Sweet Like Candy (Yandere! Graves x Female Reader fic.) (Chapter Two)
Authors Notes- Here I m back again with yet another chapter to Sweet Like Candy. Sorry it's been a hot minute. Work as left me drained. But here I am back again. And as you should know I like to mention any trigger warnings in my authors notes. So this chapter will feature stalking, more obsessive behavior. If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part way but I'll remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter two. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Two.
"Hey, Y/N. You got plans tonight?" Your friend, Gloria spoke. Jerking you from your thoughts as you worked on getting your customer the non-fat latte she asked for.
"Well..." You chewed on the inside of your cheek, racking your brain for anything you needed to do when you got off work. Aside from homework there was nothing you could really think of. "Aside from homework not really, why?"
Gloria turned away from the sink grabbing a piece of paper towel to dry her hands off with. "Well, you've been on edge for the last week or so since you moved into your apartment so I figured since me and the others are going for drinks tonight I'd invite you. You look like you can use a couple."
Gloria had a point. It had been weeks since you first started feeling like you were being watched at your home, and thankfully that feeling seemed to go away once you bought some curtains for your windows. Which helped you a lot. And you thought that would be the end of it. But lately it seemed like now there were times you were being watched outside of your apartment. You constantly told yourself that you were being paranoid, but that only did so much. Could someone be watching you? And why?
"Y/N?" Gloria called out, jerking your from your thoughts, an eyebrow arched as she waited for your answer. Perhaps a night out with friends would help you relax.
"Sure," you said, with a shrug of your shoulder, as you handed your customer her drink. "I could use a break."
Gloria smiled before turning to address the next customer. While you looked around the store, seeing that things were rather slow, looking to Gloria once more before telling her that you were taking your break. Gloria nodded before you took off your apron and headed for the backroom. Heading to your locker you pulled out your text book and water bottle before plopping down into one of the chairs.
Heaving a sigh you opened you textbook and tried your best to focus on the stuff before you. You had a test coming up in a few days and you really needed to focus...Easier said than done as your phone chimed catching your attention. Looking to where your phone sat you picked it up. Seeing that it was a text from Gloria.
It Read: "Hey girl, that hot older guy is back."
As you read that you feel your cheeks flush. Knowing that the hot older guy she was referring to was the older man who seemed to constantly come here, and while you told yourself countless times that he was only here for the coffee, and to have a quiet place to read through his files in peace. But there was a little sliver of hope forming in your chest whenever he stepped through the doors that he came to see you. You knew it was silly you knew there was no way a guy like him would ever being interested in you.
Getting up from your seat you peeked out the door. Your heart fluttering as you saw the man walk up the counter. Your cheeks heating up as he did so, you watched as he looked around the small cafe, blue eyes obscured by sunglasses only a few a moment before he took them off and tucked them into his shirt pocket, as he ordered his usual a black coffee with two sugars. Typical as you watched him take his usual seat you wondered if he ever ordered any thing else? How could he stomach that stuff? You grimaced Gloria often brewed the coffee in the mornings or whenever she could, and her coffee tended to be rather strong.
Strong enough to keep you and anyone else wired for days, perhaps that was why the man, whose name you never got, not because you didn't care it was just that whenever he came into the cafe you turned into a shy giggling school girl who would blush and giggle every time he spoke. Or when he smiled at you and called you such names such as Sugar, Honey, and Darlin' Sure, if it was anyone else you would have rolled your eyes and offered the faintest of smiles as you worked on their orders but he seemed... Oh, you couldn't put your finger on it but he was just so...hot!
Your phone pinged again. Ducking back into the breakroom you looked down at your phone. Another text from Gloria, how she could test and work without anyone knowing what she was doing was beyond you.
"Would you quit lurking in the shadows?" It read. "It's creepy. Also your break is over and the next wave of hipsters is coming in."
You sighed. Breaks never lasted long. And you hadn't gotten any studying done. Giving your head a shake you placed your belongings back in your locker before heading back out. And was greeted by the stranger. His eyes immediately fixing on you, a bright smile on his handsome face. You heart fluttering again before you turned you attention to the never-ending line of hipsters and busy business men alike. All the while the mans eyes never left yours as he sipped his coffee.
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There you were! Graves felt his heart skip a beat as you stepped out of what he could only guess was the breakroom a bright smile on your beautiful face. Good. He had hoped he would have a chance to see you as he sipped coffee and tried to looked scanning through various files. And sure, he really should be working but like every other time he had come here he found his eyes glued on you. Watching as you dealt with customers with a bright smile and a warm greeting before telling them to have a wonderful as you handed them their drinks.
Or that was how it was before some shmuck barged in front of everyone else, ignoring the protests of other patrons as he slammed his drink down, anger etched on his face as he glared at you. Files forgotten as he watched as his asshole berate you on how you had messed u[p his drink. How, apparently you had added milk to his drink, how he was lactose intolerant, and how you were clear to stupid to do your job properly. And there you were trying you very best to placate him, to offer him a free drink for your mistake.
Though that didn't seem to help as the man continued to shout and swear at you. Graves rolled his eyes, placing his coffee and his files down as he got to his feet. Was a messed up drink really worth all of this bullshit?! He just couldn't understand people as he moved to confront the man. Only to stop and watch as you slammed both hands down on the counter, gone was the warm smile and instead you glared at the man with narrowed eyes.
Graves watched in awe as you ripped this guy a new one, a smile forming on his lips as he watched him limp away with his tail between his legs as you heaved a sigh. Shoulders slump, a wave of pity washing through Graves as you moved away from the counter, pity soon turned to anger. You shouldn't have to deal with that, with people who think that they had a right to treat to like that? And if it wasn't assholes who treated you like dogshit it was the creeps. Assholes who thought that just because your job required you to be nice most of the time that it gave them the right to be creeps.
You deserved better. Better than this. Sure, he liked this cute little cafe you worked. But he knew you no doubt made peanuts, barely enough to make rent and keep yourself fed as well. He would know. When he followed you to the little grocery store where you shopped frequently, saw you pass on some of the things you wanted and needed. No doubt trying to budget, you shouldn't have to to that, you shouldn't have to worry about making your rent, or school payments, or being able to feed yourself, or clothe yourself. How Graves wanted to take all those worries from you and he spent all his time watching you, following you, obsessing over you. Watching as you went about your day.
Did you even know he was there? Do you ever catch him watching you? What would you think if he did? Would you think him creepy? Would you still smile at him the way you did if you knew how often he watched you? God, Graves shook his head as he sat back down, files and coffee long forgotten as he gathered up his belongings. He didn't know when things between you two had changed but Graves found himself growing more and more obsessed with you. And if he was being honest? He couldn't bring himself to care. Graves knew it wouldn't, couldn't stop even if he tried. And if he was being honest? He was certain the only way he was going to stop was when you were his.
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Today. Was. Insane. You huffed a tired sigh as you plopped down in a chair as your shift came to an end. Exhaustion gripped you as you left your head fall back, eyes falling closed. Today had been never-ending one customer after another until closing time.
"You okay?" Gloria asked.
Yawning you nodded.
"You still up for drinks?" Gloria asked.
"Yeah, after today I really could use a drink." You told her, as you reluctantly got up and moved to your locker, gathering your things. "I just need to stop at home, need to get out of these clothes." You told her.
"Want me to give you a ride?" Gloria asked. "The bar we're going to is past your apartment anyways."
Nodding you gather your stuff and follow Gloria out of the breakroom, and out of the cafe, turning off the lights as you did so before making sure the door was locked as well. Before heading towards Gloria's car, casting a look over your shoulder, eyes scanning the darkened parking lot. What were you looking for? Giving your head a shake you shoved that thought from your head and got into the car, stifling another yawn as Gloria pulled out of the parking lot. A drink or ever several would certainly help.
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Now where were you going? Graves thought, as he sat in his truck in his usual spot outside your apartment as you stepped out of a car. Was it the car of your coworker? Graves arched an eyebrow as he watched you disappear into your apartment, and while he had been upset when you had purchased some curtains, obscuring you from view he had found away past that. Hence why he was lurking outside your apartment he had the perfect thing to help him keep and eye on you. Something far better than lurking outside your apartment hoping to catch a glimpse of you in your apartment, oblivious to him as you would pace around your apartment in your fluffy pink towel wrapped around yourself.
Graves chuckled as he peered up at your window, catching a glimpse of your silhouette as you moved around your apartment. Were you and your friend going out? If that was the case then this was perfect timing on his part. Watching as you stepped out of your apartment wearing a black dress that to him seemed just a tad too short for someone like you, along with the heels that seemed a little too thin. Just where were you two going? And were you wearing make up?! Graves' eyes narrowed as he looked you over. And as he did he felt anger stirring in his belly. Where did you think you were going?
Graves growled, his grip tightening on his steering wheel as you climbed into your friends car, watching as the car pulled away. Wasting no time he climbed out of his car and headed towards your apartment. Looking over his shoulder he disappeared into the building, and headed to your room and made quick work on the lock before stepping into your apartment. And the moment he did he instantly fell his anger dissipate as his scanned your apartment.
Noting the plain white walls, and the pale pink curtains hanging in your windows. To the pictures hanging on the walls of you and your friends and family. Some of them featuring you with a small Boston terrier dog hugged tightly to your chest, a wide, loving smile on your face. Graves heart fluttered as he continued to look at them, his smile faltering as he saw more pictures of that same dog, though this one seemed to be a memorial to said dog. Shame. You seemed to really love the little pooch. Continuing to look at the pictures he saw one he liked one of you in nothing but a bikini smiling at whoever was taking the picture. You didn't have a boyfriend, did you? If not well Graves couldn't have that he if that was the case he would do everything to make them disappear for good. Biting down on his bottom lip he slipped the picture from the frame and tucked it into his pocket for his viewing pleasure later.
Turning away from the pictures he continued to look around your apartment. Taking in the worn couch you obviously bought second hand at some place, to the small TV leaning against the wall, to the shelves of various sizes leaning against the wall next to the couch, filled with both textbooks for your classes and...oh my... Graves smirked as he pulled one of the smutty romance novels from the closest shelf. Obviously you liked the steamy stuff. Graves flipped through the dog-eared pages, before placing it back on the shelf. He was wasting time he had come here for a purpose, but he couldn't help but be charmed by your little hovel of an apartment.
It was you. But he could give you more. He could give you the world if you wanted. Sure, you didn't know he existed aside from his constant visits to the cafe you worked at. You would one day, one day you would be his. Nodding to himself he stepped into your bedroom, and smiled as he looked around the small room, seeing the bed with light pink covers and pillows. Obviously pink was your favorite color if he had to guess simply by seeing your curtains, bedding, towel that lay discarded on your floor by your bed. And....oh hello it would seem it wasn't the only thing you own that was pink, as sitting on the nightstand by your bed lay a cute pink vibrator.
Looks like you didn't have anyone to take care of your needs, good it would mean when you were finally his he would be able to take care of you. But he was getting out of hand, he was here for a purpose and while he knew you would probably be out for a while be knew he shouldn't stay longer than need be. Placing the bag he had brought with him he pulled out a small, nearly invisible camera, one of several he had purchased when he had planned this. Biting down on his bottom lip he placed it on the wall where he knew he would be able to see everything you did in your bedroom. Once he was satisfied with where he placed that one he moved back to your living room, placing a camera in there before finally moving to your bathroom, flipping on the light he looked around it, before placing a camera in your shower.
Satisfied with his work Graves moved towards your front door, but stopped...He wasn't ready to leave, at least not yet, not without a little souvenir. Moving to your bedroom once more he looked to where your clothes hamper was, opening it he dug into the pile of dirty laundry until he pulled out a pair of lace panties in a powder blue. Quickly stuffing them into his back pocket he headed for your door, and down to his truck. It was time he headed home...
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Authors Notes-Sorry this chapter seems rather long-winded and rambly. But I hope you enjoyed it. And things will get a bit more steamier in the last chapter.
PS. Also sorry for any mistakes you might find in this chapter. Like I said work has me burnt out.
