Iâve put together all of Colin and Penelopeâs scenes from all 4 seasons.
⥠There are 7 separate videos. (1080p)
⥠The total runtime is around 7.5 hours.
⥠I also included scenes where theyâre in the background. If they were too blurry or only visible for a split second, I didnât add some of them. But I included almost everything.
⥠I brightened the sex and kissing scenes.
⥠I slightly slowed down some very fast moments in s4.
⥠In certain parts, I zoomed in on them.
⥠In crowded scenes, if Polin were consistently visible, I kept the full scene. But if they only appeared briefly on camera, I edited out the other charactersâ moments.
(The quality might appear lower on Drive, but downloading it will probably give you the original 1080p.)
I want you to like this post if youâre going to watch them, because if no oneâs interested, Iâll delete them from Drive so they donât take up space cuz it's not my account lol.
There are just a couple of tiny 1â2 second mistakes - like the screen flipping twice-please ignore them! Recording took so long, I didnât notice. Iâm so tired lol
You see a really weird "job" post online, and the money seems too good to be true. But you aren't really in a position where you can turn it down...
You hope it doesn't get weird.
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It was a very⌠concerning âjobâ posting.
But desperate times, and all that.Â
It had shown up about a week ago, and it wasnât hard to see why no one had taken the poster up on it as of yet.Â
Bedmate Needed
â 11 pm to 6 am
â $25/hour up front
â Riverside Motel
â Room 44
â Not a sex thing
The last note seemed tacked on in a later edit, but it was still⌠not great.
Youâd have to be either a gullible idiot or a desperate one to go for a job like this. Unfortunately, you were the latter. Very much so.
You couldnât take another night on the street. It was getting so cold out. The promise of a warm bed was almost enough to lure you in on its own. But the money⌠175 bucks just to sleep in the same bed as some internet creep?
Despite the clarification in the post, this had to be a sex thing, right?
You hadnât gone that far, despite everything. Itâs not like you hadnât considered it⌠but the thought was too terrifying. Making yourself completely vulnerable to a stranger that could just decide you were less than a person and do whatever they wanted to you? You had to draw the line somewhere.
But at this point, you werenât sure that there was a line you werenât willing to cross anymore.Â
. . .
The Motel wasnât the seediest youâd ever seen around town but it wasnât a place you wouldâve voluntarily stayed at even two months ago. Back when you had options.Â
Creepy post guy opened the door after a couple of knocks, with an awkward, pregnant pause between them. He wasnât quite what you expected for an internet creep, but he was still a sight to see.
Really bad posture and dark, greasy-looking hair, with the darkest circles under his eyes youâd ever seen. He looked like he was about to pass out at any second, but he held it together long enough to gesture you into the room.Â
âHeyâŚâ His voice was low but he sounded nervous. And so, so tired. âYouâre⌠Youâre a little early. ThatâsâŚthatâs fine. Uh, come in.â
You felt his eyes on you as you passed him, and it didnât help your anxiousness. Not one bit.Â
âHey so, I-I reallyâŚI uh, need a shower.â He stumbled over his words with a breathy, nervous laugh. âUnless you wanna sleep next to a⌠fuckinâ sweaty mess all night. Do you wanna go first orâŚ?â
You mustâve looked nervous because his eyes went wider, digging into his pocket.
âI wasnât tryinâ to⌠Oh, uhâŚhere.â He nodded, pressing the money into your hand. âUp front, just⌠just like I said. You justâŚjust seemed like you maybe sorta needed one too.â
Some part of you mustâve still had an ounce of pride left because your whole body felt on fire with shame, embarrassment so consuming that you froze up. It had been a couple of daysâŚ
He just looked away, seeming like he was embarrassed himself.Â
âI w-wasnât gonna like⌠try to join you or peep on you or nothinâ!â He tried to assure you, eyes darting in a panic and talking a bit too fast. âIf I, like, go first? I wonât get mad if you change your mind and leave⌠I get it. Iâm not gonna like⌠go after you or call the cops or nothinâ like that. I justâŚâ
He stared at the floor, nails digging into his arm as he seemed like he was having trouble breathing.
âI really⌠I really need this.â He was so quiet, but his voice was so desperate.
You couldnât really be considering this, could you?
He seemed more like a weird, awkward, sad guy than a real danger or some kind of pervert.
And you really did need a hot shower.Â
It seemed like a safer bet to have him go first, if you were really going through with this. And it would give you a chance to look around the room for a spot to tuck away your pocket knife, just in case.
When he was in the shower, you did just that. The spot between the mattress and bed frame would be easy to grab at if things got hinky.
If things got all touchy-feely, as you suspected they would, him finding that on you or leaving it in your pocket when your clothes got tossed wherever would be really inconvenient.Â
Steam rolled out of the bathroom when he stepped out, shirtless but with sweatpants and a towel around his neck. He was thin, almost alarmingly so, but you could still see muscle, enough to pose a problem should he decide to overpower you.
This was your last chance to back out, before youâd be vulnerable to this odd stranger.
But even if you left, the money wouldnât last long, and itâs not like you had any other options.Â
You were so grateful that the motel tub wasnât disgusting, but you wouldâve gotten clean regardless. Two days worth of sweat and funk was washed away and it felt so heavenly⌠But it was hard to relax when you were trying to stay hyper alert of any noise that could be that man trying to get in or even eavesdrop.
ButâŚ
Nothing.Â
You finished your shower and brushed your teeth, doing everything you could to feel clean that a motel bathroom could provide. And there was no sign of the guy.Â
But you had to go back out there eventually. You supposed you could lock yourself in here and get a full nightâs sleep indoors, even if it was on the floor of a motel bathroom with your back against the door, but part of you just said âfuck itâ and warily peeked around the doorway into the bedroom.
The lights in the room were dim, but warm. He was sitting on the end of the bed, one knee tucked into his chest, staring at the tv as the bright colors of a nightly talk show reflected in his eyes, but something told you he wasnât really watching. His eyes met yours and you froze.
âItâs almost elevenâŚâ He mumbled, his head resting awkwardly on his shoulder. His hand ghosted over the spot on the bed next to him. â⌠Will... will you stay?â
So many thoughts raced through your head. What would happen if you laid down beside him? You could probably deal with sex⌠even if it felt a bit wrong. But if he wanted to hurt you?
Your brain reminded you:
What do you really have to lose?
When you told him you would stay, sitting next to him, you could see him relax. Just a bit.
âIf you still want to leave-â
But you cut him off, almost afraid he would talk you out of it after youâd made up your mind.
Avoiding his stare, you told him you had nowhere to go.
The bed was cold, it might take a bit to warm up with the two of you in it, but it was the least of your concerns at that moment.Â
âSo itâs...â Heâd spoken up so suddenly, you hoped he didnât see you flinch. He was staring at the ceiling, seeming just a tiny bit calmer. â... itâs fine if you just⌠lay there or h-hold onto me, or play on your phone or whatever, anything is fine. Just⌠just donât leave âtil morninâ. Okay?â
A worrying pause, but you told him you understood.
And that was that. He laid next to you unmoving for almost an hour before you had the nerve to move at all, shifting slowly to your side to face him.
His eyes were shut, his breathing even, but somehow you knew he was still awake. It was like he was trying to sleep but it just wasnât coming to him. He looked so worn down, like he could just keel over any second. It definitely made him less intimidating, but you werenât letting your guard down, no matter how much your body was screaming at you to just let go.
Despite your better judgement, you wondered if he really was being genuine about this not being a sex thing. It was a relief, sure, but it just raised more questions.
Why were you here?
. . .
Youâd stopped looking at the bedside clock a while ago. It had to have been hours by then.
Your anxiety and dread somehow felt quieter under the lull of impending sleep. Despite everything, your body was at least grateful for a warm bed and hot shower, and if you didnât sleep there now, you didnât know when youâd be able to sleep somewhere warm any time soon.Â
Every moment that ticked by, you felt your resolve slipping. Maybe it wouldnât be so bad, just to let go⌠This whole situation was weird, but you just wanted to sleep.
He hoped against everything that he would just fall asleep.
Just this once, he didnât want to have to follow through with it. But he was so damn tired. There was this ache behind his eyes that he could feel in his bones, his mind never stopped racingâŚÂ
He could feel your body heat in the bed next to him. You had either been very scared or very considerate, youâd only moved once since you laid down with him.Â
He hated that he had to do this. He felt sorry for you, he really did. But it was drowned out by the buzzing in the back of his brain. The constant whispers in his ear.Â
There had been so many before now, it was a miracle he hadnât gotten caught. But this was a huge, dangerous city. Everyone in it was just a blip to anyone paying attention.Â
He could feel their skin under his palms buzzing at the back of his brain. How their eyes stared into his, burning with betrayal, fear, helplessness. How he saw them fade away.
How it was the only thing that worked to let him finally sleep. The only thing that quieted the whispers, at least for a little bit.Â
Some booked it after getting the money. Some just showed up and straight-up robbed him. Some tried to leave in the middle of the night, thinking he was asleep. But if they stayed and fell asleep, that was that.
He told himself that he gave them all a chance.Â
If you managed to stay up all night, youâd be safe. But he really needed this⌠It was already day three, and heâd never made it past day five without completely losing it. Trying to fight this, it was too hard. The longer he stayed awake, trying to avoid what had to happen, the worse he felt. The louder the voice got. The deeper the ache in his bones. But the more often he did it, the easier it got. And that was worse in a different way.Â
It was wrong. He wasnât so deep in it that he couldnât see that. The morning after, he always hated himself and what he did.Â
But as the days went on, it would all creep back in. And doing it again felt less and less horrifying to him.Â
You were scared. He could tell. And you had every reason to be, he told himself. But it just meant it would take you longer to fall asleep.Â
He could wait all night. And if you made it the full seven hours, you werenât what he needed. Youâd be free from him, from this. Hopefully you wouldnât come back, no matter how badly you needed the money.
He wondered what you meant by having nowhere to go.
But he tried not to wonder too much. It would make this harder.Â
He could hear your breathing getting slower, your body relaxing into the bed. You wouldnât last much longer.Â
His eyes shot open when he felt you suddenly touch him, tucking your forehead into his shoulder. You werenât quite asleep, a cuddler? He almost laughed to himself when half-asleep you looked a bit frustrated, like it wasnât enough.
You muttered something about being cold, lazily scooting your body closer to him up the bed. He felt his breath catch when suddenly, his head was pulled to you, tucked into your chest as your arm circled him. He was suddenly the little spoon, but facing you. He could hear your heartbeat.Â
He wanted to say something, wake you up or wriggle free to make what he had to do easier on you when you fell asleep. He felt a hand in his hair, playing with it and idle gentle nails on his scalp.Â
It was⌠nice. Everything felt calm, the buzzing and horrible thoughts were still there but they were being drowned out by the warmth of your skin, the thump of your heart in his ear.
You were mumbling something. He held his breath, trying to hear.
You told him, or whoever you were dreaming about, maybe even no one at all, that he was okay. That he was safe.Â
He couldnât keep his eyes open. Something was different this time. He felt all his control slipping away, and for once, he wasnât scared.Â
You woke to a sunbeam across your face, and the strange man in your arms, sound asleep. According to your phone, it was 10 am. You were grateful for the extra hours in a warm bed, but would he be mad? Did he have somewhere to be?
You couldnât remember anything past drifting off next to him, but the two of you were tangled together, he seemed so comfortable.
Now that it was over, and your anxieties were much quieter, you really got a good look at the guy. He wasnât⌠unattractive, you supposed. He was all elbows and ribs but laying against your chest made him look so soft and harmless.Â
Wasnât the worst way youâd ever made 175 bucks.
You wondered if heâd shell out the extra 100, or if that would be pushing your luck.Â
Either way, it would be best to wake him up.
Gently scratching at his scalp, you told him it was getting late.
You watched as his eyes struggled to open, and for a few calm moments, he just laid against you. After a beat, he gasped and jolted up, head swiveling around the room in a panic.
âIâŚâ He seemed really out of it, almost scared. âI actuallyâŚâ
He stared at you, eyes wide. You told him it was ten in the morning, hoping everything was okay and if it wasnât, that he wouldnât take it out on you.
He grabbed you by the shoulders, and for a moment you were sure something bad was going to happen, but somehow, it was even worse.
He was crying.
Breaking down, sobbing hard as he just kept staring at you. Even with the odd night youâd just had, this was somehow the weirdest part.Â
Despite yourself, you asked him if he was okay. He pulled himself together and you were startled again when he touched your face, his thumb gently grazing your cheek. It was tender and sweet, and it was freaking you out a little. Just a tad.Â
âYou⌠It was youâŚâ
All you could think to ask was if you should get going, maybe trying to make it seem like you had someplace to be, or were at least trying to be considerate of his time. But it didnât seem like he was taking the hint.Â
He grabbed your hands in his, the sudden contact made you jump. He pulled them to his chest, he was too close. The way he was looking at youâŚ
âCan we⌠Can we do this again? Like tonight? Please?â He was practically begging, the look in his eyes changing. That nervous, achingly tired gaze was hopeful. And so warm.
âYou can have the room, if thatâs what you need!â he offered, maybe somehow having picked up on your current situation. âI can pay more too. Just p-pleaseâŚâ
He held your palm to his cheek, staring up at you.
a bit of a different one from me, but i kind of liked how it turned out
that feeling when your new yandere was totally gonna off you but you were just too comfy
he's never gonna let you go. you're the only thing keepin him from killing again, ya know?
i don't have a ton of yanderes that actually kill, as odd as that seems. but this guy is one of them
he's not supposed to be a huge commentary on any particular mental health conditions, i did a bit of "research" into psychosis induced insomnia (using that term VERY loosely), but like does he hear voices because he can't sleep, or can he not sleep because he hears voices? who can say? certainly not I, the dummy who made him
i wrote this one pretty much right after my last big deadline ended, but it got reworked a bit cause it just needed some tweaks:
the yandere started out as tired but crass, kind of a dick, and when he switched after that good night's sleep it felt off. It felt more interesting if he was a bit pathetic and creepy, it felt like less of a red flag for the reader to stick around
the reader was originally going to be a straight up s*x worker that got hired by the yandere for him to kill, but it didn't really feel like my place to make that commentary on violence against s*x workers or to more or less soften it with a yandere love interest. it just didn't feel right for something so unserious
but ive been having horrible writer's block lately, so i thought i'd finally put this one out. i need to read/play some yandere stuff and get inspired. let me know if you have any recommendations y'all âď¸
