Platonic yandere Sheriff and Teen Reader
CW: Loss of parents, kidnapping (kind off?), car crashes, death, stalking.
Reader is Gender Neutral in this!
Sheriff Moore : Who has seen it all from drug lords to serial killers. Nothing shocked him anymore. With a reputation for being as tough as old boots he moves through crime scenes like air. He never married. Said it was too dangerous. But his heart stirres when kids hand him messy crayon drawings of him saving the day. His paternal instincts preeing at those wide eyes full of wonder and hope.
Sheriff Moore: When his captain offered him a quieter post in a small town in the deep south he was inclined to take it. Fewer bodies, more homely home baked goods and book clubs- he smirked at the name of the town when he received his position, the same town he had grown up in as a boy. He bought a house with a wraparound porch and acres of space. A far cry from the shoebox apartment he’d left behind in the city (the one where he’d arrested his landlord for drug dealing).
Sheriff Moore: On his first day, townsfolk descended on him with pies, kind words and gratitude. He smiled modestly, nodding and tipping his hat and told them the same thing every time: “Just here to do my duty.”
Teen Reader: you were sixteen and running on fumes Your parents had died when you were ten. Car crash. Drunk driver. You buried them in silence. You were smart, resourceful, the kind of person that watched the room knowing what to say and do to ward off nosey neighbours. The house was paid off, your parents had savings, and you could keep the lights on if you budgeted hard enough.
Teen Reader: Who worked evenings at the diner and sometimes weekends at a cafe the manager giving you left over food and produce that was going out of date. You sold old toys and clothes when it got tight. You smiled at teachers. Told them your parents traveled for work. Your “aunt” checked in occasionally, you claimed.
Teen Reader : You were like water, changing faces and attitudes as soon as you interacted with anyone acting like everything in your life hadn’t changed, that you didn’t hold your knees at night and sob like a child. But, you were social enough to avoid suspicion. You played trumpet in the school band and were in the debate team- keeping up the appearance you already had.
Sheriff Moore: Who walks into your cafe, his badge catching the afternoon autumn light- he watches your hands quiver as you serve him his coffee, it splashes over the edges and scalds your hands making you whimper, he is quick to grab a napkin and dab your hands dry with a tenderness you have long forgotten.
Sheriff Moore : Who Later that evening, overhears two women gossiping on a restaurant patio. They mentioned you, your name rolling off their tongue with ease, you are a common subject apparently, they discuss how your parents never seemed to be around. How thin you looked. How strange it was that no one ever saw your home lights on past sundown.
Sheriff Moore: who leans in interested in the conversation and encourages the women to keep talking- letting them lay out every little detail about you like it’s a public inquiry. Sheriff Moore takes all this information in hungrily, his paternal instincts itching as he watches you clean tables and pour water, taking every little detail in- the way your eyes dart around, how you lick your lips nervously. everything.
Sheriff Moore : who does some digging after his shift and is very quick to dismantle the web of lies you have spun, your parents were deceased, there was no guardianship paperwork or active custody case- you had slipped through the cracks and been able to avoid the social workers- A scared little kid trying to play grownup in a world that would tear you apart
Sheriff Moore : Who, when he gets home, reports his findings to Child Protective services with a smirk on his lips, you’ve been smart and careful but it hasn't been enough- they open an investigation, a social worker came to your school and asked to speak to you privately watching as you lied through your teeth, you said your aunt was taking care of you but was out shopping and had missed the worker. After school he waves at you but you simply glare at him
Teen Reader : A week later a letter is pushed through your door you were being assigned a guardian- the emergency guardianship paperwork filled, Moore's neat signature underneath- you felt your blood boil furious at the man for doing this, he had no business in your life- could’t he see you were doing fine? Why couldn't he leave you alone?
Teen Reader : Who sits before a tired judge in your nicest outfit (The only shirt and jeans not stained) the room smelling like coffee and ink- the chair is stiff and Moore sits across from you with a file thick with evidence, your parents death certificates, bills in your name and statements from concerned neighbours and friends. The court provided a lawyer to argue for temporary foster care, you argue to be left alone. The judge looked between you and Moore before bringing down the metaphorical cage on your life “You have done your best, I will give you that (Y/N) but you need a legal guardian, Moores has passed all the tests with flying colour- you stay with him” and with a finale bang of the gavel sentences you to your imprisonment.
Teen Reader : Who cries and begs the judge to reconsider but Moore simply takes your arm gently and leads you towards his car, placing you in the back, his face is stoic as he says “your room is ready, you've got clothes and books” you watch as he slips into the front seat wanting nothing more than to strangle him “you will learn what it's like to be taken care of again, to have a full fridge and not survive on scraps- I’m here now”
Sheriff Moore: Who doesn’t boast when people turn up to the door with gifts and treats packed in pink gift bags with “it's a girl!” on the front, a "joke between parents" someone laughs- Moore who feels his chest swell when someone asks about you “how is your kiddo?” The Butcher asks while packing two stakes in paper “They’re a fighter!” he replied with a laugh, someone stopping him on the way home to give him another gift.
Teen Reader who hates Moore, locking themself in their room until dinner, refusing to speak to him or anyone who calls the house- you feel trapped, like a bird with it's wings cut. Moore's forced you to quit your jobs arguing you needed your weekends to relax and be social with your friends.
Sheriff Moore : Who looks at you with tenderness and love
Teen Reader : who stares back with murderous intent.
I have been wanting to do Platonic Yandere stuff for ages and this is my first post, I hope you all enjoy please leave feedback (but be nice please, or I will cry)-🍏