#Yandere ex

[abbyfmc]

Idea

A yandere ex is dumped by his girlfriend, (Y/n), because she caught him cheating. The yandere is quick to chase her around begging for forgiveness while she's heartbroken. He basically stalks her to the point that (Y/n) had to put restraining orders on him and change her city and number. Years later, he finds her about to marry her yandere fiancé (who is secretly MUCH more yandere than him) to whom (Y/n) gave her heart. The yandere fiancé knows about the yandere ex's existence, and constantly watches him; he mocks and rubs it in his face that (Y/n) will never be his to the point of secretly inviting him to the wedding and watching him mockingly and scornfully from the audience from the altar, after kissing his beloved.

[bluublu-blub]

yan! ex husband

yan! ex husband who just won't move on. It's been months since the two of you divorced and he still can't get his mind wrapped around the fact that you guys are not together anymore. It seems like everytime he turns, he sees you. He hallucinates a lot and tries to hug you but all he catches is air. 

yan! ex husband who will snap back to reality after realizing that he is alone in the house you both brought together. 

yan! ex husband who is slowly going insane. His memory is deteriorating bit by bit caused by stress, lack of sleep, and nonexistent eating habits. He does know you won't come back to him but he hopes so badly that you did.

yan! ex husband who doesn't remember when the divorce happened and the reason for your split. But he does know the reason why you left him. He just can't remember at all.

yan! ex husband who only remembers you crying a day before you filed divorce papers to him.

yan! ex husband who just stared blankly at you when you gave him the divorce papers, signing it and ignoring you. 

yan! ex husband who lets you go because he couldn't be bothered.

yan! ex husband who fucked up.

yan! ex husband who decided that living without you isn't a life he can live and decided to make sure you get back to him again. 

yan! ex husband who will do anything for you both to get back together. 

[droaxa]

✧ tags: yandere cheater x reader pt. 2

✧ warnings: violence and force, yandere behavior, descriptions of dismemberment, blood, stalking, police, nsfw content, kissing, angst, smut, breaking in, attempted murder, cuts, dead dove, probably more stuff

✧ a/n: my most requested fic at the moment! i decided to take some of your suggestions and add my own twist at the end + yandere name reveal!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

yandere cheater wrestles you into his car after he drags you outta the cafe you’re in, unyielding as you try to pull away. the second he shuts the door and jets to the drivers side, you force yourself out the door and sprint down the street.

you hear his yells as you increase your speed, you knew you wouldn’t be able to outrun him for long. not only was he more athletic than you, but a look back revealed his terrifying expression. he was clearly set on catching you, having the advantage in his relatively relaxed clothing opposed to you, who was dressed for a date.

knowing you couldn’t beat him you came to a sudden stop of to the side of the sidewalk and he rammed into your side. stumbling back a few steps you stopped him. eyes wide and hair blown back, he looks at you mildly surprised.

“wha-” you interrupt him this time, taking advantage of his surprise by slapping a hand over his mouth.

you bring on an expression that you think is intimidating, “leave me the fuck alone, i don’t know what the hell you want but i’m not taking you back”

he scoffs like he has you all figured out, taking your hand off his mouth to reveal a smirk underneath. “guess mother dear will find out about your… escapades then”

smack!

you slap him across the face sharply, sound reverberating around you and leaving a tinge of red on his cheek. his mouth gapes as he looks back at you even more surprised, what happened to the mild mannered girl who he had cheated on dated?

“release those anywhere and i will fuck up your life asshole” you fume, hand still in the air as if to threaten him for another slap. “you’re the one that decided to cheat on me with every girl we knew. fucking own up to it”

you were sick of his shit, who did he think he was? you huff out a quiet fuck off as you pass him, shoulder bumping against his. as soon as you rounded the corner you sprint to a nearby parked cab, slamming the door on your way in.

“to the university dorms please”

yandere cheater runs after you too late, rounding the corner as you take off in the cab. poor baby, you were still hung up on him cheating? he didn’t even really like those girls anyway, they weren’t good for anything except their bodies.

but you, you were it for him. he’d do anything to see your cute smile again, to see you whimper on his cock. he felt his swollen cheek, your anger may come in the way of him proving his love, but you’d understand in the end. how deep his love ran. all he had to do was prove was that those girls meant nothing.

two weeks had passed, two long peaceful weeks. your ex finally seemed to give up, the barrage of text messages and calls diminishing to radio silence and constant gifts at your doorstep suddenly stopping. maybe you were more intimidating than you thought.

the second you got home after the encounter, you had called your mother and explained everything. although she did yell at you for a solid hour due her disappointment in you sending out explicit photos of yourself, she understood your situation. after giving her instructions on blocking your ex if he tried to reach out to her you were finally at a peace of mind. at a zen. maybe you could turn a new leaf, you deserved it.

of course you had fucking jinxed it, just when you finally thought it was all over, your ex had tried to force himself back in your life again. deep down, you knew he wouldn’t give up that easy. he’d always be stubborn to a fault.

two weeks after the encounter a small navy present box appeared in from of your new dorm room door. still groggy with sleep you rubbed your eyes and picked up the box, bringing it inside. after contemplating for a minute, you finally decide to open it. in your sleep ridden state, you reasoned that it was probably something you’d left behind at your ex’s house.

it takes a minute to register the contents of the box, but when you do

“OH MY GOD”

you scream and stumble back.

two bloodshot green- brown eyes were pressed into the shiny white silk inside, the area around them a tinge of red. that alone could be passed off as a cruel prank by some immature students but the unmistakable metallic scent of blood lingering in the air said otherwise. that and the only other item in the plush silk: a silver bracelet with the initials ‘e.r’.

only one person you knew owned that bracelet and had those eyes, your ‘friend’ eva. but you had blocked and lost contact with her after you found her and your boyfriend together in the bathroom of the mall. there’s no way she would have just lost this bracelet either, you remembered her bragging about how it was permanent. being soldering together around her hand.

you were nauseous. oh god. you knew it was him, you just knew. sure you hated her but you didn’t want her to die. what the hell, what the fuck do you even do?

before you could think you grabbed your phone calling the only person you could think of.

“can you come over quick, please?”

20 minutes later a dark haired man rushed in through your front door, spotting you curled up in the corner. your eyes wide and still staring at the open box.

“(y/n) what’s going on?” he asks softly, approaching you slowly. you just point to the box and he takes a peek, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth as his eyes shoot open “fucking hell…”

you turn to him, eyes teary “ray what do we do?”

ray was your one real friend through everything your ex put you through, and ironically your ex’s older brother. he was one that introduced you to your ex and thus he blamed himself for letting him hurt you, even though you’d reassured him that you didn’t find him at any fault.

he was reliable and kind, a shoulder to lean on when things got tough. you’d known him for almost two years longer than your ex and honestly if you didn’t meet your ex, the small crash you harbored for ray may have grown. after you met you ex you assumed that your feelings for ray had naturally died out but you couldn’t lie about the strange biting feeling in your chest whenever you saw him.

and even now he was talking care of you, taking you to the police station to talk to the police and turning in the bloody present. a few hours later you both were back in your dorm, sitting on the edge of your bed as you discussed the situation.

“look i really appreciate all this, you didn’t have to come with me to the station”

he smiles, “anytime (y/n), if it’s for you”

you smile back, face a little warm from his answer “that’s sweet”

he moves a little closer, your pinkies now you touching. “you’re sweeter, my asshole brother doesn’t know what he missed out on.” and you swear that you see his eyes flicker to your lips.

“really?” you ask coyly, leaning in slightly.

he nods slightly hesitant “if i had a girlfriend like you i wouldn’t dare disrespect her like that, i-i mean you’re thoughtful and pretty and-” he gets cut off as you lean up and press your lips to his. he immediately freezes up and you take his response as rejection, pulling away. fuck, he was obviously just being nice who even likes their brothers ex?

“i’m so sorry i though-” before you can finish apologizing ray’s lips smash onto yours, one of his hands in your hair to pull you closer and the other guiding your lips to his by your chin. in between heated kisses he mumbles,

“god i was waiting for so long,” a kiss.

“prettiest girl i’ve ever met” another heated kiss. his words of longing slur as he continues to kiss you, pulling you ever closer. his plush lips trail down your neck and to your stomach, slender hand playing at your waistband. his hooded eyes look up at you as his other hand wanders under your shirt. “can i?”

you give him a shy nod and he smiles, pulling down your pajama shorts to reveal white cotton panties. you cover your face with your arm out of embarrassment and he reaches out, keeping your arm down.

“wann’ see your pretty face, waited for it” you nod meekly and he flashes his dimples, continuing to pull down your panties and throw them somewhere behind him. your cute cunt, glistening with arousal was right in front of his face. fuck. gliding a finger up the slit, he watches as the slick from your pussy coats it. fuck.

an hour later he was in heaven, or at least you felt like it. buried deep inside your wet cunt as you moaned and squirmed under him

“ngh- fuck, so good fa’ me baby”

this was the stuff of wet dreams. he speeds up as he feels his orgasm approaching, praises and grunts slipping from his lips as he slams his hips against yours. soft skin against muscle, hot breath on your face from where he was above you. finally he pulls out with groan, wanting to stay buried in your warm. spurts of warm cum shoot up your stomach as he finally finishes.

ray collapses beside you, both of you sweaty and nude as you bathe in the afterglow. weakly, you smile at his tired form as you close your eyes, drifting to sleep in your warm bed.

bang!

you wake up with a start, wearing a shirt too big to be yours. must be ray’s. you look around the dim room and reach for ray, feeling nothing in the space next to your body. did ray… leave? that couldn’t be right. your bare feet hit the wood floor as you step towards your lamp and turn on the light. nothing.

you look around the bedroom and then head to the kitchen, turning the corner and switching on the light. immediately the kitchen floods with light and you gasp. the floor was tracked with blood, a trail leading from where you stood to your bathroom. was he hurt?! you cautiously approach the bathroom, a sharp metallic scent dominates your nose as push open the half open door.

“took a while to wake up didn’t you sleepyhead?”

your blood runs cold. it was your ex boyfriend. if the crazed grin in his face wasn’t unsettling enough the blood smearing on his cheek and splattered across his body sent alarms going off inside you. looking behind him you see the source of all the red.

ray. deep cuts run down his body, clothes shredded, and body half submerged in the now murky red water of the tub. on the tile floor next to him was your kitchen knife, covered in blood. without missing a beat you turned and sprinted to your bed stand, searching for your phone. there’s no way you would make it to the door in time, you needed to call the police and at least save ray.

haphazardly searching your bed and nightstand, you still can’t find your phone. where is it?

“oh lookin’ for your phone?” you turn to him. in his hand was the aforementioned object, light pink case looking uncharacteristically cute opposed to his blood-ridden form. “you’re a pretty deep sleeper hon, i mean i was rummaging around right next to you for this and you didn’t even hear”

“what are you doing raph?” you ask terrified, slowly inching away from him.

in response he approaches you, “what do you think? my girl runs off on me and the next time i see her she’s fucking my brother. you tryna make me jealous baby?” he leans in, expression seemingly amused but you knew better. he was pissed.

“and you’re wearing his shirt too” his large hand plays with the round collar of the tee, fingers ghosting over your collarbones.

“take it off”

eyes wide, you look up at him, “no i won-”

“take it off or he dies” raph’s face is dead serious, no traces of amusement left, stare burning into your face. “you want him to live right? i’ll call the police as long as you take it off”

you hesitate then slowly peel off ray’s shirt, letting it fall to the floor. raph had seen your body before right? it was a small price to pay for saving rays life. the action left you in only your cotton panties as you tried to preserve your modesty with your hands.

raph lets out a low whistle and steps forward, pulling you closer by the curve of your waist. chucking as you shiver due to his cold touch

“already forgot i feel baby? might needa reteach ya”

you look away from him, refusing to see the smug expression playing on his face.

at that moment you felt a wave of self hatred crash over you, why couldn’t you do anything about this? were you so weak that you couldn’t protect yourself, much less ray? but who were you kidding, you weren’t faster or stronger than raph. there’s no way you could get out of this situation with both of you alive without giving into raph.

raph places a rough hand at your jaw, forcing you to look at him. unlike his brother his touch was demanding and rash, the only purpose of it being to prove that you were still his silly girl. no matter how hard you tried to run away.

he coos at your troubled expression “where’s all that fire from before huh?” he grins at your submissive state, the one that he caused. “i’ll be nice, put your own clothes on. quick.”

was he playing with you? you take a look at ray’s shirt on the floor and then approach your closet under a guise of calmness, but a look at your shaking hands would disprove your confidence. putting on a bra, followed by a bottom and a top, then outer wear. anything to put more layers between you and him.

a look up at him reveals that he was already looking at you, probably to stop you from pulling another trick on him. he leans down to whisper in your ear but instead decides to press his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet smell. he mutters, face still in your hair “god i missed you” the sincere tone in his voice scared you the most.

he pulls away, expression distant and somewhat melancholy. “you know if you acted like a good girl from the beginning i wouldn’t have to do this”

before you can question him, his open right hand presses against your face, hard. the other hand supports your head to stop you from pulling away, body trapped. the bitter smell of something pressed on the tissue between your face and his hand floods your senses.

for the second time that night all your senses dull, and everything goes dark.

a/n: i know i know you guys wanted reader to get away from him! i just though this was more interesting then the reader getting back at raph and getting away with it. i like to make my yanderes stubborn loll. hope you liked the twist might write a part 3 ^^

[suiana]

(yandere! ex x gn! reader) (thought of this in the shower and thought it would be funny)

it had been five long dreadful days since you last talked to him.

five.

full.

days.

your ex boyfriend thought that it was finally time to break the silence and embrace your presence again. unfortunately, you had blocked him on all platforms and even got a restraining order on him. like, you've blocked him before but not a restraining order!

you even got all dramatic and said you wanted to break up!

...again.

he honestly thought it was a little cute. like aw... you wanted a break again! okay, because he loves you so much he'll give you another one! like you obviously meant break up as in separate for a bit then go back! like as always!

so... why haven't you contacted him at all?

he's itching and clawing at his walls just waiting for you to text him. but no, nothing. zero. absolute silence.

all the blocking and restraining orders weren't just to get his attention?

...

but he doesn't care haha! why should he care? you're just being a little dramatic again. this is how it's always been. he knows you just feel neglected, so of course you're just doing this for attention!

oh! he knows what to do!

that's right! he should show up with gifts and coddle you in kisses! like always!

that's why, he's patiently waiting for you to return back home... with tons of jewellery and cash laid on the ground. how did he get in, you ask? well obviously he has a spare key to your home! yeah yeah, he knows you haven't actually given him a new key and that you changed your lock two days ago but it was so painfully easy to just copy your key!

he couldn't just not make a copy, could he? you know he has to have access to you at all times! he gets antsy when he doesn't!

ah, your door is opening!

he grins happily, giggling excitedly as he sits by your couch, looking at the door in excitement.

"darling! i missed you!"

he moans, cheeks flushed as he stares at your stunned figure. however, his happiness gets replaced by worry as you slip on the money he laid down your hallway. oops... maybe he shouldn't have flooded your house in cash?

"darling! oh no... sre you alright?"

he pouts, immediately rushing to your side as he brushes the money away from your body. ah look at you! your face is all terrified... you must've been so so scared without him, weren't you?

"i promise I won't leave you again... just look at you!"

he mumbles, shaking his head disapprovingly as he picks you up and expertly maneuvers his way through your cash flooded apartment.

"what would you do without me?"

he sighs, cradling you to his chest as he sits on your couch and begins wiping away his faux tears with a wad of cash. that's right! what would you do without him? you were just so fragile and helpless! you'd suffer without his protection! he swears never to leave you alone again!

meanwhile, you were just silently smashing your head against the wall. god, your escape attempt failed again! maybe you should just escape to a foreign country next time. hm, maybe you should change your name to josh and alter your appearance too.

[misstycloud]

Yandere ex husband

TW: mention of childbirth, using children to manipulate.

Yandere ex husband who you met during the adolescent high school years. The two of you met through mutual friends and immediately hit it off. People even began joking you were destined for each other, which made both of you blush. It was inevitable he asked you out. One date became two and eventually turned into three.

Yandere ex husband who wondered if you’d be his girlfriend while nervously differing with his fingers and looking awkwardly to the side. You were overjoyed at the question and answered happily, yes. You and your boyfriend was thick as thieves, barely seen without the other after you became official.

Yandere ex husband that proposed romantically to you on your sixth anniversary on the private picnic you had planned. It wasn’t anything special but you loved it anyway. It was comfortable and intimate, which was everything you wished for. Your new fiancée cried tears along side you as you accepted his proposal and hugged you tightly, swearing to never leave you.

Yandere ex husband and you had your wedding, inviting your family and friends to the festivity. It wasn’t grand like those thousand dollar weddings you saw in movies or posted by the rich on the internet. That was something your husband regretted; not giving you the dream wedding. You however, we’re content with what you got. The only important thing was that your family could be there and the one you married was your high school sweetheart. You assured that to your husband, but you had a feeling it still lingered in his mind despite the smiles he gave you.

Yandere ex husband who got you pregnant not long after your marriage. The two of you panicked on the inside since none of you though it’d happen, you considered yourselves always pretty careful with those things. You hadn’t really had much talk about kids either, only coming to a silent agreement to talk more about it after you were married and when you felt mature enough to acknowledge the idea. But you’ll manage, you decided.

Yandere ex husband was very attentive to your needs during the pregnancy and would do anything you asked of him. The dishes needs doing? He’ll wash them! Your feet are sore? Your dear husband will gladly massage them for you! Too tired to cook? Don’t worry, he’ll make dinner or order take-out if you want! Nothing’s too big or too small for him as long as you get to rest.

Yandere ex husband who initially was very concerned about how to proceed when your pregnancy was confirmed. What the hell were you supposed to do now? Will you be good parents? Will the money be enough for the three of you? Gosh, there’s so much to think about. It’s an endless ocean of things to prepare. Though, as time passed and you became bigger, his worries began to lessen. You were so cute with that bump on your stomach! It’ll all be just fine.

Yandere ex husband and you were so in love when your son was born. He looked very much like his father, sharing the same nose and hair. As you had to regain some energy after the birth, your husband looked after the baby. And all he could do those hours was watch him sleep soundly in his arms, the purest little being in the world. Finally, his broken world was complete with you and his son close to him.

Yandere ex husband who didn’t know exactly when it started happening, the fights and the bickering. It was somewhere after your son had been born. The same tall strain parenthood had taken made you both constantly exhausted. No longer had you time for yourself. It was only small things at first, and then it turned worse; something as little as spilling something coudl set the other off. Your household had transformed from a loving comfort to a stiff bomb ready to go off any minute.

Yandere ex husband and you ultimately made the decision to part ways. You were sure of your decision although he was still unsure, he still loves you after all and wanted to be around your son as much as possible. But then he realises some distance might be good for you and agreed to leave temporarily for a while, until you can go back to normal again. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. You mind was settled and would waver no matter how he attempted to change your mind. You don’t need a divorce, what nonsense! You only needed a little space, that’s all.

Yandere ex husband who finally relented to your wishes and signed the divorce papers, almost tearing the sheet apart due to the force extracted through the pen. It was a big mistake. Without you, there was no ligh in his world. You made him whole. Yes, he got to see his son, but it wasn’t the same as before. This wasn’t the happy family he dreamed of being. Everyday felt more and more meaningless. He managed to get an apartment close to work and dragged himself there when the day ended. You got the house the two of you’d bought together years earlier.

Yandere ex husband who had to win you back. Otherwise he might waste away! You were so frustrated with how many times he called you and demanded a second chance. No, this is what was best for you, you said to yourself. You and your ex husband weren’t on bad terms and kept it civil for your sons sake, but you couldn’t be together anymore. Even though a part of you still felt a little for your former husband, you were afraid you’d just fall back into old routines. You loved your son with all your heart, but you couldn’t deny the fact that perhaps you and your husband hadn’t been as ready for kids as you thought.

Yandere ex husband who won’t stop pestering you for a date and to get back together; going as far as to use your son as leverage. Think of your boy, he’s so young and deserves a father close to him. This of course made you furious. How could he use him to force you to go with his wants? Now you were even more sure of your decision and stood your ground. Flowers showed up at the doorstep every now and then, chocolates too among other gifts. You wanted to enjoy them, however, that would simply give your ex the wrong idea and so you couldn’t. They were good items so that was sad.

Yandere ex husband who will stop at nothing to get you and his son back. Was he really a bad man for wanting that? His family whole again? No, certainly not. He wasn’t a bad person minus all the things he did for you in high school. He knows you’d do anything for your little boy, so how could you refuse when he asks why his dad isn’t living with you and how he wish he did. You’ll crack eventually, that he knows.

All that’s left to do is wait.

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Sorry for not updating much I’ve been busy and haven’t had the energy to write something! But I just wanted to get this out

;)

[aluraveil]

yandere ex pm dazai x reader

im imagining a scenario where it turns out that pm dazai doesnt really love you and that you were just a toy for him to play around with..

you're angry and rightfully upset and you're in tears and sobbing. you thought dazai loved you and it turns out that he didnt? what a sick joke.

buuuut then dazai sort of realizes that he's alone without you. there's a sick feeling of regret crawling up his spine.

and once he starts to regret, it hits him hard. he went from not caring and then did a whole 180 and started to miss you a lot.

once hes in the phase where regret eats up at him, he's quite literally scary as fuck. all of a sudden he becomes more agitated, more selfish, and has less patience.

all of his subordinates and people working under him can tell that dazai is a time ticking bomb about to explode. when he regrets, dazai becomes more aggressive and downright scary. if his men fail a mission they are all getting severely punished. dazai just doesn't have the patience anymore.

it doesn't get any better when he becomes the port mafia's boss. if anything, he becomes even worse. if you thought mafia executive 'Demon Prodigy' dazai was scary, you haven't seen anything.

as the boss of the port mafia, dazai is naturally in charge of everything that happens as he quite literally is the highest ranking member of the mafia because he's the leader. during the time period he takes over as the boss, nobody even wants to mess with him.dazai has much more influence over everything during this time and you can bet that he has been watching over you for quite some time.

it doesn't take long for dazai to snatch you back up. he quite literally was 'suffering' and in so much 'pain' without you even when it was clearly his fault. you cant blame yourself for leaving him. who wants to be with someone who doesnt love you? nobody right?

during this time, he tries to run into you by coincidence. at this point he sometimes runs into you if you worked at a restaurant or something. he tries to play it cool but you both know what his true intentions are and it doesn't need to be said out loud.

you however, are downright terrified. this is literally the same guy who committed 625 counts of fraud. 625. not to mention he is the literal boss of the port mafia. the boss. the frickin boss.

you're scared because you dont believe he will show any mercy towards you. this is because the two of you arent 'lovers' (you don't know if the both of you ever were because dazai didnt hold any feelings for you) and he probably sees you as nothing more than a stupid idiot. this is not the same dazai you loved. this is the dazai that doesnt love you meaning that he doesnt care about you which in turn means that if something happened to you, he just straight up doesnt care.

he starts calling you 'belladonna' and 'darling' again which feels awkward and disgusting. whenever he calls you that you straight up wince and cringe and you don't even try to hide it. there's a whole wave of awkwardness that lingers in the air when you just reply back with a "..hi?.." dazai senses that the tension in the air is so thick that you could slice through it but him being him he just straight up dgaf.

you're not thrilled to see him whatsoever. when he comes here he doesn't even order any food and just tries to talk to you. he always leaves you a huge tip when he does leave though. you never take it though. you dont want his money. the next time he does come you give the money back to him and but he refuses to take it back saying "you've been working so hard belladonna, you deserve to treat yourself." again with the belladonna thing. it doesnt feel right for him to call you that at all.

dazai knows that youre refusing his advances but it doesnt stop him from trying. afterall you loved him once. thats all that matters. its only the results that matter in the end right?

right?

...

maybe.

[thedarkestrivernymph]

Betrayal

Yandere!Ex x f!Reader

warnings: gore, includes slight religious themes

©Copyright -2024-thedarkestrivernymph - All Rights Reserved

It hurt. Terribly so. From the tip of his nose to the end of his toes, it burned. His entire being was set aflame through one miniscule act.

He had witnessed the unthinkable; you in the arms of another. The pet he had so carefully tamed, chained to him, made you dependent, cut off everyone and everything to keep you in his grasp. You had fled.

Not only did you escape the golden cage he had build for you, break off his hold on your psyche, but you also found new love.

Love.

Just the thought of it made his stomach churn in repulsion. It was vile of you to claim to have found something so sacred in someone else besides him. It offended him.

How could you? How dare you? After everything he had done for you, you ran away, humiliated him, undermined his efforts—all for what?

For this pathetic excuse of a man that couldn't even contain his tears as he plucked out his nails from their nailbeds as if they were weeds hidden between grass?

He admittedly couldn't contain a giggle as that scum twisted and squirmed, trying to worm himself out of the chair he had strapped him to, begging and pleading with fat tears in his wet eyes.

The way he so easily carved in, accepting defeat instantaneously, not even arguing about seeing you anymore, valuing his life over you. Pathetic.

He would die for you thousands of deaths only to claim you his, yet this man, this creature, that couldn't even care that much about you to die for your name and honour, was your lover?

Really dear?

He laughed as his corpse dropped to the ground with a thud, the scream still ringing in his ears, the fresh scent of blood wafting through the air, caressing his nerves and easing them.

“Don't worry my little dear.” he crouched down besides the head of your former lover, fingers hovering above his eye sockets. “I will be your salvation once again. I will show you the light—the righteous way. We're Adam and Eve after all, dear, the only man and woman, no one else—no one else matters.” he rambled as he brutally forced his fingers into the squishiness, poking out the very eyes that had dared to look at you.

Because no one, no one else besides him, was allowed to bask in the serenity that was you.

[bay-sil]

Yandere Ex Husband

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙴𝚡 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚟 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑.

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚊��𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝?" 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 "𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢? 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝!

"𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝙸 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

"𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜-" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎

"𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐!" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢. 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚋 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛. 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈/𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙿𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜"

𝚂𝚗𝚒𝚙

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝"

𝚂𝚗𝚒𝚙

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞"

𝚂𝚗𝚒𝚙

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 ��𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎.

𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝-𝚞𝚙𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎. 𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

"𝚈/𝚗!" 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 "𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

"𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜.." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜.

𝙾𝚑! 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎! 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛

"𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎"

[kachowden]

omg i know you haven't written for him in a hot minute, but i would love to see you expand on christophe's character because i just love the dynamic between him and reader!!!! what would reader have to (unknowingly) do for christophe to actually get on his knees and beg them to take him back? i'm talking about on the ground, crying, throwing up-level of patheticness aksjdhdhdjsk

Get in a relationship. Or Move. Moving is what will get the most drastic response. Regardless of the fact that you’ve been broken up for a while now, you’re never too far from him. He’s like an annoying bug on the wall; always there, like it’s taunting you. If you were to move away, especially abruptly, he’d freak out. Mostly since he doubts he’d be able to convince his parents to spontaneously move.

In that scenario, you’re getting kidnapped, end of story.

Get in a relationship? Yikes. It’s a shit show for everyone involved. Chris is objectively one of my more unstable yanderes. Will throw a massive fit, publicly. You’ll say yes out of sheer exhaustion from dealing with him. If you don’t? Refer back to scenario number 1.

At the end of the day the only reason Chris allowed you to be “apart” from him for so long was out of guilt, and an unawareness of how obsessive he actually was towards you. If something threatens that bubble, a new relationship, moving etc, he’ll snap rather quickly.

Unfortunately I can’t say that he’d lean on the more pathetic side of begging. His whole character revolves around the fact that his pride outweighs anything. He’s kind of an asshole. And asshole that loved you, but an asshole nonetheless. So his alternate of “begging”, would probably be publicly mocking your new partner and antagonizing the shit out of them for as long as it takes you guys to break up.

A fun thing to think about though? Maybe your new partner is a yandere too.

[alwaysforevermaybenever]

YANDERE EX-HUSBAND: INTRODUCTION

× cw: general yandere stuff; malaysian/cantonese slang; reader is implied ethnically chinese (read her dialogue in Steven He’s accent); reader is also female; obsessive behavior; bribery; stalking; being held at gunpoint(?); threats; felony; implied murder; controlling behavior

× note: it's basically renheng/uncle roger and auntie helen

⌗ your beloved ex-husband? Hah! He’s no better than a plate of burnt egg fried rice with no spring onions or meat from a kopitiam(coffee shop). In fact, you’d pick studying at art school over looking at his face for a single second, even if it means your mother disowning you.

⌗ Unfortunately, even after getting divorced, you still live together. That’s because the house is bought under both your names, so you can’t just kick him out. And it’s not like you’ll have enough money to buy a new house after selling your current one, because half the money goes to him. Tsk. What a nuisance…

⌗ Yala, he’s handsome and rich, but he’s such a jerk and a micromanager! He always insists on telling you how to cook your signature noodles. (Mind you, you grew up learning how to make that. Your ma made sure of that.) He didn’t go to culinary school, so who is he to tell you that, huh?

⌗ You can’t stand being married to such a pompous man like him, so you locked yourself in your room on the wedding night. No way you’re gonna do anything with that eyesore (metaphor). That’s why five months later, after countless arguments and fights, you divorced him.

“Haiya, he CEO of a company, his net worth 1 billion. But he cannot even cook rice or defrost chicken for me when I ask him to? And you ask why I divorce him ah?” *slaps table*

⌗ However, your ex-husband doesn’t really care about your rants or complaints. You’re talking for hours on end about him, so that’s already a win in his book. He’s always on your mind!

⌗ He fully expected you to divorce him. That’s why he insisted on buying the house under both your names - you can’t get rid of him that way. All long as he’s under the same roof as you are, he couldn’t be happier. He eats the food you cook (leftovers because you’re used to cooking for all your relatives during family dinner), rolls on your perfectly made bed while you work your accountant job (in one of his other companies that you don’t know he’s the CEO of) and plays the picture perfect husband when your mom drops by (your 28501864817 relatives marching right behind her) with mooncakes and tangyuan (because she’ll beat you up with the tea set heirloom passed down forty-five generations when she discovers that you’re divorced with no sons!!).

⌗ How did you even get married to him if you hate him that much? Well, long story short, your mother and his mother are best friends, and their husbands are brothers, which made daily reunions even longer because they had so much to talk about. When they noticed that he showed interest in you as a child (one time), they decided that you two would get married when you were of age. While you were resentful that you were essentially forced into an arranged marriage, you pushed through it for the wedding ang pao (red packets) and tax benefits (at least until you divorced, which was when you started working and putting that science stream (not art!) degree to use). 

⌗ You hate your ex-husband, but you do admit that he’s a good wallet. Besides, it’s not like he’s obsessive or possessive or a micromanager who stalks you when you go out or a genuinely bad person who commits felonies because he found out you were searching for potential bachelors because after all you’re in your prime! Right? And besides, who wouldn’t want to date and eventually marry you? But don’t worry your pretty little head because he’ll take care of them since he’s the only one you’ll ever need. Yeah, you’re divorced but who’s to say you can’t get remarried? Not the law! 

⌗ And if he has to drag you screaming and kicking and cursing him (and his ancestors) to the ancestral plane and make you stand by the altar, that’s what his strength is for! And if he has to pay hush money to all the people present that’s ok, cuz he’s not rich for nothing and the relatives aren’t greedy bloodsucking money nabbers (me) just for show.

“Once again, until death do us part, my love… You at the back - put down that phone. I’ll pretend you weren’t trying to call the police, for the sake of this auspicious occasion. What do you mean my wife is being held at gunpoint and trying to punch me no she isn’t.”

[f4wning]

imagine being the ex from this post.

(yan reader! based on boynextdoor's gonna be a rock)

a breakup was a gift you didn’t wish for your birthday.

if you could go back in time, you’d leave first. you’d dump him before anything could happen.

before he could dump you. 

you didn’t want to be happy now, no. the only thing you wanted to be?

a rock.

you wanted to be a rock and break his window, shatter it, just like how he had shattered your heart. you wanted to be a rock and shatter his love, his new fuckass partner.

god, you hated them.

he was supposed to be yours, and yours alone. when did he go and fall for that stupid fucking person? there was no appeal to them! none! if he really wanted to be with them, though, you would’ve changed.

you would’ve changed everything about yourself to become a clone of them, just so he could love you again. just so he wouldn’t dump you.

just so he could be yours forever.

you hoped he’d go and die (no you didn’t you loved him far too much for that).

one day everything had been fine. he had been talking with you aimlessly as lovers did, an endearing and adoring and loving look in his eyes. you couldn’t describe it as anything else, it was just that, plain and simple:

love.

a word you now hated, as ridiculous as it sounded. 

but how could you hate it? it was all you ever felt aside from the hurt.

love.

his love for you had changed practically overnight. he had started growing disinterested when you talked, a glazed, bored look in his eyes. he began to text you only when needed. your conversations became few and small, scattered here and there. he recoiled whenever you touched him. he didn’t even fucking look at you anymore.

because of them: his new fucking partner.

god, you hated them.

all the moments you had spent with him, all the memories shared, all the feelings, all the pictures, everything all fucking gone and because of what?

at this point you’d rather be a stone instead.

at least stones didn’t feel heartbreak like this.

—

your mental health had crumbled.

you couldn’t help but burst into tears whenever you saw anything related to him. even in front of your parents, you burst into tears. they rolled down your cheeks, big fat globs, a reminder of what you had become.

you couldn’t help but remember everything. early mornings you woke up, just to see him before he left for work. sleepless nights you spent, waiting for him to get back. the way your heart would leap whenever you heard the familiar sound of his car parking in the driveway.

you spent days, even months replaying every moment, searching for clues, wondering if you missed something vital. had you been too much? too needy? too clingy? not clingy enough? 

you wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all, to tell the universe that you would have done anything. you would’ve changed yourself, molded into whoever he wanted as long as he was with you.

but none of that mattered now, did it? he was gone, and you were left with only the hollow shell of what used to be.

you had thought about confronting him a multitude of times. showing up at his door to demand answers. you had imagined the scene in vivid detail: how you'd make him look at you, look at you, and see the devastation he had caused. you had imagined how the regret would pool in his eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to take it back. not after everything. you imagined how remorseful he’d be. falling to his knees, begging for you to take him back.

and then there were the gruesome fantasies.

the ones where his new bitch would scream and beg for mercy. where you’d behead them with an axe, blood spraying and splattering and soaking and splashing. the crimson red contrasting with the lighter shade of the axe and with the color of your skin, bold and shiny and wet against it. the fantasies where the smell of iron would engulf you, submerging you completely. the fantasies where you’d see the light fade from their eyes, the horrified screams and pleads of him scraping against your ears as you looked at him blankly, telling him this was bound to happen, that he should’ve expected it after breaking up with you for them. 

but you knew those were just fantasies.

you'd been stalking him in ways you couldn't admit to anyone, even yourself. checking his social media, watching him laugh with them, his new love. The one who took everything from you. it wasn’t fair. no matter what they posted, the comments, the likes, the pictures—it all felt like a taunt. they were flaunting yourhappiness, the life you should still be living.

if you couldn’t have him, then neither should they. why should they get to be happy when you were drowning in misery? your hands shook as you stared at their photos together, your mind racing, spiraling.

maybe you didn’t need to be a rock to shatter everything.

maybe, just maybe, if his love was shattered, he’d come crawling back. he’d realize you were the only one who truly understood him, the only one who ever would. And when he did, you’d welcome him back with open arms—his sweet, remorseful words filling the void in your heart, as if nothing had ever gone wrong.

you wanted to be a rock. not just to throw, but to crack and break and shatter his love.

[abbyfmc]

Plot idea #11 (+18)

Yandere ex vs Yandere husband x female reader:

Your yandere fiancé becomes your yandere husband, and both you and he are very happy together. This makes your yandere ex FURIOUS, which your yandere husband notices and not only gives him a stern warning, but mocks him behind your back; to the point that when you and your yandere husband have sex, he moans very loudly on purpose. He also makes sure that your yandere ex knows how much you enjoy it.

[bluublu-blub]

yan! ex husband (cont.)

Things got a little messy with my life within 5 days after I uploaded. I was almost disowned but things are better now. I was planning on uploading soon but I only got time now.

next

You barely remember when it started —when was the last time he sat down and spent time with you instead brushing you off in your rare times of rest. You do understand how time consuming his daily activities are. He was, after all, a professor by day and a medical student at night. So, you would smile at him and assure him that you always understand and you are fine with less date nights and hangouts. But, you were only asking a bare minimum from him —you just want some time where you both just sit in each other’s presence and let the silence be because it brought you comfort.

You just want to know that he is still there.

That, in some way or form, you still matter.

(In the back of your mind, you wonder if it is a right choice to get married as soon as you both finished your undergraduate degrees.)

(You brush the traitorous thoughts away from your mind.)

Just a little more. You can still wait.

–

Was it by a stroke of unfortunate circumstances, you wonder as you watched him grinned widely as he finished med school and immediately was recruited to some hospital while his words came from one ear to another. He seems so happy and less stressed as you try to keep up with him. 

“What do you think, love?”

What do you think? 

“What?”

“I asked if we can move closer to my workplace?” He repeated and you felt that once again your world froze. “It will be a different environment from here. The distance is a little over five hours in this place. Wouldn't it be more convenient?”

“Oh, yeah.” Convenient for him, sure. But, what about your career? “But, it will be far from mine.”

He brushed you off. “Well, you can always quit right?” Then he moved on to the next topic as if you agreed.

Oh.

Do you really matter to him at all?

–

You often heard from your friends that sometimes being together wouldn’t be enough if the relationship becomes stagnant and prison for your well-being. You had denied everything that is slowly ruining your relationship for years now, you let go of your convictions, passions, and dreams just for him. Let him shine and soar high while you are left scrambling in the ground. 

It was not like this before. 

Before, he listened. He was there before, there used to be a lot more love and smiles. 

Home was him before.

Home is not him now.

—

You stared at the documents in your hand, you had talked to your attorney about the procedures and now you need his signature.

“Love?” He’s back early for a change.

It’s time to end this godforsaken marriage and choose yourself for once.

“I need you to sign this.”

There is no going back to the past.

[droaxa]

tags: stalking, starvation? (yandere not reader), breaking in, reader is thrown around, creepy dude being creepy

a/n: ahh the though of a lousy ex that fumbled a baddie (you) and can’t get over it

yandere ex that swears that he doesn’t care about you after your breakup but still gets jealous when he sees you out on a date with some random loser. you only deserve the best, so what are you doing with a dirtbag like that?

yandere ex who regrets breaking up with you. he didn’t realize what he was missing till it was gone, but swears he’ll do better next time!

yandere ex that stalks your socials relentlessly. i mean, he’s gotta make sure you’re happy without him right? he doesn’t admit that he cries a little everytime you post someone else.

yandere ex who neglects himself while obsessing over you, he hasn’t eaten two days? oh honey it’s because he’s been too busy following you around on your vacation!

yandere ex who finds your new address and breaks in drops by once in a while. the day after his visits you’re confused by your lack in chapstick and hair ties, you swear you just had a ton!

yandere ex who lathers that same chapstick over his lips, trying to get a rough semblance of the kisses you used to give him the only thing that’s the same is the flavor

yandere ex that can’t take it anymore, he wants the real thing just like he had before. he shows up at your front door almost a year after your break up, cleaned up and with your fav flowers.

“hey darling, its been a while huh?”

he says with a sheepish grin. face cleanly shaved and hair just how he knew you liked it. unlike his usual clothes the sweatshirt that smelled like you when you gave it back to him during your breakup he was dressed in a tight white button up and slacks, just to show off his biceps. only for you sweetheart.

“ryan? what-”

you get cut off as he pushes his way inside, stumbling a little.

“get out right now! you have no right coming in like this! ”

you fume and grab him by his shirt but he quickly turns around, flowers long forgotten on the counter as he cages you against the wall. something dark and far more sinister in his eyes than simple love.

and you’re silenced, you’ve never seen him like this. his previously light presence was now damper and more oppressive, you felt like you couldn’t move. hot breath on your face as you try to push against his chest, was he this strong before?

like this wasn’t a terrifying situation for you, he laughs.

“fuck it’s gonna be hard to hold back when you’re shaking like that for me doll”

[suiana]

(yandere! ex x gn! reader) (GUESS WHOS DAY ITIS !!"!"!)

finally.

he thinks, letting out an excited squeal while swooning over you through the thin glass. gripping he window stills, he peers in through the clear material, taking in the sight of you laying down on your bed.

how cute. you were so blissfully unaware of his presence. on one hand it was good. you wouldn't be able to chase him away if you didn't know he was there. after all, you've been awfully on edge around him, calling him a stalker and yelling for him to leave your shared apartment. how rude! don't you know it's mean to ask him, your boyfriend btw, to leave?

no matter, he'll play into your games for a bit. it's just a small joke you're playing on him. there's no way you want him gone and out of your life.

but it really sucked! why? because he wouldn't be able to celebrate your special day with you! :(((

it was like... you were trying to hurt him with your actions! how could you do such a thing??? don't you know how much you mean to him? how he just wants to spend every waking moment by your side, making you happy and celebrating your every milestone together? for you to forbid him from getting near you while such an important day, such as your birth...

"sigh... at least i was the first to tell you happy birthday..."

he mumbles, looking at you through the window. he shakes his ass, hearts in his eyes as he appreciates and admires the adorable you. well, of course he had to be the first to say happy birthday to you! he was your boyfriend!

you didn't acknowledge it though. he would've told you in person but you refused to open any doors or windows for him. so he had to resort to online messaging. the message didn't send on his messaging app or his main social media account... but after several other messages from his (many) alternate accounts...

yeah, you hadn't responded either. but hey! at least the message sent, right? you probably just... got too engrossed in reading or something! you'll look at his message sooner or after-

...

were you looking at his message?

did you just... delete it??

"hey! what are you doing baby?!"

he suddenly crawls in through the window, breaking into the apartment with wide, crazed eyes. no, no, no! why were you being so mean?! he knows you're mad or something and that you want to play a joke of him not being yours anymore but-

this was way too far! how could you not respond and even delete his messages?!

"i said happy birthday? are you mad? you don't like it? what about the money i sent? did you like that at least? ah baby! please don't be mad anymore! it hurts me so much to see you ignore me!"

the man desperately clings to you, sobbing while mumbling the lyrics to happy birthday under his breath. he can't take this teasing anymore! gah! you've gotten under his skin too good!

...meanwhile you could only shriek in terror, face completely horrified as you stare at your ex boyfriend who had... climbed up several stories to enter your apartment?? what the fuck?? just to wish you happy birthday??? wait no, he was yelling about how you deleted his messages so...

he was there for how long already?! god damn him!

you just wanted a normal birthday for once! this happened last year too, damnit!

letting out a sudden screech, you smack him hard across the cheek before kicking him off you. you then proceed to drag him by the collar, tossing this useless stalker sack of potatoes out your window.

"get out!"

"a-aye aye sir!"

[misstycloud]

Yandere.childhood sweetheart ex X reader

Imagine a yandere childhood sweetheart ex going to visit his darling at university, but unfortunately she isn’t so happy like he thought she’d be.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, horrified at the sudden appearance of your ex-boyfriend.

He attempted a soft smile, but you could easily see the storm beneath it. With a small laugh, he said, “what do you mean? I’m here for you, obviously.” He stepped forward and reached for you hand, you pulled it away from his reach.

“No, like- why are you here at all?” You pinched your nose in frustration. “I get that you’re here for me or whatever, but why? It’s not- we are not together. We broke up.” To emphasise your point, you used your hand(the one he wanted to hold) to gesture between the two of you.

He gulped, “Yeah, but that was just because you wanted to go to university here in the city- even though there are completely okay universities in our hometown.” His tone soured at the end of his speech. As if he somehow couldn’t believe your decision to leave that small, boring, hillbilly town that you were forced to grow up in.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “only if you want to learn how to milk a cow 50 different ways.”

Your ex frowned and expressed his clashing opinion, “don’t say that, it’s where we grew up, where we lived-“ he got quieter “-and…where we fell in love.” The man looks like he was on cloud nine remembering the good ‘ol’ days.

“Sure, yippie!” You sarcastically cheered and noticed how his mood went sour again. He definitely didn’t enjoy how you easily played off your past relationship. Too bad for him you were completely over it. He’s stuck in the past and needs to move on.

The young man chose not to call your out on your(in his opinion) somewhat rude behaviour. It was not your fault, after all. The city and its people clearly haven’t been a good influence on you. But wasn’t that the reason he was there; to convince you to come home with him? He sighed before putting on another smile.

“Well, are you gonna invite me in?” he easily looked over your head, into your apartment. “It’s a little cold out here, y’know.”

Ignoring how ridiculous it must look from a passerby’s point of view, you stuck your arms up to obstruct your ex-boyfriend’s sight. If you’d been as tall as he was, you’d simply stand in his way to keep him from checking out your home. Unfortunatly, not everyone can be built like a skyscraper.

“No, I’m not going to let you in. You aren’t even welcome!” You exasperated. Why couldn’t he understand you didn’t want him there?

He was quiet for a moment, which made you think he was finally getting the message, but your hopes were crushed when he said in a cold voice, “Don’t be rude. It’s not like you to act like this. I told you going to the city was a stupid idea.” You were a bit shaken at this new side of him. In the past, he was always happy and sweet to you. On the rare occasions(usually when he thought you were hanging out more with your friends than him) you did fight, he was never like this; chilly and looking at you like you were in his way. While both were objectively bad, you thought you preferred when he was all hot instead of…this.

You were silenced and could do nothing when he pushed past you and entered your apartment despite your previous objections. Not knowing what else to do, you closed the door. You turned around to see your ex standing in your living room, examining the room top to bottom with an unimpressed face.

He hummed, “It’s cute. Although, I could build you a house much better than this. But as long as you’re happy, I suppose.”

“Excuse me?” Ain’t no way you’d let this dude come and diss your home like that. “Did you come here only to insult my home? Because, if so, you are free to leave.”

He shook his head, laughing softly, but you could still hear the insincerity in his voice when he said “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that.” (He definitely mean it like that) He walked to the wooden bookshelf you had placed in the corner and picked out a book right away, even though the large selection should’ve kept him busy for a while. With his back turned to you, it was impossible to see which book he'd pulled from its spot.

When he finally faced you again, you understood why he chose it. The book’s cover was clumsily made, it was clear that the creator was not a professional. It was uneven and did not line up with the stack of pages of the book, thereby leaving paper sticking out. Despite its rough appearance, the title was made with gold lettering which still had its shine, even though years has passed since its creation.

‘Damn it!’ you thought. Everything was so messy when you first moved and not wanting to deal with lose things forever, you just found some temporary home for items and left them there. It was now that you regretted your laziness. You should’ve put it away(throwing it seemed a bit heartless, even for you)

“You still have it?” He asked, the previous coldness gone, now he simple seemed slightly bewildered. Caressing the cover, he continued, “I thought you threw it away, to be honest, hehe.” The man glanced up at you with those loving eyes. You used to adore it whenever he looked at you like that, now they brought you nothing but unease. “I’m glad you kept it.” He finished off before putting it back in its place.

You tried focusing on anything but him; hellbent on ignoring his silenced stare. The day could go worse than this, you thought. Why the hell did he have to show up? And just as your life here in the city started going smoothly. Of course your past had to come back and bite you.

Both of you were lost in thought(with very different ideas) and the only sound was from the ticking clock on the wall.

“Why did you leave me?”

“H-huh?” You focused your attention back on him and saw his serious expression gazing back at you.

‘He seriously need to control his mood swings.’

“You heard me. I want to know why you decided to leave.”

“You know why. I couldn’t be stuck in that little town forever. It was boring and nothing ever happened. I don’t want to live out an existence like that, it’s not what I want.”

“That’s not a reason. You can life a good life without being James Bond. We were so happy together. I even-“ he stopped to take a deep breath, “I was going to propose. I had started saving up to buy you the ring you deserve. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You sneered at him and said angrily, “Well, hate to break it to you, but I obviously don’t feel the same. I’m sorry, okay. But I never wanted to get married- I don’t even know where you got that idea from. Why would I marry you?-“

“Because we love each other.” Your ex rolled his eyes in annoyance, “that’s kind of the reason people get married, Love.”

Ugh, he acted like you were the insufferable one. Like you were the problem! He was the one with too thick of a head to understand that you don’t want to be with him. And he even dared to call you Love, just like when you were together.

“No, I don’t love you anymore. Stop this.” You groaned as you felt a headache coming in.

“You’re the one who needs to ‘stop this’. Can you see how foolish you’re being? You broke my heart and for what? Some dumb degree you’re not even gonna get.” He grabbed you by the shoulders and leaned in close. “It’s me, (y/n). Your Theo.” You held your breath as he took your hand and placed it directly above his heart. The heat from his body and the comforting beats had you remembering how much you did used to love this man. “This is yours. All yours, Love, you only need to accept it. I can give you everything you ask for. Come home with me, and forget this dumb university. You won’t find your dreams here. You’ll only be truly happy when you’re back home with me, I can promise you that.”

You stood still and watched as Theo kissed your knuckles; a common way for him to show affection. His words stung, yet you couldn’t hate him for them. It was true, things weren’t as great as you’d make them out to be. It’s all because you didn’t want to disappoint your parents. They still lived in your hometown and had worked their asses off to give you a chance to follow your dreams and make it big.

Originally, they’d been agaisnt you moving to the city. ‘But it’s so far away’ they had said, and ‘you’ll regret it’. You knew they wished for you stay and marry Theo instead, but that’s not what you wanted.

So you gave them a piece of your mind before storming off to Theo’s house. You spent the night there in fear of facing your parents, especially after that little action of liberty. It was ironic how you threw yourself in his arms, considering the whole argument was about something that’d ultimately have you leave him.

As you were contemplating your all your life choices, Theo dropped to his knees. You gasped, first thinking he’d fallen. But that was clearly not the case, because immediately after, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red velvet box.

It didn’t take Einstein-level of intelligence to see what kind of box it was and what it undoubtedly contained. The devotion in his eyes had you gulp.

“I know this is sorta late now, but every couple has to go through a number of challenges. So, (y/n) (l/n), will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

The ring inside was more beautiful than you’d imagined. It was, truly, your dream ring. It was also proof how attentive he’d been back when you were younger; he actually did listen to you and remembered every bit of foolish young thoughts you’d splurted out.

It was just a question. One that everyone has the right to say ‘no’ to if they don’t think ‘yes’ is fitting. You would’ve rejected his proposal, but there was something in Theo’s eyes that made you waver. You weren’t fully sure what it was apart from how feral it seemed. All your senses told you to reject his advance, however, you caught yourself wondering if that really was a good idea.

How will you respond?