Hi Rae!!! Your works are absolutely amazing!! I love them sm, they help me to sleep đđ
If youâre not busy, can I request a nearxreader where adult Near is yandere? đ€©
Anon⊠you have fueled the passionate flames of the need for a yandere and I love you for it. Also! Please be warned that this story contains unsettling content such as stalking, etc. Also it's ultra long because I didn't know how to pace myself so I had to cut it short ;;;
You knew this well. It was the way he placed your favorite drink or treat on your desk every morning. It was the way he never failed to praise you on something even you thought was miniscule and deserving no comment. It was the way he brushed past you and lightly touched your hand, feeling your warmth against his icy hands. It was the way he would look at you, and when you caught him, his gaze lingered for longer than it should before he turned away.
He loved you in other ways as well. When leaving work, he held onto your shirt, pleading you to stay longer silently. Though those same pleading eyes watched you as you left through the cameras. You could feel them following you home, a strange care to know you were safe. Though, you often would hear things in the middle of the night, one night was especially startling. Your eyes opened and you saw the ghost of a long silver strand of hair.
You jolted up immediately.
Your room felt stiff, the air was static and it made you shiver. There was no other noise but the hum of your air conditioning. That night you could barely sleep, staring up at the wall and counting each crack in the ceiling. You didnât feel relaxed.
The next day, Near was particularly nice to you.
He praised you relentlessly, gave you twice the amount of snacks and he even bought you flowers. His behavior was almost reminiscent of an apology. But you knew that was silly, he hadnât done anything to you, it was unwarranted.
âY/N,â he called you over, and you set your work down to meet him on the floor. âLetâs go to dinner.â
âI um,â you tried to rack your brain for anything else to do. âIâve gotââ
âI know youâre free. Thereâs no point in lying.â
Your breath caught in your throat. âWhy?â
Near brushed his hair out of his face, his eyes downcast.
âIâd like to treat you as a reward for all your hard work,â he said it monotonously, but you could hear the forced nature of it.
âIâm not finished with my work,â you massaged your temple, eyes tiredly gazing into the pile of work you set down.
âDonât worry, Iâll excuse you for the day.â He didnât let up, and was observing you from his peripheral intently.
âI donât know,â you said cautiously.
Near was silent for a moment, and you could see the gentle fall of his shoulders, letting out a small sigh. You didnât understand what his adamant attitude amounted to⊠Regardless, you didnât want to disappoint him, as your boss nor your friend.
You could almost see the smile from the back of his head.
Afterwards, Gevanni drove you both to a high-class Italian restaurant, an extremely popular and wildly expensive one. It was so out of the ordinary and quite out of character for Near, you almost believed he looked up the most popular dates.
âI did,â he replied matter-of-factly, knocking you out of your trance.
âOh,â your cheeks reddened at the thought you voiced aloud. âSorry, sorry.â
âDonât apologize,â he murmured, taking a seat. You sat across from him, though upon doing that Near scooted closer to you. You cleared your throat, feeling underdressed and out of place in such a place.
âSo, um, Near, you really didnât have to take me to such an expensive place. I wouldâve been fine with something simple.â
âItâs alright, I wanted to do something nice for you.â
He didnât eat a single thing. The entire meal, you had gone through your food and all he did was sit and watch you, each bite you took wasnât left unsupervised. It made you uncomfortable, having those watchful eyes observing your every move. After dinner, you were driven back to headquarters.
That night, you were plagued with the strange noises again. You refused to open your eyes, your heart frozen and petrified. Somehow you managed to convince yourself it was all in your head.
The next morning, Near confessed something you didnât think he would.
It was verbatim. You knew this already, you had said it to yourself in the mirror a long time ago when you first met him, and now he said it to you. You knew, and yet you didnât really understand why he would say it to you. Surely he already was aware you knew.
âNear?â You stirred the milk in your coffee, not daring to look at his corner.
âIf it pains you to know this, then I apologize.â
You knew he wasnât sorry. Near just didnât think like that. Every move he made was carefully calculated, none of them would make him need to apologize.
âIt doesnât pain me,â you set down your spoon and brought the cup to your lips. âBut I want to know why youâre telling me this.â
âWeâre together all the time,â he said softly. âIt would only be fair to let you know how I feel about you.â
âWeâre not together together.â
âDo you not want to be?â
The truth was you really liked him, his presence was most always comforting and you loved the careful ways he showed affection. His smile would light up your day, and honestly you couldnât say you werenât attracted to him physically either. At the same time however, some of the things he did felt off. The unrelenting stares, the way he knew your entire schedule, it all didnât sit right with you. But somehow you didnât mind it that muchâŠ
âItâs not that,â your hands came fidgeting at your sides. âI just donât think I could be with my boss.â
His silence made you think he would take that answer and never bring it up again, but he slowly rose from his spot and walked over to you, and you finally saw the nervous expression on his face. His cheeks were tinted, and his lower lip was folded below his upper. He walked until you were a few inches from him, and you could smell the subtle hint of pine, a trademark to his smell. You almost thought he would kiss you, but he didnât make such a bold move. No, he simply walked right past you.
The next night, you knew he was there. The scent of pine filled your nostrils, but you didnât want him to know you were awake. You kept your eyes shut tightly. There was the sound of only your steady breaths and shuffling. Then, you felt a weight on your bed. Mistakenly, you let out a yelp in surprise. You couldnât go back now.
You opened your eyes and saw him hovering over your bed, one foot frozen in place and wide eyes staring at you. You thought he wouldnât hurt you since he never had before, but you were starting to really doubt that.
âY/N,â he shut his eyes. âI can explain.â
âExplain,â you demanded.
âAt first I would make sure you got home safely, but one day you left your door unlocked⊠I was afraid somebody would hurt you if they saw the door. So I stayed.â
You tilted your head at him. âSo you stayed every night?â
âNo⊠The nights after were because I like watching you sleep.â
âAnd what were you about to do just now?â You growled, pulling the covers tight to your chest.
âI wanted to lay next to you,â he said it painstakingly, knowing the extent of his wrongdoings. He was only remorseful once he was caught.
âDo you realize how messed up this is?â
âYou love me,â he said. âIâm not your boss here, so I thought it would be okay to lay with you.â
You blinked multiple times, trying to register what he had just said to you. Okay, so he did know your feelings for him. But was this okay? It made sense, you hated to admit he was right but you couldnât bring up any argument. Besides, youâve wanted him to kiss you since he told you he loved you, so what was wrong with this? He showed his love this way, and you couldnât argue against it. After all, love is pure.
âNo,â you bit your lip. âYou can stay.â
Near bit back a smile, his cheeks tinted once more. He carefully crawled at your side, making sure not to touch you. Once he was laying, he pulled the sheets over himself, and stayed stiff as a board. You swallowed hard. Your face felt hot, and you were hyperaware of how close he was to you.
You turned, forcing yourself to fall asleep. The next morning, you groggily tore open your eyes, feeling how heavy your eye bags sat. You tried to move out of bed, but felt an arm around your waist.
Oh my God. Your boss was spooning you.
You carefully lifted his arm and slipped out of bed. After getting ready for work in the bathroom, you went back to your bedroom and your heart leapt in in your chest at his gaze. It was piercing.
âWho were you talking to?â
His question caught you so off guard, you only stared at him in return.
âOn your phone. Whoâs Natsu?â
You smiled a little bit, mainly because of how out of nowhere that was. Nevermind that he had gone through your phone. You didnât think he would care about that sort of thing.
âHeâs just an old college friend. Why, are you jealous?â You chuckled.
You met his eyes. They were wide, strangely seeping into your mind, suddenly making you feel your heart sink into your chest and twisting mercilessly. It wasnât funny. What was wrong with him?
âDonât talk to him anymore,â he twirled his long strand of hair.
âI donât understand why you need other friends. Donât you love me? Am I not enough for you?â
You⊠Kinda figured he didnât understand the concept of friendship. Or a romantic relationship. After all, he never really needed either.
"I have different friends for different things, it doesn't make our connection any less strong. Like..." You tapped your chin, trying to come up with something he could grasp. "I wouldn't be okay with Natsu crawling into bed with me."
"You said you loved him."
You winced. Did he really read every single message to him?
"That's platonic, Near," you felt a little annoyed you had to explain yourself like this. It felt like he didn't trust you from the get-go, which wasn't looking too good in the grand scheme of things.
"I just can't help but worry over you," his arm lifted to twirl the side strands of his hair. "You're precious to me."
You cleared your throat, shaking your head. "Near, if you really want to be with me, you're gonna have to trust me."
He didn't say a thing after that, and you headed off to work before him. The whole situation made your mind cloudy and all you wanted to do was drown yourself in your work. As you worked, you sang a soft song, feeling all your worries melting away. Near hadn't shown up yet, but in truth you didn't want to see him right now. His cluelessness popped up out of nowhere, and you needed a bit to see how you would approach it. Yes, you did want to be with Near, but maybe he wasn't ready yet.
With every single case he tackled, time drew shorter and shorter for Near, and each team member lost made time daunting. Every move he made was desperate, he didn't want to lose you and he didn't have the time to do things the right way. He did know how to properly court you. He just couldn't. Not with the danger his job posed. Not with the chance that while he was working, you might be snatched by another man. So that day, while his heart desperately pounded for you, he made an equally desperate decision.
The next week, a funeral was in place. The casket was empty, safe for a picture of Natsu with flowers and candles alongside it. You cried into Near's chest, trying to claw your heartbreak into him desperately. He didn't move from his spot, only gently caressing your hair and looking straight forward. Natsu's family gawked at the odd white haired man his college friend was crying into.
"Everything's going to be okay," Near whispered, planting a small kiss on your head.
"How can you say that?" You sobbed. "You didn't even know him."
Near grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back to look directly into your puffy tear ridden eyes.
"Things will be easier for you if you forget about him."
You broke down, falling to your knees with your hands covering your face. Near felt awful for making you cry, but what happened couldn't have been helped. It freed him from an obstacle keeping you away from him.
The way you mourned scared Near. You locked yourself in your room most days, barely ate anything and you rarely took a break from crying to stare at your phone, rereading your messages to him only to cry again. Calling Natsu to hear his voicemail was ingrained into your routine, and you would sometimes try to get a word in and act like you were having a conversation. The first few nights, Near didn't dare go into your room. He could hear your screams and the violent way you tried to cope. After a while, he finally went into your room and saw your sleeping face clearly, your cheeks still tearstained. He tucked an oily strand behind your ear. You hadn't showered in a while, but it hadn't grossed him out. Nothing you did could. All he wanted to do was help you. Mostly, he was scared of losing you. He did you a favor then, cleaning your room and leaving it spotless. He didn't stay that night.
Okay this is way longer than anticipated so I'm gonna have to cut it here... ;;; SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE IT THIS LONG I PROMISE... I also want to take a moment to say this isn't mean to be romanticized, nor sought after as a healthy relationship. Enjoy it as a messed up story, not as anything more :3