He starts tracking your daily routine through spies he placed in your kingdom, writing things that prove he’s watching you: "I saw that you wore the blue silk dress to the garden yesterday. It suits you, but it would look better on the balcony of my estate. Do not make me come drag you back myself, my sweet."
Yandere!Prince final letters stop asking for the marriage to continue and start stating it as an absolute, terrifying fact. He writes to you with the chilling certainty of a man who has completely detached from reality. "The priests have already set the date. The chapel is being decorated with your favorite lilies. Your father thinks a piece of paper canceled our souls, but you belong to me. Pack your things, my love. I am coming to collect my bride, and no army on earth is going to stand in my way."
── ★ WHEN DID YOU GET HOT? jock top m!reader x bttm nerd ⭒
⌗ hero ⋆ spider/moth/mantis hybrid ⋆ nerd oc
the last thing you'd expected when entering university was for the old highschool nerd to have gotten so pretty. not just that- but grow an attitude too. seems he has a need to make your life a living hell once he realises you're staring a bit too much.
⌗ cws... nerd x jock trope ⋆ suggestive ⋆ brat taming ⋆ college dynamics ⋆ strong language ⋆ he is suuuchh a brat
featuring ⢷ rishen herrera 781
char analysis ⢷ the kind, preppy nerd by day & fearless hero by night. a fusion of a spider, moth & mantis.
mission brief ⢷ omg a rishen series? a rishen series.
Rishen in highschool was that kid that was always just a mess. He was awkward, incredibly socially inept, unable to work well in group, and above all? A know it all. Fumbling with his notes and dropping flashcards all over the place. He was weird, to say the least. Most stayed clear, you included. As sport's captain you weren't too concerned with a stumbling nerd who couldn't even keep his glasses from falling off of his nose.
. . . but who the hell knew that all that would change in university? When the hell did Rishen Herrera get so hot?
You transferred to the city's university and the first thing you saw during your first day in class wasn't stumbling, or even fumbling weirdo— it was a self-assured, neat, frankly confident pretty boy and a smile that put the sun to shame. A red-knitted sweater vest with a finely pressed white collared shirt neatly laid over brown slacks. And to top it all off? Rimless, round glasses perched atop his curls. Did you mention that smile? That cherry tinted lipgloss? Wait— fuck, was that lipgloss?
While you were in heavy denial that this was the same boy you knew in highschool, you heard one of the girls in the front row call his name with a grin. And instead of fumbling. . . he merely smiled even brighter and waved. Once, twice, a greeting to more people than you could count as he made his way up the benches to the one of the few empty seats left. . . directly next to you.
"Oh, hey, are you new here?" He smiled at you. Smiled. And you knew in that very moment that you were oh so severely screwed.
Wait.
Did he not recognise you?
"I. . . uhm." You couldn't remember when last you fumbled. "Hey, Rishen. . . Remember me?"
But all he did was tilt his head. Furrow his brows and hum in thought. His little shrug left your heart frozen. How the hell couldn't he remember you? The highschool's golden boy?
"Highschool?" He mused at your reminder, fixing his glasses back over his nose and barely sparing you a glance as he tapped his holographic screen into view. As if you were far less important than his upcoming equations.
"Yeah, no wonder I don't remember you." He chuckled.
And what.
The hell.
Was that supposed to mean?
You would have brushed it off. Wouldn't have cared. Not as much as you were right now. If you hadn't seen the telltales of a smile. No. Not a smile— a smirk. One you hadn't quite seen from him, but one that you in all your fuckboy glory knew more than anyone.
Hold on. Was the weirdo turned pretty boy hearthrob. . . Fucking with you?
mmm, angel-fucking.
18+ content ahead. angel character x human reader. intentional upper and lower case. lots of references to catholicism. amab, masc reader & character. fem-aligned & minors dni.
thinking about being on your knees alone in a grand cathedral. your eyes are closed, your hands are clasped in prayer, and you’re begging whoever’s out there to intercede for you, to purify your rotten soul. your legs are weak from how long you’ve held this position.
an unfamiliar, warm caress awakens you from your trance, but you have to strain to open your eyes. the incandescent light in front of you is almost unbearable. your corneas sting, and you can feel the beginnings of tears in your eyes.
Cry not, little one. Be not afraid.
yandere gamer, who wakes up as the main character in the world of his favourite video game.
yandere gamer, who instead of following the plot, runs straight to the tyrant’s palace with nothing but the shitty starter equipment and the ragged clothes on his back.
yandere gamer, who begs you, the final boss, to take him in as a servant.
“please, i’ll do anything you want,” he pleads, staring up at you pathetically, kneeling at the foot of the dais where you lounge on your throne. “you don't even have to pay me, i just — i just need someplace to stay.”
he just needs to be with you.
CROWN ME. RULE ME. ──── ꒰ yandere!villain!prince x maid!reader ꒱ .ᐟ ♡
synopsis; the kingdom fears its crown prince. who governs the land with a ruthless hand. one which rests on the hilt of an even more unforgiving blade. no one dares to meet his eyes for long. but when you do...he can't stop getting on his knees, pathetically begging for your attention! (wc. <1k )
tags; obsessive/possessive behavior┆blood & violence┆f!reader┆some smut
a/n; haven't written in a bit, and kinda wanted to drabble out something simple
Yandere!Villain!Prince whose name they whispered like a plague, afraid to awaken a tyrant that would surely create a famine out of spite if spoken poorly on ones tongue.
Yandere!Villain!Prince whose faith is utterly devoted to God's who bless kingdoms with denizens that bow their heads to what is deigned above them. whose servitude is but an act of obligatory gratitude for those permitted to live under his domain and protection.
Yandere!Villain!Prince whose throne room remains in a perpetual state of winter. an air kept cold and frigid just by the lack of breaths no one dares to take. where choosing to do so would only mark you for death. an end more certain than the last fang of frost piercing your once-beating heart.
"You lie."
a choke of resignation flees the throat of a man whose hands and knees have carved themselves raw into the marble floor. the prince rose, each step down the stairs of the dais taken without haste. his imminent approach echoing like the bell toll of the dead and buried.
"You should be grateful," his words slicked from his lips like poison. "I don't punish liars." he narrowed the dark slits of his eyes, sharper than any crafted blade. "I remove them."
the unsheathing of steel cut through the layers of silence. a tear of skin and muscle fell deaf to the thud of the head meeting the floor. when the body followed, you watched wisps of steam dance from the pool of blood warm on the stone. you traced the wine of life crawling to stain the polish of his shoes, but stopped frozen beneath his gaze. your sight then trailed upwards, past the dark embellished silks and satins of his garb, till your sight rested against the fine porcelain of his face. and only then considered how his devastating beauty remained untouched by his cruelty.
Yandere!Villain!Prince whose eyes met yours and every muscle beneath his uniform tightened with restraint. the sharp line of his mouth begged to falter, but he forced a scowl convincing enough to make the entire room shudder. with every ounce of cultivated discipline, he raised his red-soaked blade towards the on-lookers.
"Leave us," he ordered the room.
the guards clanked in their armor as they worked swiftly to remove the remaining eye-sores all around him. when one guard attempted to remove you like cattle as well, he sliced away hand from bone, eliciting a the squeal of a pig from the unsuspecting guard.
"Perhaps my orders weren't clear enough," he said severely, "I said, leave us."
Yandere!Villain!Prince who, once the throne room doors clamber shut, stepped past the mess he'd made (for you) towards you. before you could part your lips to speak, he captured your wrist, and guided you up the dais to perch upon his throne. where he then collapsed onto his knees before you, hiked up your serviceable skirt, and grasped the warmth of your thighs with cold-kissed fingertips.
"Did I..." he started quietly, resting the pale of his cheek against your bare lap. "Was that too much?" he closed his eyes, and his lashes tickled your skin. "Was I too much?"
"Mm," you responded. "You were quite terrifying."
"I-I'm sorry," he winced as if he'd received a thousand lashes. "I didn't scare you, did I?"
"No, my prince," you whispered sweetly, and lifted a hand to brush the silk of his hair. "You could never scare me."
"I'm glad. So, so glad," he sighed with heavenly relief, and traced his lips across the softest section of your thigh, till his hot breath reached the part of your undergarments that made you shudder. "I couldn't let such a pathetic man live. Not when I saw the way he had looked at you. How disgusting to have denied it. No better than a common thief wanting to take what's clearly mine." The grip of his gloved-hands tightened around your suppleness. "Unforgivable."
he breathed in your intimate scent; freshly bathed in rose milk and chamomile. "May I...?" his voice softened back to a time when he was just a boy pleading for something sweet. "Just for a moment."
heat crept into every inch of you as he coaxed your legs to part. unable to refuse, you averted your eyes brimming with embarrassment. "If it pleases you, my prince," you managed to reply in a small, thin voice.
"It does. But more importantly..." he fingered away the insignificant piece of cloth keeping his affections away, and flicked his tongue against your clit budding with arousal. "I hope it pleases you even more."
I see you
childhood friend yandere x shy reader
You two are in the same daycare. He is the complete opposite of you — a loud, confident boy who charms both the adults and the other kids with the big grin he always enters the room with.
You, on the other hand, didn’t stick out too much. Always a bit more hesitant and shy around new people.
One of the things on the agenda today was a field trip.
Having arrived at the destination, the caretakers gave you instructions:
“Okay, little stars. Today is a wonderful day to play a game, don’t you agree?“
The others cheered in agreement.
“We hid clues that you’ll be able to find in this area! So get in pairs, if possible with someone new!“
As the childcare worker claps in her hands, the children scatter around, most of them sticking with their usual friend groups.
However, you stayed back. Nobody came up to you, and you were too anxious to approach the others, fidgeting with the sleeves of your shirt while focusing on the ground with your head low.
The caretaker took notice of your little form and exchanged worried glances with the other adults, slowly drawing near and crouching down to your level.
“Hey, have you found a partner yet?“
You shook your head no.
Reaching out her hand, she kindly offered to find a partner for you.
Yet, before you could take her hand, he appears in front of you — scraped knees, a backwards cap and messy hair — flashing you a boyish grin.
“Come on, let’s go together!“ he chirped, eyes glistening with fondness while yours lit up with happiness.
He took your hand and led you to where his friends were. They couldn’t understand why he refused their offer to pair up, until you showed up, shielded by his body.
As you both were hunting for clues, you felt yourself growing more and more relaxed in his presence.
He always protected you from slimy bugs and held your hand so that you wouldn’t get lost without him.
“You’re now my best friend.”
It wasn’t phrased as a question, because he wouldn’t accept you saying no.
And you smiled.
“I like that.”
And the smile you gave him was so genuine, he felt his own heart beating a little more than usual.
You spent the rest of your childhood years sticking to him like glue. You admired him and his presence.
One day, when you were older, you spent time at his house. It was basically yours as well, with how much time you spent there.
Lying next to each other, you faced away from him while he stared at your back, too scared to move.
At times, he could be quiet. He could be soft. But only you were allowed to see this side of him. Only you deserved it.
As he listened to your slow, rhythmic breathing, you turned around.
You weren’t expecting him to be so close — your noses almost touched.
And your stomach flipped at the sight of his half-opened eyes that now widened as much as your own.
He saw it — your pupils, dilated.
His heart began hammering against his ribcage, and he pressed his face into the mattress.
“What?“ you murmured softly.
“N-nothing! You just threw me off guard.”
His response made you chuckle. It was cute to see him without his usual confident tone.
As older teenagers, you both started to see each other differently.
Behind his golden-boy personality and sheepishly handsome face, there was something deeper, a protectiveness directed at you.
He saw you as a woman now. And you, well—
You planned a movie night. Just the two of you.
You’d both been so busy lately, you started to miss his annoying voice and the way he always made you feel right.
As the movie played, you became bored and decided to mess with him a little, just enough to get a reaction.
“Heeey,” you utter, laying your leg on his.
He grinned, showing the dimples you adored so much on him.
But as you started to snuggle up even more and chose to playfully ruffle his messy hair, he became serious.
His hand gently gripped your wrist halfway, and your smile dropped.
“Do you not realize what you’re doing to me? That’s not fair,” his voice croaked — low, with a dangerous hint.
You became nervous and replied, laughing the awkwardness off.
“What do you mean? I’m just playing with you.”
He sighed, propping himself up on top of you, which knocked the breath out of your lungs.
“I’m not the little boy anymore who took these things as innocent gestures. Please acknowledge me as a man. And if you were to do that with every man while being so oblivious… I would rather keep you locked up. Do you understand?”
You couldn’t deny the way that made you feel — more than it should.
Always Remember You Pt.3
Yandere Childhood Friend OC x Fem!Reader
Story is planned to have 18+ content minors DNI
⚠︎ Warning: Not proofread, reader has bad mental health, possessiveness ⚠︎
Word Count: 1.3K
Part 2
YANDERE BOYFRIEND X LOVING CAPTIVE READER
☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★𖤐⭒๋࣭☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★𖤐⭒๋࣭
。˚.𖧧 。˚.𖧧 𑁍 𖧧.˚。
。˚.𖧧 。˚.𖧧 𑁍 𖧧.˚。
| Stabbing | Mutual love | Threats|
☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★𖤐⭒๋࣭☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★𖤐⭒๋࣭
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You and Xabriel Montefalco have been dating for 6 years, from college to moving in together.
You first confessed to Xabriel because you fell in love with the way he smiled, the way he spoke, the way he laughed, and the way he always put his milk first before the cereal.
Literally every single thing about him.
And naturally even his weird obsession for you.
He always gets angry whenever you get close to your coworker for asking about work, and even just a slight touch from others can trigger him into exploding on you.
Even one time when some girl approached you to ask for directions and ended up brushing their arm against yours, he ended up wracking and smashing every piece of furniture in your house.
But you love him, every single request from him, even if he requested to tie you up on the bed for a whole week just to give him enough reassurance you accepted it.
Even if he ever requested for you to cut ties with every living being in your life, from your friends to your family, you'll accept it.
Everything is going great until it's not.
You hugged your sister, saying goodbye as she headed inside the airport.
You thought everything was normal and even kissed her forehead before leaving.
Until, while walking far and waiting for the taxi to arrive, you suddenly felt a metal object hitting hard against the back of your neck, causing you to lose consciousness and faint on the spot.
You woke up groggily.
You're tied up on the chair with some blindfold on, while feeling a cold and pain towards your right ankle while some unknown liquid is dripping from inside.
Naturally, you're scared.
But not at the fact that you're tied up in some unknown place and might even have a broken ankle at this moment.
No, but you're scared about your lover, Xabriel.
About his well-being at this moment.
You're not scared or even shocked at what is happening right now because this isn't your first time.
"𝙓𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡...? 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" You spoke as gently as you could, fearing he might lash out even more than this.
Suddenly you felt a sharp slap on your left cheek.
"𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠! 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚!" He said, anger clearly heard in his voice, which makes you even more anxious.
"𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜? 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚—" you said, but before you could even finish.
He stabs your left shoulder with his knife that, without even looking at it, you can tell what it looks like, and that is one of his precious knives made just for you.
You let out a silent shout from the sharp pain that he caused, but you still didn't try to push him away or even let yourself go from the poorly tied rope on your arms.
Suddenly you felt a liquid dropping onto your face.
"𝙓𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡? 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮?! 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚... 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚," you said gently, as you moved towards him, pressing the knife even deeper against your shoulder.
"𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚... 𝙃𝙞𝙘... 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚! 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩... 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙚!!" He said, crying even harder, sitting on your lap, still pressing the knife against you.
"𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."
"𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙚! 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!" He said while pulling the knife out before stabbing it again harder.
"𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩... 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪," you said, breathing harder this time as more blood kept on coming out of your shoulder.
"𝙇𝙞𝙚𝙧! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩! 𝙒𝙝𝙮? 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨?!" He said that made you remember that scene earlier that obviously made him misunderstand.
"𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚."
"𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧? 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚?! 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧!" He said crying, stabbing you again and again.
"𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤."
Suddenly he stopped stabbing you, the knife falling to the ground.
He removed your blindfold and held your face close to him.
"𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮?"
You nodded and kissed him before losing consciousness because of excessive loss of blood.
You woke up in a hospital. The same hospital you grew accustomed to.
As this is just one of the hospitals Xabriel's family owns, and the hospital you keep waking up in after your very fight.
"𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡." Xabriel said while lying on top of you while caressing your shoulder.
"𝙔𝙚𝙨... 𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙," you said as he moved closer to you.
"𝙔𝙚𝙨... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧." He said, clearly threatening you.
You just nodded before kissing his forehead.
You're accustomed to this; even your body can take on one of the most dangerous poisons in the world, as he always tries to poison you before, after telling you to just die with him if he doesn't end up with you.
But you love him. If so, what can you do?
You just hold him close to your heart.
Knowing clearly why he acted like this.
And it's because of you, manipulating him into loving you to the point of being mentally crazy.
DESPERATE YANDERE ONLINE BOYFRIEND × MALE! READER
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| Mutual Love | Kidnapping |
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It's already been 1 and a half years since you and Xander Campbell had been talking online.
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚."
"𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚... 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣..."
"𝙊-𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!"
"𝙃𝙢... "
"𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮? 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮? 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮? "You sister said sighing at how dumb you're being right now.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙙𝙤? 𝙃𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙... 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬? 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩..." You smiled unknowingly.
You said that before because of how possessive he is of you.
But now... You don't even care anymore.
It's super cute now; you even felt that you were falling for him...
You shake your head trying to dispel any thoughts before standing up to get a towel and heading to the bathroom.
"𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮... 𝙊𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣. 𝘽𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨," she said, looking at you worried flash in her eyes.
"𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨." You laugh before closing the bathroom door.
You and your sister had been living together alone since your parents died unexpectedly, and no relatives are willing to take up some burden.
So to live and support your sister, you worked a lot, taking jobs here and there, morning to night, only being able to sleep for 2 hours a day.
You even quit school to be able to at least eat two times a day.
That is until your coworker recommended you this online dating scum he'd been bragging about.
About him getting expensive stuff for free without having to empty out his wallet.
You didn't really put any mind to this.
That is... Until you tried it out of curiosity.
You dated guys online, taking their money and free food, and that way you and your sister got to live without having to worry about food as much as before.
No one really lasted that long; some guys left after 2-3 months, and the one that lasted longer was only 5 months.
Of course they left, giving you a mouthfulof curses here and there.
You just scoff. I mean, what could these rich guys who didn't get the taste of hardship even know?
Of course you know they are right…
But... what other choice do you have?
That, until Xander appeared before you.
He's not like others you've met, although you did what you usually did, but you know you're fallin—ehem.
He's the man that would make every girl drool at the sight of how godly looking he is.
And not only that, he's caring, gentle, and loving; he's perfect.
And that's more of the reason why you can't be with him... You only use him for his money, only draining him.
How could you be shameless?
1 week since then, and finally you decided to end things with him.
Your sister is at the right age to have a job to help you, and using the things he gave you for the last one and a half years, you two can get by and maybe eat at a restaurant maybe once a month.
Haaa... 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦... 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺....
𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩...?
SLAP!
𝘕𝘰! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮!! 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯... 𝘠𝘰𝘶... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵... 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵.
After a half hour, you finally decided to text him.
"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"
"𝙊𝙛𝙘, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤! 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚."
"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨... 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮."
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣? 𝙄𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜? 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮."
"𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮... "
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"𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨? 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙄? 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨..."
"𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨."
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮."
"𝙃𝙚𝙮. 𝙏𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠."
"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮."
...
"𝙄 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤."
"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚... 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚"
"𝘼𝙣𝙙-"
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚?"
"𝘼𝙝. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜..."
After that, your lives return to normal.
Though... You always felt that someone was watching you...
No, it's probably nothing.
2 weeks later.
Everything turned to hell.
First, your low-rent apartment suddenly told you to leave, as a new, high-paying tenant wanted this place for no reason. Of course, you tried to talk it out, but nothing worked out.
Then one by one your jobs suddenly fired you for unknown reasons.
It's already hell as it is; it's as if God is punishing you for your sins.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩?! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙤𝙗 𝙩𝙤𝙤?" You touched your throbbing head as you sat down on the couch.
"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬... 𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩! 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨!" Your sister sobbing while sitting beside you.
"𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣... 𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣... 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙤𝙠?"
"𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩... 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬? 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪"
"𝙊𝙠 𝙤𝙠... 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙤𝙠? 𝙄'𝙢... 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠."
Ha... I 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰... 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭? 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...
Then suddenly you felt a hug from behind; you tried to free yourself, but you couldn't.
He covered your mouth.
Dragging you deep in the alley.
Bites.
"𝙔-𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤?!"
Then the person behind you buried themselves on your neck.
"𝙐𝙜𝙝... 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮..."
Your pupils dilated.
𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺...?
"𝘼𝙝... 𝙓-𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧... 𝙏-𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"
Goosebumps filled your body; this can't be right... I mean... You never gave your address to anyone, even Xander.
"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮... 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?"
"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪...?"
"𝘿𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪?"
"𝙓𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧... 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙤."
...
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮..."
"𝙒𝙝-?" You felt a sharp pain on the back of your neck, causing you to lose consciousness.
...
A few moments later, you woke up.
You thought that was just a dream... It should be.
I mean, there's no way that man will appear before you knowing you didn't even give your real name to him, much less where you lived.
But...
"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚...?" Looking at the unknown dark place around you, you felt your intestines flip inside you.
Fuck, this place is... Looking expensive?
You tried to stand up but then heard a metal sound around your ankle.
Fuck... This... Chain?
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚?" You didn't know when the door opened, but he's here, closing the door gently.
"𝙓𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧... 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙢 𝙄?" You felt your hands sweat at the sight... But also felt excitement and longing.
You love this man, alright... You love him inside and out.
But... What the hell is happening?!
"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮... 𝘼-𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚"
You saw him coming closer to you, slowly... And careful.
"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨... 𝙄𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮." He caresses your cheeks gently as if you're something precious.
Ah... You know what your situation is right now... But you felt something warm fill your body instead of fear.
This is also one of the reasons you love him.
He is the only one who treats you to something so precious besides your parents.
Suddenly the longing for the warmth of love you thought you didn't need anymore came back at this moment.
Tears flow down your face while looking at him.
He suddenly tensed up.
"𝘽-𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮...? 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪... 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚... 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙮, 𝙞-𝙄," he stammered.
Then, you kissed him.
"𝘽-𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮?!"
You're about to kiss him again when tears flow down his eyes.
"𝙒-𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜?! 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣..."
"𝙃𝙞𝙘.... 𝙄-𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚.... 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮... 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚?! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄... 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙝𝙞𝙘..."
You felt your heart soften.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮..." You wiped his tears off.
You felt waves of sadness and regret fill you.
Why, why did you have to hurt someone as kindhearted as him?
"𝙃𝙞𝙘..."
Sigh... You kiss him again.
Deeply this time.
You pushed your tongue deep inside his mouth, tasting every corner sweetly.
After a few moments he falls on your chest, heavy breathing as he clings to you.
"Baby..." He looked up to you.
You pushed him towards the bed, holding his hands up above his head.
You don't care anymore at this point.
You want him; you tried to let him go, but he showed up in front of you.
You know, you don't deserve him.
But... So what...
You kissed him once again, only your hands explored his body through his thin clothing this time.
You let go for a moment to let him breathe.
He looked up to you, pleading for more.
"𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮..." He said while lying on top of you, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeats.
"𝙈𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤... 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢" you chuckled.
"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙤?"
"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩! 𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢," you laugh and kiss his forehead.
"𝙊𝙝... 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖..."
He looked at you guiltily.
After that, things in your life became extremely smooth once again, so smooth it felt unreal.
Well, it may be because of your lover. YOUR LUCKY CHARM...
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"𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚?! 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣? 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 80𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙙𝙖𝙙, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚!?" you said, choking while looking bewildered.
Hell, it's so sudden. I mean, just a minute ago you were still free, happily messing around with some girls.
But now you're a married man?!
"𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙩, 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙." Your father cleared his throat and sat up.
You slammed the table, causing a chattering sound.
"𝙉𝙤! 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖-"
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"𝙄𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮?" Malvrick said, biting your fingers that have been feeding him.
That's right.
You got married to him.
Well, rather than getting angry about it, you're actually happy!
Who would've thought that you're marrying your childhood friend?!
Huh? Childhood friend...?
He frowned, "𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚?!"
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮!! 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚."
Your husband is always like this.
He's possessive of you to the point of getting angry when you even think or dream of someone else other than him.
He always feels restless and wants to spend every second of the day together alone with him.
It's like he's afraid of something.
"𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮? 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚, 𝙮𝙠?" you said, hugging him tightly.
Now that you think about it, it has been a long time since you saw other people other than Malvrick.
"𝙉𝙤! 𝙐𝙝... 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙? 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚...." He said, sulking cutely.
You love this part of him so much; how could you refuse?
"𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚~"
"𝘏𝘦𝘩𝘦... 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦~," he said while rubbing his head on your chest like a cat wanting his owner for a pet.
Overload of sweetness!!
...
It's in the middle of the movie. Maverick has fallen asleep, as usual.
"𝘼𝙧𝙜𝙝!" He woke up looking around before his gaze landed on you.
Then he suddenly cried.
"𝙒-𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜?!" You instinctively patted his back while holding him tight.
"𝙄... 𝙄 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚... 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩! 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤! 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚... 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚!" He said, clutching your clothes so tightly, you even felt short of breath.
"𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚... 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚," you send him kisses all over his face while telling him hundreds of words of reassurance.
"𝙃𝙞𝙘... 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩! 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥, 𝙝𝙞𝙘..."
He bites on your fingers.
Chuckled.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩?!"
"𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚... 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩."
He looked at you deeply; he could feel the overwhelming love in your eyes.
"𝙃𝙢𝙤𝙛," he looked away, leaving you laughing at how adorable he is.
...
You woke up in the middle of the night; you saw no one besides you.
"𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠...?" You got up and left the bedroom.
You looked everywhere: in the kitchen, in the living room, heck, even in the bathroom.
Nothing.
Then you hear a sound above you.
The sound of falling.
You immediately head towards the attic as fast as you can.
...
There you saw him sitting, holding his knee, probably from that sound earlier.
"𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧-" You are about to help him up, but he suddenly gets up, walking ahead, not stopping even if he accidentally steps on the rusted nail on the floor.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜?! 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!" You carried him into your arms.
His feet, bleeding.
"?!" He looked at you very surprised, then he looked around. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙘?'
"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚? 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛!"
You immediately head to the living room, then put him down on the couch to look for the med kit below the table.
You don't even know why there's a med kit below the table.
"𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩... 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚," you said before looking up at him while tending to his wound.
"𝘼𝙝... 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬..." He looked down, gloom hiding his face.
"𝙃𝙢, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩."
Ruffling his hair, you chuckled.
Although you're worried, you don't want to show that in front of him.
He's a very delicate man; he's easily worried and scared, so all you can do right now is take care of him as much as possible.
"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝? 𝘼𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."
This is your late grandparents house; you two moved in here since they passed away.
You always wanted to start a family in a foreign place because you feel that's the most romantic.
Because, you know, getting a new place with no one you know very much and instead meeting new people together with your loved one.
You don't even know why you chose this place.
"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙘... 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚..." He said, the last part more of a whisper to himself.
"... 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥? 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪." You carried him all the way to the bedroom.
He clings to you.
"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨?" you chuckled.
"... "
"𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚... 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪... 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚."
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
You kissed his forehead lovingly.
"𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝... 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚."
. . .
It's been two days since that event happened.
That sleepwalking hasn't happened again.
But instead... Your hair follicles were always straight and frozen when you woke up in the middle of the night.
...
Gasp!
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚?" You ruffled your hair.
You instinctively reach out for Malvrick.
But he's not here again.
You felt your heart thumping. You have a bad feeling.
You looked everywhere once again.
You looked up; you don't want to go to the attic.
You opened the door quietly.
It has nothing.
"𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠...?" you shouted. Nothing happened.
Looking around at the old stuff here full of dust, nothing's here.
You decided to leave.
However, just as you were about to close the door—
"𝙃𝙚𝙡.... 𝙋," you felt your heart jump at the moment.
It's Malvrick's voice.
You walked inside the attic.
Nothing.
Are you hallucinating?
"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪...?" When you didn't hear anything, you turned around.
…
You felt your heart going cold at the moment, while your brain was in a mess.
You saw there, Malvrick.
Lying on the floor, blood everywhere, his limbs are scattered around him, untact.
You fall down to the floor. Like your heart did.
"𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠...? ---! " You woke up. Sweat is forming on your face.
Ha....! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮... 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦...
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧?"
You turned your head around to see where that voice came from.
"𝙕𝙖𝙘𝙠? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?" Looking at the dumb look on your brother's face, you felt your blood boil.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮?!
My room...?
Looking around, you're in your room. But not on your '𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮,' the one together with him.
"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚...?"
"𝙃𝙪𝙝? 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚? 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚? 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?" Your brother jokingly said laughing at the freaking old joke you've grown tired about.
"𝙃𝙖... 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙝𝙚- 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠?"
"𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠...? 𝙒𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩?"
𝘞𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?
"𝙃𝙖... 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙨."
"𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙? 𝘼𝙝! 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙮 𝙃𝘼𝙃𝘼!" He laugh out loud.
But he stopped, looking at you looking at him seriously.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺? 'Your brother thought.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧?"
You threw a pillow right at him.
"𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜!"
"𝘼𝙧𝙜𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮? 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 '𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨'?"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪... 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠?"
"𝙒𝙝𝙤?"
"𝙈𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙!"
"𝙒𝙚... 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠."
You felt cold all over your body.
You have a lot of questions on your mind.
It's impossible... I mean
"𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚!" You threw a pillow towards him once again.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠! 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 '𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬' 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨--- 𝙝𝙚𝙮?! 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜?!"
You didn't listen to any words he said; just run and run outside.
I mean, this can't be; it's impossible, alright?
...
You slammed the door open.
"𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧! 𝙒-𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠?!"
Your dad frowned, looking up at your messy state.
"𝙒𝙝𝙤?"
"𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨!"
"𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 80'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚" he mumbled.
He said it quietly, but you could hear every letter of his words...
It's breaking you apart—your heart, your body, your beliefs...
CRYBABY AND HARMLESS YANDERE × ALWAYS ANNOYED AND QUICK-TO-ANGER M!READER
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| SH | Violence |
"Who are you?" You said, looking at him. He sat across from you while smiling.
You're just going on with your day, drinking at a coffee shop near your house, when someone just sat across from you without even saying a word.
Naturally, it's ok when they ask whether they can sit or not, it's perfectly normal.
But not when there are obviously a freaking hundred seats around you, not when your laptop is literally in the middle of the table!
Then he looked at you sadly, like you just did him wrong.
"You forgot about me that fast... You told me you will always remember me..." He said, leaning closer to you.
"Huh...?" You backed away, but as if dumb. He didn't care but just got closer and closer to you.
"Devian... Your childhood friend, remember?" He looked at you, smiling happily.
Like... A puppy.
...
After that encounter, as if like a leech, he always follows you, everywhere.
Like everywhere!
It was a normal day for you, taking out trash.
But as you walked out of your home, you bumped into someone, to be specific... That Devian-ass.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" You asked him furiously.
That annoying guy that kept on following you the other day who keeps on saying stuff like 'I missed you', 'let's hang out together', 'let's go together', blah blah blah actually came in front of your doorstep?!
"Hehe... Found you! I've been looking for you everywhere..." He looked down sadly, but before changing expression and actually grabbed your arms and hugged them tightly. "Let's hang out together, pls... If you don't want to, I'll just stay here and die because of freezing!!"
"Huh?! Then die!" You said, trying to take his hands away from yours, mumbling, "how is that my problem?!"
Then he looked at you hurt, looked at his empty hands, and at you again.
"Huh—" but before you can even utter a single word, he suddenly scratched deeply on his wrist like a crazy bastard—
"Then I'll die!! You don't even care about me anyway," he said, continuing his crazy act.
You can only grab his hands away from each other. "What the hell are you even doing?!" You looked at his wrist and found that it was bleeding.
You looked at him out of disbelief, only to see those bright eyes looking at you happily.
-what a really crazy bitch-
So you have no choice but to take him inside and treat those scratches on his wrist, and thankfully it's not that deep.
"Hehe... You're as soft-hearted as ever~ just like those times when you gave me those hello kitty band-aid when we were young," he said while moving closer and closer to you.
You moved back while he kept moving forward, ultimately you lost, if you keep on moving backward you'll fall.
"Yes yes, I gave you that hello kitty band-aid," you said perfunctory while focusing on his wounds.
He suddenly pouted.
"It's not hello kitty... It's frozen... Hmpf," he said and suddenly hugged you. "You have to make it up for me."
You can only sigh, thankfully you finished treating those scratches before he hugged you, or it'll be a mess.
"Yes yes, I'm done treating it, now go back to your own home," you pushed him away.
"Hmpf so impolite! You won't even welcome your own new neighbor?" He said as he let you push him away.
You stopped suddenly, looked at him.
"Neighbor...?" You said, looking at him shockingly.
He giggled, "yes!!"
And so, surprise! That guy is actually crazy enough to move beside your apartment.
...
Things are pretty much the same - oh did you say the same? Hell nah!
That guy kept on coming to your house, and particularly forcing himself into your life.
"I'm here for a movie night?" He said happily while holding some snacks.
Ofc it's ok to watch a movie if they also brought some snacks, more than welcome actually.
But not when they came in through your window!
"What the hell?! This is the 3rd floor, what if you freaking fall?!" You said as you took him into your arms, and carried him.
The window in your apartment is pretty high and if he accidentally slipped off, you will get arrested because of murder!
"Hehe, you're so fast! Already embracing me heh?" He said giggling and actually wrapped his arms around your neck.
You sigh deeply.
"Get down."
"Noo....-" And well, he can get down after you pinched him on his waist.
"Hmpft," he said going to the living room without even waiting for you.
You just let him, I mean what's the point anyway?
After he arranged the food in the living room he got up and went to the kitchen and went to get some coke.
You don't even know how he knows there is a coke there.
He also went to get some other things in your snack room.
However when he passed by a black door he stopped, looked at it.
You got up and rotated his head to 300 degrees and you leaned in and looked at him in the eyes.
He blushed and looked away.
Like a harmless bun.
"What are you looking at?" you chuckled at the thought.
You thought he'll get more embarrassed and ofc as unexpected as he is, he suddenly leaned and nuzzled his head on your shoulder.
"Nothing, I thought every apartment is the same but it's actually not!" He said looking at you, still blushing. "You have an extra door and I don't!!"
You chuckled, "ofc dumbass," then you suddenly looked at the snacks in his arms and tsked.
"Wow... Devian, are you actually here to steal from me?" He also looked down at the snacks too, giggled and ran towards the living room.
...
Life went on like water, and before you knew it, you and devian got closer and closer.
Well ofc it's cause he's as persistent as persistent.
He appeared out of nowhere and he appeared everywhere.
Heck you can even feel like someone is watching you and kept on getting goosebumps everywhere.
So after 3 months of being neighbor you finally couldn't stand it and like a dumbass offered to let him live in your place.
I mean what can you do? What can you do when you wake up and got out to take a walk during 4 am and he's actually outside your home waiting for you.
So he moved in.
And just freaking one night of him moving in, he actually sat on top of you, out of nowhere during 3 am like a freaking ghost.
"What the f-" you said angrily. "Are f*cking insane devian?!" You said as you pushed him away.
And as if an octopus he actually wrapped his entire body around you.
"Hic..." He cried softly "devian... Be with me... I can't live without you... Hic i-ill die without you..." He said tears streaming down on his face.
"You...! Sigh... Get off me first ok?" You said still trying to get him off you.
But as if something snapped in him, he suddenly shouted - "NO!! I told you I'll die without you, but you don't care!" He moved his upper body.
And now it's him sitting on top of you.
He actually grabbed a knife like a lunatic as he is out of nowhere, and put it directly on his neck.
"Hic... I'll die... I'll die without you... Be with me... Or-... Or it's gonna be your fault when I die... Hic..." He said looking deeply hurt.
You suddenly grabbed the knife and threw it far away, and as expected - he cried even more deeply.
He punched you on your shoulder "I hate you! Why are you hurting me!" You just looked at him and sighed even more deeply, you hugged him to keep him from trying to do anything more.
"Fine... Fine... Why the hell are you dumb?! What if I get arrested because of you? You keep doing irrational thing, what if you die?! Huh?!" you said angrily kissing him on his cheeks.
He stopped, as if frozen.
"R-really?" He asked trembling and as if possessed you agreed.
-obviously ignored the later part of the sentence.
And just like that, this insanely mentally ill person actually succeeded.
...
"It's scary..." he said while watching a movie in a way that is not actually scared, but just wanting to be closer to you.
You let him obviously.
"Scary..." He kept saying, moving and moving closer to you until finally you can't take it anymore and pulled him into your arms, letting him rest his head on your shoulder.
He giggled.
And after that he can finally focus on the movie.
"... The plot is good..." He said slowly while eating. "I think the killer is that guy in black" he said in a very focused way.
You stared at him in amusement, and wanting to tease him... "It's not, it's the orange head guy"
He stopped suddenly and looked at you, frowning.
"It's not. That's his father" he said very very seriously.
"No it's him, besides there is a star sign on his head and I think it's a hint it's the killer, like imitated from that scary killer~"
"Hmpf you just wanna tease me" he said looking away at you, "how can it be him..." He mumbled.
You chuckled and pinched his nose.
"It's him" you chuckled as he ignored you even more.
Then... As he watched till the end, he looked at you frowning.
"Hmpft... Fine you win" he said angrily. "Cheater" he mumbled.
You laughed, "I'm not, it's very easy" then you started explaining the movie and why you know he's the killer.
He looked even more astonished, his eyes getting brighter and brighter in a second "are you actually a detective!!" He chuckled moving closer to you.
You laughed, "Yeah"
He then stopped and looked at you fully "really????"
You kissed him in the cheeks "really"
He giggled and nuzzled to you even more.
So life went as normal, the only not normal in your life is your lover.
But.... Oh well.
He's becoming more and more dependent, and insecure but you can only reassure him more and more and even to the point of working from home.
Well, you love him so what can you do?
And so life went by peacefully.
...
You are cooking.
Chopping the meat while letting the vegetables soften in the boiling water.
While he is in the study acting serious and cute.
You chuckled and focused on your cooking.
When he suddenly called you, not by your nickname.
But your name.
You turned around, looking at him confused, and he looked back at you, eye to eye.
"Dev...?" You said as you got closer to him, when he suddenly spoke.
"Who are you?" He said looking at you, as he stands in front of you, with no emotions but terror.
You chuckled "what are yo-"
"You're not the childhood friend I know. Who are you" he said walking backward.
"Huh?"
"I don't know who you are"
You chuckled "Dev, my darling what are you talking about" you said as you stepped backward.
"When aunty is going out to work, where did she usually leave you?"
You chuckled "She-"
"You-" he stopped, "He doesn't have a mother. He is an orphan. We are an orphan." He said interrupting you.
You looked at him, eye to eye.
And you suddenly.... Chuckled, from quiet to being loud.
"I never said I'm your childhood friend." You said as you stopped laughing entirely, with no emotions in your face.
He stepped back even more. "You... But yo- you deceived me..."
"You're the one who made the decision that I am that childhood friend, I never deceived you." You got closer and closer.
Knife in your hand, slicing eerily on the kitchen's tile.
He stepped back... "The star on you bac-" before he could finish speaking, you grabbed his jaw, and pushed him hard on the counter.
He cried. As he always has.
"Oh? The star?" You laughed even harder.
You grabbed his hair and dragged him.
"Devian... I actually forgot about that childhood friend of yours" you said calmly while walking, as if it's just another peaceful day.
While he cried and cried as you dragged him around by his hair.
"You know if I were you, I wouldn't have thought about that and just forget about that topic entirely, but no... You just have to be so smart."
Finally you stopped.
In front of that black door that devian has never been to.
"Devian, you always wanted to come here, and now you finally can" you chuckled as you open the door.
Once the door closed again.
You can hear the loud cry... Until finally it turned into silence.
PSYCHOTIC BOTTOM × INDULGENT MALE READER
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| Violence | Mutual Love |
You've been kidnapped.
But the good news is? It's your lover who kidnapped you.
And another good news? It isn't the first time.
So, you just sat there waiting for him. Waiting on whatever he wanted to do with you.
And after a while, you heard slow, deliberate footsteps.
Walking toward you step by step, as if all the time in the world is in his hands, and along with it, you could also hear a metallic sound.
"Ser, baby? Is that you?" you said as softly as you could.
You can't see anything. Everything is dark around you. Your hands are tied behind you to a chair.
You're completely at his mercy.
"Don't speak," he said coldly.
"Baby... I—" but before you could finish, a piece of cloth was shoved down your throat.
"I told you not to speak. Why are you going against me? Why? Don't you love me anymore? What? Because of that girl?!" As he spoke, he became more and more angry, and at the end of his words, he suddenly slapped you.
You can't speak and can barely breathe; you are gagged and blindfolded.
He suddenly sighed. "Baby, why are you being bad? You know how much I hate that." He caressed your swollen cheek. "I already told you not to be like this. I already told you that you wouldn't like me like this, but why do you keep doing this?!"
He gripped your jaw hard.
He threw the cloth away and suddenly made you drink a liquid that you're so familiar with.
And immediately after that, you felt like throwing up, along with intense dizziness.
You breathed heavily, trying to literally suck in all the air while you still could.
"Baby... gasp... that— that is my mom. What are you talking about?!" you said, agitated.
"Shut up! She kissed you on the cheeks! I told you I don't like that!" he said as he sat on your lap, slapping you left and right. "I hate you! And I don't care about that woman! I hate her!!" he said, becoming more and more angry.
It has always been like this. For some reason, he is always prone to jealousy and unreasonable behavior.
Getting angry at the smallest things ever.
You breathed harder. It's getting hard to even focus. You feel an intense and familiar sense of dizziness, along with a bit of hallucination.
You sighed, but couldn't do anything and just indulged him.
He has always been dependent and irrational when it comes to you.
And you know why—he saw you as the hero he needed to protect him.
Because of that accident.
You thought, what if that accident never happened?
But of course, there are no what-ifs.
"Baby... I... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault... baby," you said, trying hard to explain.
He looked at you and got up.
And forced you to drink yet another bottle of that liquid.
"It's your fault."
He said as he gagged you again and left you alone in the basement.
...
And after that, as always, he came back while crying, yelling at you for being dumb and hurting him.
And after he removed the rope around your wrists, you could only hug him and comfort him.
Kissing him and touching him, just like he wanted.
"Hmn..." he said as you carried him toward the bed, kissing him all over.
After you passed the hallucination stage, your body would feel an intense heat that could only be relinquished by his touch.
"Remove my clothes..." he said as he gasped and wrapped his arms and legs around you.
...
You carried him toward the bathroom, cleaning him and putting comfortable clothes on him.
While you were in the bathroom, the maid had already cleaned up all the mess in the bedroom, so by the time the two of you came back, the room was already clean.
You hugged him, pulling him into your embrace.
It has always been like this—him being unreasonable, doing whatever he wanted, always being insecure and jealous.
But you can't do anything. You love him and can only indulge whatever tactics he wants.
"Mhn... I want chocolate milk," he said softly, looking up at you and getting closer.
"Okay, baby." You kissed his cheek and put a blanket tightly around him as you got up, but before you could even stand, he already gripped your wrist, looking at you angrily and clearly displeased.
You sighed and carried him into your arms as you went to the kitchen.
"Dumb..." he muttered, and you could only kiss him to make him feel better.
After sex, he is always craving chocolate and being 200% clingy.
...
"Let's go to the park," he suddenly said while snuggling into your arms as you watched a movie.
"We're going to leave the house together?" you said, shocked.
He looked at you angrily. "What? You don't want to go out with me? You don't want to be seen with me?!"
"No, no... of course not, baby. I naturally want to go with you," you said as you hugged him tightly, and seeing that he didn't push you away, you breathed in relief.
It's just that... he finally let you go out of the house, which is a great surprise.
...
While walking hand in hand, with him snuggling closely to you—
"This... is the first place that we met," he suddenly said, smiling as if it's the best memory ever.
I mean, it is—but... it's also not.
"You saved me out of nowhere, saving me from that scarred-faced, nasty being from touching me." He suddenly kissed your cheek. "You're my hero," he said, smiling happily.
You kissed him back.
It is the happiest moment for him, because it's the first time you two met each other, creating this wonderful relationship.
But it's also one of the most traumatic experiences he has.
You gripped his hand tightly.
But he just looked at you as if that moment didn't exist.
You two walked peacefully until sunset.
"Let's go home," he said, frowning. "I don't like anyone looking at you," he said, pulling you toward the car.
You just kissed his cheek and let him pull you around.
...
He kissed you, looking at you deeply before leaving.
He has work, so he can't always be with you, but he can't help but look at you as if him going to work is entirely your fault.
You sighed and kissed him, telling him lots of sweet things before he reluctantly left, reminding you to always text him every 30 minutes of the day.
After he left, you just sat on the sofa blankly.
Until a call interrupted you.
You looked at the phone with a smile on your lips, but when you saw who was calling, the smile on your face vanished entirely.
You walked calmly to the balcony, avoiding the CCTV cameras that your lover had placed around the house to monitor you while he's at work.
You answered.
And if Ser were here, he would immediately know who was on the other end of the call.
"Sir, we already eliminated _______ and tricked the police into thinking it's a suicide," he said respectfully.
It's that scarred face.
"Hm." You ended the call.
You looked up at the sky—no emotion, unlike what you always show your lover. Nothing at all.
You don't want him to experience that, not even a bit.
But that's the only way.
The only way for him to fully trust and be dependent on you.
TEASING BUT POSSESSIVE YANDERE × SHY AND OBEDIENT M! READER
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You were sitting alone in a little cafe near your home when someone suddenly tapped you on the shoulder, waking you up from being dazed.
"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"
You looked at him, being dazed again, but not because of daydreaming, but because the man in front of you is incredibly handsome.
Those eyes that seem so beautiful, like it's hooking you to open up for him, that face that looks like it had been favored by God.
He suddenly chuckled, making you embarrassed for being dazed while looking at him — and particularly drooling...
"Ah, sorry... Ah, no..." You smiled shyly.
He sat across from you while smiling and resting his head on his chin.
You thought that's all there is, he sat across from you because there's no seat taken, nothing more.
You're not too delusional to actually think he sat there because he is interested in you, are you?
But to your surprise, he actually talked to you.
Laughing while asking you a lot of stuff, he's too... obvious that he's interested in you...
You shake your head, thinking that you're more delusional than you think!
To actually think that someone like him would like you!
...
You talked and talked, and more and more people came and left the cafe.
And finally... "So... Can I have your number?" He actually asked for your number!! How lucky!
"I currently don't have a number on my emergency contact... Will you be one?" He chuckled while asking you.
And you nod like a chicken.
I mean, who are you to decline, huh?!
After that, he stood up. "Then I'll call you later to plan our date tomorrow."
"D-date?!" You are currently in great disbelief.
"What... You don't want to?" He frowned.
"No-no, ofc I want to!! So... call me."
You're currently so red right now, and you know it... and you know it!!! It's making you wish to just bury your whole body in dirt.
...
And so... after that unexpected... date? He actually called you.
"How about we go on a movie date? What about an amusement park?" He asked slowly.
But you can't really focus the whole call, he... he is just wearing a bathrobe right now... how can you focus?!
"U-uhm... you choose," you said, stammering, absolutely so freaking shy, you keep burying your head in a pillow, hoping he won't see the redness on your face.
But well... let's just say you've failed, utterly failed.
He looked at you, smiling, while intentionally putting the phone closer to his chest...
And so you didn't even remember what happened on the call... and you don't even know how it ended.
You just know that the two of you are going to the amusement park tomorrow.
You keep on turning left and right, hoping to get him out of your mind, but of course you failed.
And so the next day, the day the two of you are going on a REAL date, you looked like a panda.
He laughed at you the whole day, kept saying how you looked like a panda as if it's not really his fault!
You grumbled angrily... and were utterly shy and embarrassed the whole date.
But when you got home, you totally forgot what even happened on the whole date.
Why?
He kissed you! Suddenly! What in the actual hell?!
And what did he just say after that?!
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵"
Shy and obedient?!
...
But after that... you're actually happy when you heard him say that...
When you hear your boyfriend say that...
That's right, after just three months of being texting and hanging out together, you have a boyfriend!
"Baby..." He hugged you from behind while you cook, and then kissed you.
And as always, your face, which was just calm, turned into a bright shade of pink.
He chuckled and kissed you more.
You're absolutely happy and shy when he's with you and absolutely adore him.
The only downside of dating him is probably that he's too possessive of you.
"Anyway..." He suddenly said while hugging you, "who is this Hanna?"
He turned serious, looking at you coldly.
He always looks at your phone, so you're used to it by now.
"My coworker," you said slowly, hoping he won't lash out.
"Coworker?" He mumbled, his grip on you tightening.
"Mhn... hurt..."
He didn't let go, just holding you more tightly.
"Ok... I'll block her..." You said, looking at him wrongly.
He chuckled and kissed you. "Good boy," then he walked to the living room, still checking every corner of your phone.
You sighed and thought, you better not let him get angry, otherwise...
You shudder just imagining that punishment.
You looked at your ankle, just recently healed.
You actually didn't know what happened to him.
The first month of your relationship, he's calm, teasing, and loving.
But suddenly he turned into something else.
Always imagining you cheated, always insecure, irrational, and out of control.
You don't know why he turned like that.
But... you love him.
...
Everything is just normal.
Until you noticed some red stains on his shirt.
It's definitely not lipstick.
Your heart shrank.
But you didn't say anything, just... observing him.
You know you shouldn't even think about it... but...
Recently, he turned even more out of control, always lashing out and accusing you.
He even got into a fight recently because he thought you cheated.
And... recently there is a killer going out of control near your area.
...
The two of you are just walking in the park, when suddenly he grabbed you behind the tree and choked you.
"Why are you looking at someone else?!" He shouted, his eyes going out of control.
"No... no... you shouldn't look at someone else... you should only look at me!! How dare you look at someone! If you take another look, I'll gouge out your eyes!" He said, choking you even more.
You're scared, so scared.
Why is he being like this? This... is not your lover... he... is scary.
You put up with that. You love him.
But one night you saw him carrying a plastic trash bag... and after that, he actually got a shovel from who knows where.
Then... he saw you. He looked at you in the eye.
Your eyes shrank and you hurriedly locked all the doors and windows, hiding in the closet, calling the police.
"Hello... hic... please come... I-... th-there is a murder happening near my house... hic... he saw me," you said, crying as quietly as you can.
The police officer tried to calm you down.
But then there is a sudden loud noise outside the door.
"Come out!! I know you're there!" Then... he laughed loudly. "Do you think you will be able to get away from me by locking the door?! I'll tell you what! You will never get away from me! Never in your life! You're mine!" He said, out of breath and out of control.
You leaned closer, getting deeper inside the closet, hoping that it will bring you more security.
A moment later, loud noises can be heard outside the door, and more chaos.
"Mr., you're safe now, we are police officers, please open the door."
You slowly walked towards the door and timidly opened it.
The officer sighed. "Why is this always happening to you..." he mumbled.
You looked towards the chaos below the apartment.
Your lover... is getting tied up by the officers and him getting more and more out of control.
He kept on shouting your name.
The police officer looked at you and sighed.
"Please come with me..." Before he finished, you said, "can I just come with you later... I... I'm scared, I don't want..." you trembled.
The police officer agreed.
In normal cases, you should come, but he just let you go.
"Don't be scared, your uncle— the deputy chief will take care of this," he said, patting you on the back.
You just nodded while trembling and went inside after he's gone.
After you closed the door.
All the emotions, the terror disappeared.
Leaving nothing.
You slowly walked inside, calmly.
As if all that mess earlier had nothing to do with you.
You slowly took the medicine pills on the corner of the table and the diffuser on top of your coffee table.
Pulled out the locked box from under your bed, opened it, and shoved the medicine and diffuser inside, locked it before putting it back where it came from.
...
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
"No, it's not," you smiled.