content: gender neutral reader, Reader is the kidnapper, parody, Patreon request
Your first kidnapping attempt went much better than expected. In fact, it was suspiciously easy. You glance at your victim with furrowed brows, then ask again:
“Say, are you really sure you’re here against your will?”
Lazy!Yandere nods fervently, trying his best to hold back a yawn. He’s curled up into your sheets, cheek rested against your pillow, dreamily taking in your scent.
“I’m no match against you,” he says softly. “No matter how much I fight back, it’s all…pointless…”
He’s dozed off. You watch as his breathing relaxes, chest moving up and down in peaceful monotony. Regardless of how you look at it, this simply isn’t the face of someone held hostage. Where’s the fear? Where are the desperate pleads to be set free? When you rightfully pointed it out to him – how bizarre this entire situation is – he began a weak theatric play of being chased.
“I’m not afraid to use this knife,” he threatened at the time.
“Which one? You’re just pointing at your knife block,” you groaned in exasperation.
“You’d be surprised how quickly I could snatch one and end your life,” he pressed, almost convincing you, “but I don’t want to go to jail. Keep this in mind, it’s the only reason I’m holding back.”
You swiftly handcuffed him, then shoved him in the backseat of your car. He fell asleep within seconds. Ever since the kidnapping, he’s been acting like you brought him to a resort; asking what’s for lunch, when you’re coming home, and demanding to know why he can’t cuddle you while you work. You’re beginning to wonder who’s the unlucky one in this equation, given he’s stuck to you every moment spent together.
“Listen, I don’t think this is working,” you finally confess. “You can leave.”
For the first time, he stands up, his expression alert and fully awake.
“Is it because I forgot to fold the laundry this morning? Or am I not desperate enough?”
He stumbles out of bed and speedily makes his way to the entrance door, rattling the keys. Help! He meekly whispers, placing a hand over the wooden surface.
“It’s unlocked,” you tell him.
He continues to fiddle with the handle for a couple of seconds. You walk over and open the door for him. He sighs deeply.
“You’re not helping me out here,” he reproaches. “Can’t we just live together? I thought we had a nice arrangement.”
“I have friends over sometimes,” you retort, avoiding his begging stare.
“You don’t. I’ve been stalking you before all of this,” he declares proudly.
Your eyes widen for a moment. He’d been watching you? Even before the abduction? Your cheeks involuntarily flush, and you twirl a strand of your hair. Maybe he’s not so bad, after all. He does lend a hand around the house. And he treats you well.
“I suppose you could stay,” you say, pretending to be thoughtful. “Can’t be helped. You’re just that clueless, huh?”
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