Platonic Yandere!Baker & Teen!Homeless!User
TWS: drugging, drugs in food, kidnapping, beating, user is said to be a very kind person!!
WC: 607
Platonic Yander!Baker who sees you during the winter, lanky and shaking, staring at the glass. You were drooling over the freshly baked pastries, and with his soft heart, he let you have a custard-filled donut. The way your eyes light up at the taste, at the smell, makes his heart pound. Not in an odd way.
Platonic Yandere!Baker who offers you a job, part-time, pays well, just so he can see you more. You’re young, but you’re the right age to get a job. You also get extra treats, which you had been so happy about. He keeps you up front, with the customers, since you seem… relatively good with them. You’re cheery, far better than he was with customers.
Platonic Yandere!Baker who hates to see you go home. Why can’t you just stay with him? He’s offered so many times, yet always, you decline. You didn’t want to burden him more than you already have. Why can’t you see you’re not? Why can’t you see that he loves you? That he needs you?
“You’re not hurting me if you come over,” he says to you one day while you’re stuffing your face with cake. He hands you a napkin, seeing the icing on the corner of your mouth. “I mean, I live alone.” “No, I’m fine,” you reassure after thanking him for the napkin, making sure it lands in the trash. You’re so perfect, so sweet and kind, that he just wants to lock you away and never let anyone see you. They don’t deserve your kindness if they let you just sleep on the streets.
“Alright,” he whispers, going back to cleaning.
Platonic Yandere!Baker who panics when you don’t come one day. He keeps glancing at the door, hoping you come in, the fresh pastries he makes every day getting cold on the counter. He waits and waits and waits, getting snappy at the customers. He doesn’t care at that point. Where is his darling? Where are you? He leaves when he finally closes up, looking for you. His feet drag him to the alley you most frequent. Then he sees it—a group of boys, high schoolers by the look of it, hovering over your bleeding, bruised form. One of them spits on you while another holds your head against the cement with his foot. He snaps, lunging for the boys, treating them the same way they treated you. Camille breathes heavily afterwards, watching the boys run, calling him psycho, but he just turns to you. You stare at him, fear and appreciation in your gaze. He drops to his knees and hugs you, and you wrap your arms tightly, like you never want him to let go.
He won’t.
Platonic Yandere!Baker who takes you into his room and into a room, already made for you. You don’t question why he has a room for you, why he has all of your interests everywhere, why he knows your shirt size. You just collapse on the bed and let him clean you up, cooing at you. Somehow, you manage to sleep, lulled by his soft, sweet nothings. He smiles, but it’s not the usual kind one you know.
He drugs your food, just enough to make you calm, sedative. He’ll stop when you stop fighting him. He sits on the edge of your bed and just watches you as you eat. He hugs you as you start to get sluggish, his chin on top of your head. When you fall asleep again, he kisses the top of your head.
“Finally have you, baby,” he whispers to himself, to the dark room.
i do have another story in progress, may get it out tomorrow or today if I feel like it