Dekinobi Week Day 5 - Truth Doll

dekinobi week day 5 - Truth Doll

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I now love you, is it too late? (Yandere Fiancé x F. Reader)

Summary: Heartbreak and romance are two sides of the same coin. They both deal with love between another. Your heart is broken but you are trying to move on, but someone is preventing you from doing so.

Notes: I never thought that the previous story would blow up like it did. You can read the first part here.

Warning: alcohol consumption, drugging someone, forced love, obsession, stalking, mentions of violence, I don't condone it, I just write it.

The days after his conversation with you, he should had been elated. For the first time in his life, he wasn't bothered by you and your antics. He could finally get work done without you bother him at every corner to come visit him or play with him. For the first few days, he was able to finish everything for once in his life instead of having a pile to do the next day. But overtime, somehow he was dreadfully bored.

His office felt quiet. Almost too quiet. The only sounds he could make out were the papers shuffling, the clock ticking, and the the voices that came in and out of his office.

Also, overtime he had completed work for the month. He was used to working more the next day and having work stacked up to the point that he needed to catch up, that now he has no idea what to do once he finished work for a month or two.

Alaric thought he could read. He has always enjoyed reading in his free time. But once he got to reading, he felt bored once again. He never realized that the books he read were nothing but boring. The books were full of political theory, history of the most boring topics, and informative information.

His lunches were quiet, his dinners were quiet, and his stomach often rumbled when he forgot to eat.

Life felt repetitive, boring, and dull. He was stuck in a routine of eat, work, and sleep. Nothing ever happened.

When (y/n) was here, she would always drag him somewhere, she had wanted to go to. To go shopping, a picnic, a play, an opera, to watch duals, or to eat. He always felt tired after those things, but at least it brought him excitment.

(y/n) often made sure he would eat flavorful foods and her favorite foods, to the point that he knows everything she likes.

(y/n) often made a ruckus in his home. Always talking, calling servant’s, squealing at her romance novels, and chatting with everyone.

'At least the manor was never deadly quiet whenever she was around...' he thought of as he smirked.

Wait. Why is he thinking about her?

He should be happy that she is no longer bugging him as often as she did.

He saw you outside. He was shopping for new cufflinks. His were "getting out of style" his secretary had told him. Maybe it was just a ploy to get him out of the manor, but he still went out nevertheless. He was in a jewelry shop. Unconsciously, he went to the one you often visited. The man knew who he was anyways, so might as well cut to the chase.

"Ah?! Your Grace!"

The man seemed to be looking for (y/n). "Where is Lady (l/n)? Doesn't she often accompany you?"

He just stood quiet for a moment before his secretary popped in. "His Grace is here to get cufflinks."

The man's eyes brighten. "Ah. Lady (l/n) has already thought of that for you. Please wait here Your Grace."

He brought out a box that he had gotten from a certain part of the store. He opened it, and there were square shaped, dark blue jewels, bordered with small diamonds, the metal gold. It looked like it suited him. Very well. She knew his taste well. She knew what he liked.

"If Your Grace does not like it, you can commission another..." said the man selling him the product.

Alaric shook his head. "No, it's perfect."

He signaled at his secretary to give him a generous check in his name as he left the shop, only to find you, looking at the ocean view from across the shop.

Why did it look like you were looking for something?

More importantly, why did it look like you were looking for someone?

You wore a bright dress, your favorite lace gloves, your prettiest sunhat and carried your favorite parasol.

He was confident that he was the only man who has ever had a very close relationship with you, other than acquaintanceship.

Wait, why was he thinking this?

Why should he care if you saw another man. This is an engagement of convenience anyways. There is no point in scrutinizing every man that either comes or came in your life.

But if you were going to be talking to men after him, they better be better than him. He was not going to be beaten by some half-rate man, who has never held a sword in his life, who has never had to train often to live up to your a standard(s), who has never had to deal with the responsibilities of being a duke from the moment he was born, who has not needed attention from you, and who has never lived up to your ideas of love.

He wasn't going to lose to a man who never even knew you like he did.

But he saw you were being accompanied by a maid after his thoughts had raged through his head. He walked closer towards you. He saw you.

Your eyes had seemed like the eyes that often looked his way when he greeted someone. Not like their lively selfs that he was so used to from you. Your eyes always shone brightly when he was in your presence.

Your smile, one of formality, not your genuine one. You smiled the brightest whenever he was around. Anyone could tell with that smile that you loved him.

You looked like any other person he had interacted with. Formal and in-line with etiquette.

Even your speech was formal. It was no longer bright and cheerful. It was no longer, "Alaric! What are you doing here?", it was now, "Pleased to see you, Duke Caius."

"It's pleasant to see you too, Lady (y/n)." he responded back.

You nodded you head while a wave of silence came through. He didn't talk, you didn't talk, both of you were looking at the distance of this port.

'She is rather quiet. Too quiet..." he thought in his head. Often she was the one who started up a conversation.

"I'm very sorry Duke Caius, but I must leave. I am shopping with a friend, and I wouldn't want them to keep on waiting for me, so, please excuse me."

You started walking off slowly, but then he spoke. "Would you like for me to escort you?"

You turned your head. He thought you would be smiling and agreeing to his suggestion immediately, holding his arm in a loving manner and chatting with him the entire way, like you used to do whenever he had brought out that idea.

But you had shook your head. "No, but thank you for your suggestion, Duke Caius. My guard is nearby here anyways."

You walked off as he could only look at you and your maid walking. He didn't even realize that his secretary had came back, as he only chased after you in the same direction.

He saw from a distance, you holding the arm of some man. A dull man. He was mad at that moment, but his anger wasn't towards you, it was towards the man you were with.

You had became more distant with him. Avoiding him at every moment, like he was the plague. Every time he noticed her, she had seem to always step away from him, with every step she had taken, walking away from him instead of towards him like they used to do.

At parties, you would often avoid him, while his arm was being stuck onto by Lady Thompson.

Social events had you talking to the ladies, sparring no time for him.

Outings with no small talk.

Every little thing you had done to distance yourself from him, almost drove him insane. His head now full of questions for your sudden change in personality. In the span of a few weeks, you had all of the sudden became the most formal person on earth, to the point people started questioning the legitimacy of the relationship.

"It seems like they will break up soon..."

"Are we sure they are engaged? Lady (l/n)'s sudden change in personality must mean something..."

"How sad this relationship had to come to. It feels like they are in a married’s quarrel!"

"I heard that Marquis (l/n) is planning on annulling their engagement..."

"Really?!"

These nobles and their chatty lips. These rumors meant nothing. (y/n) would never let something like an annulment happen to them.

He was bewildered. Shocked. Almost appalled with this letter.

He thought that she had delivered a letter to write to him once again, but this time, this letter was from Marquis (l/n).

Dear Duke Caius,

I regret to have informed you, that I am making a selfish and personal decision to annul this engagement between you and my daughter. I have came to this decision after her reaction and my bewilderment at the Royal Ball from 4 months ago, after you had escorted Lady Alina Thompson instead of my daughter.

I could see the heartbreak in her eyes, and as a father, it is painful to constantly see your daughter in constant heartbreak from the very boy you had known since he was young.

When your late father and I had planned this engagement for the both of you, I knew I would have to give up my precious daughter to a man I could trust, not a little boy who has yet to grown up.

You have yet to proven to me that you could be a man I could trust you with my only child, my daughter.

I wish you well and hope you will continue to collaborate and see the (l/n) house positively and as allies.

Sincerely,

Marquis (l/n)

The letter came with the annulment papers with it. He quickly looked through the papers too see your signature on them and your thumb print.

He stood quiet for a minute, before chuckling. "(y/n)...oh (y/n)..."

He felt like ripping the papers to shreds in the very moment.

You were happy for once in your life. You had met someone special to you. Arthur Johnson.

A stableman who engaged in conversation with you when he was working for your family. He always had a kind demeanor. soft spoken, and was often willing to hear you. Despite your age gap with him (being 10 years), his status as a commoner, and his rugged appearance, you felt like for the first time in your life, you had actually met your prince charming.

He took on dates to the crowded places like small festivals and the farmer markets. Your first present from him being a cheap pendent necklace from him.

His personality was well liked by everyone as he seemed to have a good relationship with everyone.

His voice was deep and attractive, smothering your ears and causing you to blush around him whenever he talked.

He always called you 'princess' or 'my lady' whenever out and about with you, causing you to be flustered at such comments.

He had introduced you to his ailing mother. You never felt so bad for anyone. You had offered to help him, but instead he rejected such offers from you. "My lady, you really don't need to help us..."

"Nonsense Arthur! Your mother is sick and-"

He always shook his head. "I do not want to rely on my lady to always help us. Thank you for the idea though."

Elliot was boring.

Gregory was pretentious.

Adonis was suspicious.

Adrian was paranoid.

But Arthur, was a gentleman.

Until you never heard back from him one day.

He had holed up in his manor until something had happened. He had gotten news of you being spotted on dates with other men.

Afterwards he had a reason to leave the manor from this point onwards. You were with a man after man often times. Talking, chatting, flirting, and being brought around with. He had his secretary look at the backgrounds of those men.

Low-ranking noblemen, and sometimes even commoners.

The perfect people to direct his anger at. After all, what are those families and people associated with them, are going to do against the wrath of Duke Caius and the Caius Duchy.

All of the sudden, these men had been riddled with debt and their families in financial ruins.

A son of a baron, tricked by a scammer he had paid for. He had fell for it, meaning he was too naive and not needed for (y/n), who was just as equally naive.

A son of a viscount, conned and arrested for the possession and the selling of forged art. The real artwork, costing millions, and in his own manor. He "might" had hired an artist to help him with it, paying off their own debt and giving them money. He was too irresponsible that he didn't even check to see if the artwork was genuine. (y/n) would had lived a life of cleaning up after him.

Another son of a baron, swallowed by loan debt after taking out loans to do his playboy schemes. He often bought expensive stuff in order to impress the women he was trying to bed with. Where did he get the loans from? He sure doesn't know, does he? He had troubles with infidelity. He will he constantly cheating on (y/n) if Alaric didn't catch it early enough.

A son of an earl, swallowed in gambling debt by him. He had seen him in the casino houses, and he thought why not taunt him. Plus, he paid off the casino house to always make him win no matter what. He was a gambling addict, spending his days holed up and gambling his money away. (y/n) would be left to die on the streets with nothing if she had been with him.

A stableman, in loan debt as well, after he had offered to help him with his ailing mother. But now his mother dead, and the loans still needed to be paid off. Otherwise, he could just kill him and sell his organs to the black market to get all the money back from him. Guess what option he did. He was poor, and poor men don't deserve her love if they cannot give her what she wanted. Plus, he might just brag often about his now, new lifestyle if she were to be with him.

The stableman was the most annoying in his eyes. His last words before he had slain him were, "Protect her for me, please, for this old bachelor..."

All of these men strengthen his point overtime. That he was the perfect man for her.

He is skeptical and less naive.

He is responsible.

He has never had issues with infidelity that he has known of.

He has never been financially irresponsible with money, nor has he gambled.

He has always had the ability to give her everything she has ever wanted.

He came to the eventual conclusion.

No man could replace him.

You felt trapped.

A rumor had spread around about Duke Caius's wedding day coming up. You thought he was just going to get married to Alina, but instead you and your father were summoned by His Majesty.

He was congratulating you and your soon to be wedding day. "Congratulations Lady (l/n)! You must be a happy bride. And you too Marquis (l/n)!"

You and your father were confused, but still acted like everything was normal, until you brought it up. "Excuse me Your Majesty, but who has told you about this. I thought I had wanted it to be a smaller event..."

His Majesty let out a gleeful laugh. "Duke Caius came to me last week, talking about how now he had decided to plan his wedding. I thought it was a splendid idea! And thus I had given him permission to use the chapel. He seemed elated at the idea, and thus was willing to plan the wedding himself."

Your eyes widen as you nodded. Your head blanking out the entire time. 'Isn't that impossible, unless...'

You went running out of the palace, finding a carriage to use to get to the Ducal Manor. You needed an explanation of what was going on.

Once you got there, you immediately asked the butler where he was, only to see Alaric, looking happy to see you as he came down the stairs to the front of the manor.

"(y/n), my bride! You are just in time for your dress fitting."

He snapped his fingers to have the servants taking you somewhere as he followed, you resisting. "Wha-? No! Alaric, I have to ask about something!"

He smiled in front of you. The previous you would had elated and been happy at his smile. But now it felt uncanny. Like something was off.

"You have finally called my name..."

You gasped as the servants kept on dragging you to your dress fitting. His hand over his heart as he looked like a sad puppy all of the sudden. "Do you know what it feels like to be called one name for my whole entire life with such endearment, only for it to be taken away?"

"No! That's why I'm not here! LET GO OF ME!"

He snapped his fingers as the servants let go of you. He walked towards you, as he placed his hand on your cheek. All you could feel was how cold it was. Like it was ice. You looked directly at him. "I am here to ask, why are we getting married?!"

His puppy face came back, as both of his hands cupped you face. "(y/n), I thought this is what you had wanted..."

Your eyes widen as he looked directly at you. "A big fairy tale wedding, your dream dress, your knight in shining armor sweeping you off your feet, true love's first kiss...isn't this what you had wanted all your life?"

This is what you had always wanted, but not like this. Not while Alaric had this sudden shift in personality and when he felt completely different form the Alaric you had knew.

But also, when your feelings for him had wavered like tides in an ocean. "But I thought the annulment had gone through..." you had said to him.

He chuckled, soon going onto full blown laughter. "(y/n), I know you still want to get married to me. So let's have the wedding of your dreams." he said while placing a kiss on your forehead, something you would had blush at, if everything about this wasn't sketchy.

"But! But!"

"No buts. We are getting married in 9 days anyways. Now, let's go to your dress fitting!"

Everything was too sketchy these past 7 days. Alaric had a sudden change in personality. An extreme one in fact. He all of the sudden became loving.

Following you everywhere.

Bringing you onto his lap while he works.

Having picnics with you.

Having tea with you.

Being your dance partner for practicing.

Locking you in his manor and giving you a splendid guest room while at it.

Coming into your room and reading you to sleep.

Increasing security around you.

Feeding you himself, personally.

Disciplining the male servants if they had touched you.

And the most weird one, not leaving your room, even while you slept.

He had changed, but for what? Now all you felt was creeped out by his sudden shift in behavior. Every single little thing done by him almost felt suffocating. Like he so desperately needed you to either be beside him or to in this manor.

You wanted to see your friends again. You wanted to talk to people again. You wanted to see your father again. You wanted to go shopping again. You wanted to see Arthur again. You wanted to do the things you did. You wanted to leave this suffocating manor for once and do something other than being restrained by him.

So you snooped. When he left, you went around his office. Previously, you had always barged into his office, always running your mouth in a tasteless way. But this time, you had avoided his office, unless he dragged you to it to be with him.

You looked around with something on your mind. "He must have the annulment papers somewhere..."

There was a family portrait of him and his father in his office. A portrait must mean that there's something behind it. Touching the frame, you opened up a secret compartment that was full of bank statements. "Elliot Lancaster, Gregory McClain, Adonis Lovesett, Adrian Hill, Arthur Johnson..."

All the men you had been with. The bank statements had shown how their wallets had gone empty in the span of a week or two.

Elliot and his family had gone bankrupt and sent to an island in the north.

Gregory had been charged with forgery and sentenced to 3 years in prison.

Adonis had been bankrupt and charged with assault against a Marquis for mingling with his wife.

Adrian had been cut off from his family due to his gambling addiction, and has now gone further in debt.

And Arthur. The nice man Arthur. His body was never founded when his mother reported him as missing.

Your eyes widened in horror as you looked at the other pages. He had planned it. From the financial debt to killing Arthur and selling his body parts on the black market. Each paper described the reports of the deeds he had done.

Especially for Arthur. His was the most gruesome one. Chopping him up into bits and selling his innards to the black market while dumping the rest to the ocean on Beckett's Beach, where you took your first date with him.

You couldn't help but squat out of fear immediately. Were you responsible for all of these mens' demise?

Would Elliot and his family still be living in the capital in peace if he never met you?

Would Gregory go back to being his artistic and art loving self if he didn't buy from that one painter you had told him to buy from?

Adonis was already kinda shitty.

Would Adrian change if you had stayed with him?

Would Arthur still be alive if you never noticed him?

You didn't know, and that's when you started crying. Your tears fell down rapidly like waterfalls. The papers, the bank statements, the pieces of news, the reports, all of them now wet with your tears on the paper. You couldn't help but feel for them, especially Arthur.

Arthur was now dead, and his mother soon meeting him.

And it felt like it was all your fault.

"We'll always be together, my lady, this old stableman promises."

Crying alone in Alaric's study, you thought about the moments you had with Arthur. They were all going to be a faded memory of the past. If only you weren't so naive and if only you knew.

"Why is my bride crying?"

Your head turned to see Alaric at the door of his study. You gulped as you got up, dusting your dress while at it. "I-it's nothing, Alaric..." you stuttered, trying to hold back your tears.

He came close towards you as he looked at all the papers on the ground and the portrait, open. He chuckled for a bit. "Did you read these?"

You shook your your head. "I just...found them, that’s all. I swear I didn't read them!"

He looked at the papers, then at you. You could tell he knew that you were lying. He always said you were an open book and how you wore your heart on your sleeve. "Don't bother lying (y/n)."

He pointed to the part on which you had stained with your tears. The paper transparent as he put the papers down on his desk, walking closer to you. Each step growing closer, each step he took feeling like he was mad. Each step felt like an eventual punishment for your actions. "Why were you snooping around in my office, (y/n)?"

You answered with the first thing on your mind. "B-because! I just...w-wanted to l-look around, Y-your Grace..."

"I told you..." He gently pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "Call my Alaric once agin, (y/n)."

His words laced with anger. He was speaking almost like he was threatening you. He looked at the pendent around your neck. Almost like he never noticed it before. Taking the pendent in his fingers, he looked at it obsessively. "Who gave you this necklace, (y/n)?"

You gulped instead of speaking. His hands felt cold when he touched your cheek, looking at you with his angry eyes. "I said, who gave you this necklace, (y/n)?"

"A-Arthur..." you mumbled.

"Who?"

"ARTHUR!" you said even louder before he started laughing hysterically.

"That peasant? Why bother keeping something cheap around your neck. I thought you hated these things?"

You used to, but now this necklace represented Arthur. "I-it's none of your b-business, Alaric!" you yelled out.

"It is my business. Considering you are to be my wife soon, something like this is unacceptable for a Duchess..."

He slowly got closer to your ear. "Especially if it came out that a peasant gave you such a thing...I wonder what would happen to your father...for allowing you to be romantically involved with a man of dirty origins..."

Your eyes widen. "Arthur isn't like that! You don't know him!"

You tried to walk out, only for Alaric to hug you from behind, holding you in a tight grip. You felt like you were losing air by the second once he held onto you. "He's never told you? His mother was apart of a brothel..."

You breath stopped as he whispered more into your ear. "He was the illegitimate son of a noble...people like that deserve to be killed for grasping an ounce of your attention..."

You tried to get out of his grip, but instead he had ripped off the necklace on your neck, letting it fall onto the floor and walking off to his desk, letting you go. You cried as you turned back to look at him. "You-you monster!"

He opened a velvet box with a diamond and sapphire necklace, placing it around your neck, smiling. "My beautiful (y/n)..."

He gripped you arms tight, dragging you to the mirror in the study while putting the necklace together, smiling.

"We will be together forever and this necklace, is to symbolize your new life as Duchess."

You only looked at yourself wearing the necklace as Alaric's hands kept you still.

"You can never leave me now..." he said, as he kissed your cheek.

You in your wedding dress as he went out into the hall.

Walking down the aisle with your father.

The flower petals dancing around you.

The songbirds singing their songs.

And your once dream husband at the alter.

"Do you take Duke Caius's hand, in sickness and in health, in wealth and or none, in forever lasting love?

"...I do..."

The final words of your previous life.

A/N: A part 3 for married life or not?

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Yandere Francis doppelgangers(poly) x reader x cheater!abusive! Boyfriend!real Francis mosses

Warning: mention of cheating, physical and mental abuse, kidnapping, murder, mention of blood, stress, depression, mention of suicidal thoughts, (people with weak heart don't read and write shit in my comments be literate and become responsible for what you read yourself after reading warning)

Authors note: I have asked long time ago if you guys would like if I wrote yandere fic on Francis mosses or doppelgangers so here we are.. Real Francis lovers don't worry I'll write another fic as soon as I'll get time for him as ml.

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"Hello??"

His rough voice came through the speaker and dread filled your body , you were frozen in your place for a second , you were not able e to form words . That's when you heard her voice.... You were right he was with Nacha ... Again.

"Who is it honey??

You heard her ask him in the background. You gulped when he replied "no one " to her. And hanged the call. You were in the kitchen preparing for the dinner waiting for your fiance (??) boyfriend to return back from his shift from work while he was out there sleeping with his ex.

The dam of your eyes broke and tears started to fall non-stop as you curled yourself into a ball in the corner and started to cry. The blue black wounds on your hands and legs from the previous beating where tingling as if mocking ; as if reminding that Francis again lied to you... That you wont ever be enough for him... That no matter what he would run back to her....

Yesterday only you two had an argument ( if that's even what you could call it) you had found lipstick mark on his white shirt collar and confronted him and he full on started to scream not even once accepting his fault but blaming you . Telling you that if you would have had not waited till marriage and gave in to him he may not have had to go to Nacha.

Yes he didn't even tried to hide the fact who it was with.. you knew that they were together before he meet you. It was young teenager love and he accidentally got her pregnant, he wanted nothing to do with the baby and so they broke up and she kept the baby.

That's why you, when you two started to date him ; you made it clear that you don't want the same to happen with you. So you would rather have sexual intercourse after marriage , as in his language no condom are "big enough to fit him" was not a good excuse for you. But soon after you two started to live together the doppelganger crisis broke and he told you to stay at home and quit your job.

So you can't even buy plan b. And you can't ask him as earlier when you suggested, he was totally against it and mostly you don't trust him . As you don't know if he would switch the pills or something else. You could have left but right now you have no job and contacting your parents was a big no no as they were never interested in you but your brothers. You left your home as soon as you turned 18 because they had demanded you to give them rent so that they would let you live in their home.

So no way out you stayed with Francis, and knowing your helplessness he left no chance to berate you. At first it was normal no talking, then it upgraded to snide remarks about you hiding that "you are infertile and you want to hide it.". or "you are forcing him to marry you so that while leaving him you could get something out of him."

Then it started to become shouting at you and throwing things. You still kept quiet cause you have no where else to go and you didnot wanted to be killed by a doppelganger while living on streets.

But then recently he have gotten a lot more violent. Hitting you, beating you. As if knowing that you are on his mercy and you can't run away even if you want to, has given him some kind of pleasure as he beats you leaving you on the floor crying in pain, and sometimes bleeding , gasping for air, to go meet his ex...or may be you are his ex now...

You have so many dreams...to open a small cafe or restaurant, that you would depend on no one... But then the doppelganger came. Ruining everything. You have lost all hope in reality. You can't go out as Francis leaves after locking the door . As if he is afraid you will call cops on him or tell other neighbours about him.

But you know other know. They all know but they keep quiet. You just want to die... It's too much.. you saw the knife you were using to cut the vegetables and a thought came cross you mind... What if you in reality died?? The knife point where you thought your vines are you were about to slice your wrist but then you heard a voice...

"Hoooon??"

You looked up and it was Francis?? But it was not him. A confused smile and pitch black eyes. It was a doppel!! You saw him come close , he was looking worryingly(??) at you holding the knife at yourself. He tried to come closer but you pushed him hard and ran for the exist door but it was suddeny shut on you face with another Francis doppel entering your house.

"Now now what we have here?~~"

The other one asked smiling at you and you fall on the floor trembling. You had heard how brutally they kill humans.. you started to cry leaving both men confused but then you said something that their nonexistent heart pained after hearing.

"Please if you are going to kill me... Give me the painless death as much as possible??"

You said trembling. And you felt cold arms wrap around your body. This long hoped affection that you had craved for days made you cry like a little child... you forgot that the person that you were hugging was not a normal human but a cold blooded monster. But despite the fact their hands were so soft on your body.

Slowly they carried you to the bed. Hooooon doppel was kissing all your wounds as the other doppel praised you for being strong. As if asking for your permission the hooooon man nudged your thighs pulling off your panties. Both men sweetly engaged with your body, carefull not to hold you roughly.

Afraid they would hurt the wounds . Your eyes watered in pleasure as a moan erupted from your throat as hoonman's tentacled tongue entered your pussy. His eyes trained solely on your expressions as the other doppel cradled your body into his chest kissing and praising; his tentacles wrapping themselves around your sensitive nipples.

The sucker latching on them as his big hands cupped your breast and giving them gentle experimental squeezes. Careful for any displeasure in your response. Soon the stimulations became too much for you as the knot in your tummy began to tighten. You whined as you came on the first doppel's tongue. Whining and panting you laid between them catching breath.

Sweetly the hoon man wipes your stray tears as the other doppel now aligned his massive tentacle like dick on your entrance. You whined hiding your face into the first doppel's chest. It was a long night for you.

You were sleeping peacefully between them wrapped into their arms as they both laid awake counting your breath.. do you know they had been stalking you for days?? The first time they saw you was a month ago when you had came down to dispose the garbage.

The second doppel had tried to enter the building but the doorman wasnot letting him in, that's when you thought it was your husband and you grabbed his hand and took him to the apartment. Your silly brain was unable to point out the odd features. He was going to kill you. But suddenly he saw your real husband and hide in the closet.

You who had entered the washroom came out as the real Francis called for you , unaware that the doppel was hiding and watching your real partner. He watched and waited for one of you to go away so that he could attack the other one. But then he heard you too quarreling and your mate hit you.

From the crack he saw that he was hurting you and then he left you on the floor unconscious. He saw the really Francis leaves after you had fallen down. So he came out to look at you. He could have killed you but his heart didn't allowed to.

After tucking you in the bed he had returned to his friend talked to him about you they both came to know about the mistreatment your mate used to give you. They both wanted you for themselves. That's why today they came . But they they saw you trying to harm yourself. Do you really thought they would hurt you??

No never...they would keep you so lovingly like their sweet little human you are.... Suddenly they heard the front door open and the cursing of your real partner, the real Francis. You stirred in bed uncomfortably by the loud cursing and hoooon doppel coverd your ears as the other ones face distorted as his eyes became Black .

He started to move and walk to the source of the voice outside the room that was making you discomfortable in your sleep .

"Hoon hoooon!!"

You woke up with a soft growling voice that the first doppelganger of Francis made. You rubbed you eyes.

"There there how was your beauty sleep my little princess??"

You hear the second doppel ask . You saw him standing at the door all naked only wearing a pink apron smiling at you . You don't know why your eyes got down and you saw a prominent buldge on the lower half of the apron and blushed heavily. But your blushed was cut by laugh of the second doppel and your hoon man whined .

You looked at him and he was clinging at your waist nuzzling between your breasts . It didn't took long for you to notice he was still inside you when he rolled his hips slowly and your head was thrown back into the pillow. The second doppel then came and kisses your forehead sweetly.

"The breakfast is ready love ... Take a shower while I and him clean the house??"

With that he grabbed the hoon doppel by the back of his neck to drag him off you and out of the room. It has been a month or so and you still haven't gotten out of the house. As they said it won't be bad if they are with you but while alone other doppelgangers may attack you as their smell on you could attract them.

So you have given up going out all together, as well as they leave you trembling after each love making session that its too much, even if you walk around the house after that. They never shout at you, just scold you sometimes as they still are afraid that you will hurt yourself when you touch something that is dangerous in their eyes.

You still remember how much hoon man was scared when they both saw you cutting veges after they came home after a long day of 'work" the second doppel was quick to take the knife while hoon was ....he was on his knees crying "hoon hoon" as if asking why you were hurting yourself hugging you close .

And after that they do all the chores and you were truly happy with them. They may look like monsters to humans , but you have lived with human too and you have known how much of a monster they(human) can be.. for now you gathered yourself to walk to washroom.

You really want to see their shiny eyes while you eat the food they had made and praise them..

You have been hearing shuffling in the basement for a while. You have talked about it to hoonman and honey( as you have named the second doppel)but they both didn't told you anything, as well as you had noticed the paling of their face too. They have told you not to go there too.. you are just curious..... And scared for your both partners... What if it was DDD??

So while they were out at work....and honey has told you he got a real work in the place of a human he killed recently... You got down there.... You saw Francis... The real one tied up on the chair there , he was badly beaten. And as soon as he saw you he started to wiggle as if he wanted to say something.

You got closer and pulled out the clothed stuffed in his mouth. And he laughed

"Oh... Baby... I missed you so much.... I love you... Please untie me??? We must call DDD right now they... They might hurt you too.."

You were looking at him with a frown on your face... Your hoon and honey hurt you?? Never.... And as if you would untie him and as if he have noticed something he said again...

"Wait.... Arenot you going to help me... And why... Why are you wearing clean clothes??? Weren't you also captured??? You whore.... Untie me now.... You slut you better open the binds or I'll teach you a fucking less.."

Your body had frozen as you heard those words again. The same things but suddenly you heard a familiar voice again..

"Hoon??" (Are you ok baby??)

You felt two hands covering you ears as he hugged you from behind. You turned around into his chest hugging him back. And you saw honey his face distorted eyes black as he entered the basement with a hammer, walking to Francis . Hoonman carried you out of the basement as you heard honey's out break.

"You dare call her names??? I should have killed you long ago...!!"

And you only heard the hitting of hammer and Francis's muffled screams. Hoon was sitting on the couch with you on his lap. Doing his best to distract you and then you heard honey .

"I have told you not to go down there.... What if... What if you have had untied him and he had hurted you??? Hmm???"

Honey was drenched in blood as he was telling you with trembling voice.

"You were afraid I'll leave you two and choose him??" You asked..

"Well isn't that given we are monsters.. and he is a human.."

He was cut off by your kiss, his knees hitting the carpeted floor to get to your height. When you pulled away you heard hoon whine.. you giggled and kisses him too.

" He was the real monster who was not able to feel the pain he was inflecting on me... You two are not..." And you two better go and take a shower !! I don't want blood on my clean floor!!"

Both the men looked at each other and then smiled as if they had made a plan. And swoop!!! honey picked you up and started to walk to the washroom with hoon behind him. All three entered the washroom and they began to shed your clothes as you hear the two say.

"Well why not we shower together love??"

"Hoonhooonhooooon!!"

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Insecurity [Fem Reader x Yandere Male]

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Warning! This is a VERY self indulgent yandere fic. Describes stalking and creepy behavior. Long descriptions of body shaming and (you guessed it) insecurities done by the reader. Done in one take and not edited very well.

Brains and brawn may compete to be superior. But it was beauty that triumphed both.

Beauty that you craved. To be beautiful, to be seen as attractive. Hell to even have someone think that you just made the cut to be 'cute' would be all you need.

Yet you never got a second glance your way all your life. The people around you, your friends, your family, even strangers on the street looked better then you.

Were you too fat? Too skinny? Disproportionate? Maybe your cheeks were chubby or gaunt.

You didn't know and every glance in the mirror was a scathing reminder of what was wrong with you, with your face, with your body.

A new flaw was found each time and the previous ones only grew worse.

It began small when you were just young enough to notice that pretty people were treated differently.

At first it didn't bother you, you would hit puberty, you would get that magical glow up sometime soon.

But those hopes grew dimmer with each passing day. Sure you changed but it was basically for the worse. Now you looked and felt awkward in your own body.

People you were interested in laughed around your friends freely and only gave a hesitant pitying chuckle or hum when you spoke. Right before going back to your friends without another glance as you would stare at the floor and worry if you said something bad or if you just looked bad.

But your friends had completely different genes then you. Surely it could just be an ethnicity preference right?

Nope, you were proven wrong when family members your age with similar enough skin tone or eye shape or lip shape or anything else you had who had no problem attracting people.

‘You shouldn't judge a book by its cover.’ 

‘The right person will like you for you and not your looks.’

Sayings that you took to heart to console yourself but it was like poison to your brain and heart.

The thoughts mutated from picking at your body to your personality too. Yet you still tried to be presentable in some way.

Scrubbing your body every shower till the skin was raw red. As many products you could get a hold on to treat the stubborn acne that just wouldn't go away. Plucking any out of place hairs on your face and shaving anything that could cause people to even think of you as hairy.

The only thing you didn't touch was the makeup that was tempting yet scary to you.

You heard everyone talk about it. Other girls bragging about how they snagged a hot guy with the right makeup. Only for the guys to whisper their disgust at their bare face.

Girls complaining about the increased acne and costs of make up. Guys praising about how ‘natural’ their girlfriends were when you could see the layers they had on, clearly unable to tell the difference.

Pros and cons were thrown all around but whenever you asked if make up was good or not, you recieved the same damn answer.

‘The right guy will like you for you. With or without makeup.’

You weren't oblivious to how neither told you that you were beautiful just the way you were.

The only ones who did were the sought after attractive women who only said it to console you in some way.

In the end you waited too long. By the time you got the courage to seriously try, you were out of high-school and too deeply involved in life to have time to struggle and fail.

It only ate away at your conscious but the fear of being ridiculed and laughed at for wearing bad makeup that made you even uglier then you already were was enough to stress you to tears.

What could you do but give up?

Maybe you were better off this way. 

Alone you weren't going to be hurt in a relationship. 

Alone you couldn't cry over your nonexistent boyfriend's insults when you fight.

Alone you would never be validated in your sinking thoughts of what a failure of person you were.

That's probably why you could never feel validated in whether you were attractive as you matured. The self loathing thoughts and feelings grew but you kept it locked away. 

Mirrors were scarcely seen and photos were always refused or just ignored. It was like the insults were written on your face for all to laugh at.

So why the hell were you the one targeted by some random guy in your college to be stalked?

This wasn't the first time you've seen him but this was definitely the closest he's ever come to you as you sit in a library just a table away from him.

His eyes were still on you as you stared nervously at your computer screen. You haven't been able to type a single word since you noticed his presence.

Subtly you looked up and scanned the room just to take another peek at him.

Yup, he was attractive as hell. Way out of your league.

Handsome, fit, and tall. He's got it all yet he's watching you with a smile that borders between sexy and hungry.

He's got the serial killer vibe down to the art cause that's the only fucking reason he could be stalking you for the past few weeks. 

It was around a month ago that you actually noticed him. Simply brushing off his glances as something he was directing to your friends.

After you left to the bathroom and came back you locked eyes with him. He kept that stare up even as you blushed and looked away.

It didn't even occur to you that he thought you were attractive, you just thought that you had food staining your lips.

Sitting back with your friends, you couldn't push down the feeling of being the ugly duckling as you all laughed at a joke yet yours was like nails on a chalkboard.

Loud, out of tune and unwanted.

It took a week for you to note the footsteps behind you whenever you walked back to your car after late night classes.

When you noticed that it was him again, you brushed it off thinking that he just had late classes.

His stares were probably just ones of worry since it was nearing midnight and you were walking alone. You had heard about him before, a kind man that was as charming as he was sweet.

An ideal man that you wouldn't suspect. Which only made the serial killer suspicion much stronger when you overheard him denying having classes on the days of your late night classes.

But even then it would be crazy to assume he's stalking you. At least until you saw his car parked just a block away from your house when you were positive he lived in a different city.

It was the weekend for crying out loud! There was no way in hell that he could be near your house every weekend.

But maybe he had family or friends or anything else attractive popular people had going on.

Besides if he was just normal and interested romantically, he would be chatting up your friends. If he was a serial killer then he would still be targeting your friends. You've never heard of a serial killer who only targeted ugly people. 

You'd rather be a surprise suicide then be known as a victim of a serial killer who's MO was ugly people. Even you had a limit.

But the anxiety over the situation was killing you. As a last ditch effort last week you decided to test something out.

Yesterday you loudly told your friends that you planned on doing some vigorous self studying tomorrow for the upcoming exam at the library. You knew that none of them would be able to make it due to their various personal responsibilities but that was the point.

And you were fucking right as he keeps his eyes on you when you knew he didn't have any classes today. And it's not like he's studying with his bag still on the chair and his lips sucking on the straw in the drink he had in his hands.

So what if you eyed the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each gulp?

He's probably planning on using this opportunity to kill you since you're all alone. Might as well let your eyes feast on something good before your death.

Holding back your anxiety over how he'll slaughter you, you heard another student walk up to him and clap his shoulder.

“What's good man? Didn't expect to see you here today. Thought you told me that your next class wasn't till Monday?”

Fucking called it!

But before you could celebrate your minor and frankly bad news considering that you've been confirmed to have a serial killer on your trail, you heard your stalker respond.

“Nothing much, just came here to study while we still have time before the midterms.” He chuckled and you could only bite your lips in jealousy.

Damn him for having such a nice voice. It was smooth and rich, the kind of voice you knew would make anyone melt at the sound.

An all around 10/10 and you wished that you could take even half a point from him.

It was too much, the revelation that you're going to be murdered soon paired with having to hear your soon to be murderer having got the greatest luck in life to be attractive was too distracting.

Packing up quickly you tried to leave without being noticed as you caught the end of the conversation.

“You should come to my place for the weekend. I've invited a few hot chicks and-”

“Sorry, I've already got plans for the this weekend. I'll be real busy till the exam and maybe even then for a while. I'll catch you later though.”

Walking out the library you made a beeline for the campus exit when you heard the heavy footsteps of him close by. 

Damn it, you should have just stayed inside.

The streets weren't very crowded as a festival was being held on the other side of the city for some holiday you didn't care to remember.

Therefore it quickly became just you and him on the walk to the garage. The tight grip you had on your bag loosened as you tried to rationalize everything. 

Maybe he wasn't a serial killer and you were just paranoid. Everything could just be a coincidence that you're blowing out of proportion.

Getting to your car you fumbled with your keys as the sweat of your palms made it hard to sort through. 

Maybe you weren't fucked is what you would think if a large hand wasn't pressed against the rim of your beat up car from behind you as hot air ghosted your neck.

“Sorry if I startled you, you're Y/n right? One of your friends was talking to me about you.”

Stiff as a board you turned around and all the blood drained from your face at the way he towered over you.

Only for it to come rushing back and burn your cheeks as he leaned down. Pretty eyes stared into yours as his soft yet slightly curled hair framed his face.

His lips pulled into a smile as you leaned away till your back was touching your car as he asked. “Sorry if this is a bit sudden but I needed some help with one of my classes and she said that you aced it last semester.”

“Do you mind coming over to my place tomorrow to help me with it?”

You were so fucked.

This right here is mostly for myself but also for all my fellow insecure girlies who can't get behind certain portrayals of fem readers.

I recently read one that gave such a detailed description of a fem readers body who didn't tag it correctly and felt like shit after reading.

This isn't going to be serious, it's comedic mostly and pretty much self indulgent as warned above. It's also an outlet for me to finally get those stupid thoughts out of my head.

It's also a callback to the original reason I was attracted to yanderes if it wasn't obvious. Also I have no clue on what name or appearance aside from his hair to give him. So if anyone has any ideas go ahead and put them in the comments or send a ask so I can decide.

KINKTOBER Day #12- Somnophilia- Bo Sinclair

The minute Bo would walk in and see you sleeping in nothing but his shirt and some panties, he instantly gets a boner. Just the way you lay there so peaceful unknowing of the way your lover stares at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

He would always start out my gently rubbing up and down your legs, feeling the heat coming off of you even while you are resting so peacefully. He would tell you that to him it's the best feeling in the world just touching you like that if his ego wasn't so big. His next favorite would be the wet patch in your panties that's always waiting for him.

Sometimes he likes to spread your legs open and wake you up by sucking on your clit and having his fingers thrust right into the spot he knows you love the best. Other times he likes to gently move you to lay on your back, and take ribbon to tie your hands to the bedpost. If he sees you shift even the slightest he will stop and wait for you to go right back into that comfortable slumber you enjoy so sweetly. The minute he has you right where he wants you he slides his thick cock inside of you and watches the way you whine in your sleep. 100% whispers dirty shit to you whether you hear it or not. He says things like "Shhhh honey bee, just go back to bed, daddy has you" This I feel like is one of the rare times Bo prefers to have softer sex with you, which like i said is RARE. He loves to thrust softly but deeply to see how long you can handle the drag of his cock inside of you before you wake up with that gorgeous moan you always let out. If you wake up while he fucks you then he loves to reach up and grab your chin to make you look at him and say "Good morning baby doll, I just couldn't help myself......saw you layin' all pretty like this". Sometimes he would just slide his cock in you and stay like that while you rested. He for sure down to cock warm with you in this scenario.

cheater x reader

“Imagine finding out the one you love most… has been with another.”

TW: look at tags. MDNI

wordcount: 2,611

part 2

She was one of your friends, not extremely close but a seemingly sweet person to have in your circle. She was bright, honest, and beautiful. She had simply mentioned it one day during your friend group’s monthly meet-up. You can’t exactly remember what brought it up, but she laughed and talked about her time with him. At the time, you cocked your head to the side and said, “I didn’t realize the two of you were together before us.”

Her face dropped. “No, it was when the two of you had separated.” She tentatively reached for you, face twisting.

“Separated?” You questioned, quietly.

 “He told me that you knew, that it was okay because…” Tears sprung to her eyes. “I swear I would never!” You believed her. That made it all the worse. You smiled gently at her, thinking it was you who should be crying. Your friends had fallen silent, unsure what to do with the sudden change of atmosphere. Her hands slipped from your shoulders as you stood.

You told her it was okay, that it wasn’t her fault. You smiled and waved to your friends as you tensely left, ignoring the frantic whispering left in your wake. 

It’s barely been a weak since then. Her texts have gone unread, and your boyfriend is none the wiser. You have been lightheaded most days, on the verge of tears all others. Only when he was gone, though. You just needed a few days to figure out how to address this, if at all. You kissed him each morning as he left for work, and immediately ran to the toilet to dry heave. You realized you couldn’t stand touching him knowing he had touched another. Would this feeling go away? 

Tonight, the two of you were watching a movie together like you usually did each week. He had thrown a blanket over the two of you, snacks settled in between. But then he settled his hand on your thigh. Usually, you could sigh happily and move to cuddle into him. Tonight, you could barely hold back your shiver of disgust, and your face suddenly squished in revulsion. His face was locked onto the movie. He hadn’t noticed; good. You just had to keep it together for a few hours and then you could go to bed and relax. Just… be normal. 

It was about halfway through when he paused the movie and pulled the blanket off of you. You realized a second too late that your hands were curled up painfully on your lap; that your body was ramrod straight and visually stiff. You weren't able to relax in time. 

“What’s going on? You’ve been like this the whole movie.” So he had noticed. You gave him a sweet smile (or as sweet as you could attempt) and slouched into the couch, casually reaching for a snack. 

“I’m just really focused on the movie, baby,” you said and the word felt like bees coming out of your mouth. Maybe it was a weak lie or maybe he was more observant than you thought. 

“If you were focused you wouldn’t be jumping away from me every time I touch you. Something’s wrong.” His eyebrows were scrunched in concern, voice soft and soothing. Old you would have instantly caved, fallen into his arms, and cried about your problems while he wiped your tears away. Current you grimaced, feeling trapped and suddenly fidgety. 

“Just period cramps, seriously.” This all felt ridiculous. You were overreacting, obviously, but you couldn’t control the way you felt. The first tinges of nausea tickled your stomach. Just drop it. Just leave it alone. Relief flooded his face. 

“You should have said something! C’mon, you know I love taking care of you.” And he was reaching for you, too quick for you to stop him. Your breath stuttered, shoulders going taunt, stomach aching. One hand was gently caressing your face, thumb petting your cheekbone. He had nice hands. Long, thick fingers and a defined palm. Always clean and well-manicured. Strong and gentle. Hands that hold and protect. Hands that held you, soothed you, protected you.

Hands that were defiled from touching another. 

The thought startled you into standing, snacks scattering to the floor. You felt sick and panicky. Your stomach heaved. 

He followed you as you dashed into the bathroom; was quick to gather your hair from your face as you heaved into the toilet. You started crying, tears plopping into the toilet. He shushed you, using his other hand to rub circles into your back. So sweet. So attentive. Had he been attentive to her, listening to her moans and finding which parts of her were extra sensitive? 

You wiped your mouth with your arm harshly, your scalp burning from where he touched you. It surprised both of you when you jerked away with a loud cry of “Stop fucking touching me!”, hands scrambling to find a purchase on the wall behind you. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as the room started spinning, lungs working overtime. Your legs turned into jello, unable to hold you any longer. You plopped uncomfortably to the ground, trying to keep your sobs to a minimum. 

He was left, hand outstretched, a few strands of hair woven between his fingers. Had he gripped her hair similarly, stretching her head back so he could lavish kisses on her neck while he worked her steadily from behind?  

“The fuck…” was all he whispered. He looked at you like you were insane. Maybe you were. And then he blinked, and his posture changed from one of defense and surprise to one of sadness and empathy. He folded his legs beneath him, making himself smaller in front of you. A few minutes passed as he waited patiently for your lungs to settle into a more normal pace. He hummed and whispered soft assurances, and yet your bawling wouldn’t cease. All the patience in the world couldn’t change things, you decided. 

“You’re breaking my heart, Beaver. Just tell me what’s going on. I won’t touch you, but you gotta say something. It’ll be okay, I promise.” 

The fucking nickname. The one he had given to you on one of your first dates. Something that had stuck with you years after. A romantic walk outside and you got so cold your teeth started chattering. He laughed and tugged you close, sharing his body heat with you. “You remind me of a beaver, you know?” He would teasingly rub at your front teeth with his cock, purring that you’d better not bite down. 

Had he thought of you with his cock wrapped around her lips? Comparing your mouth to hers?

Another sob tore out of you, followed by a weak laugh. “I thought I was good enough for you, thought I could be enough,” you blubbered, rubbing at your aching throat. “But I know now I’ll never be the one. Fuck, all those wasted years. Years I thought you loved me and…” Another sob wanted to come out, but you squeezed your throat, refusing. You weren’t sure what you were saying; what was true and what you felt. You just knew you were hurt, and at this moment, believed nothing could fix it. 

His eyes watered, hands clenching. All he wanted to do was wrap you up and bring you to bed. Whisper assurances into your ear to help you fall asleep. Wipe your blotchy face with a warm washcloth. Love you. 

“How could you love me but touch another? How?” The last part was whispered. The bathroom went silent aside from the drip of the leaky faucet that had been bothering you for months. You felt exhausted, unexpectedly, but dragged your eyes up anyway, wondering why he hadn’t said anything. 

Tears dripped readily from his eyes, staring wide and disbelieving at you. His mouth was covered by one of his hands in an expression of shock. 

“When did you find out?” He whimpered. He sounded like the one who had been hurt and wronged, and it irritated you. You told him it was a week ago, during your monthly friend meet-up. He responded to that by scrunching his eyes together, mouth clearly pulled into a grimace behind his shaking hand. 

“You were never supposed to know, Beaver. Never…” 

The tile beneath you was cold as you spoke, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.” He flinched and was unable to stop the sob that left him. 

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt, please. I never wanted to do that to you. You’re the love of my life, I promise. I love you, baby, I do! Just… don't leave me!” He sniveled. Your jaw jumped as you watched him. It was hard not to cry with him. Hard not to crawl to the toilet and let out another round of dry heaves.

“So why..?” You pulled your legs underneath you, craving stability. 

“I never felt for her like I do with you. She was only a replacement: could never compare to you. Do you… do you remember that month you were gone for your sister’s wedding in Europe? I couldn’t come because I had work and I missed you so fucking much. We tried over the phone but I got desperate, Beaver! And she was simply convenient, just a body for me to use. I swear!” He was breathless as he spoke, chest heaving but eyes steady on you. 

Vomit crawled up your throat, and this time you couldn’t stop it. You rolled forward, what little that was in your stomach dripping onto the floor alongside the burning acid in your throat. 

He had to lean forward as you spoke your next words, so quiet he thought he had imagined them.

“I could never touch you again.” 

You said it louder, still shaky but firm. 

“I’ll never touch you again.”

Sometime later, after shared heavy breaths and multiple attempts to pull yourself together, you finally sat up. Your body obviously couldn’t take any more, you had to leave. Just had to… get away.

“I’m going to back some bags… I’ll come by in the next few days to grab the rest of my stuff and hash out financials. And then, you won’t ever see me again.” 

You stood, looking down at him. His head was slouched, shoulders rolled into himself. Hair shrouding his expression. A moment passed. He said nothing. 

So you took a step away, the first step away from this man who had just thoroughly broken your heart, and perhaps a step into healing. And another. And every step after that was the same. 

Two weeks later, you politely knocked on the front door of your shared apartment. You had a key, of course, but felt it was only right to knock. No response. You counted to 60, knocked, and again there was no response. Visibly relaxing, you unlocked the door and let yourself in. You knew he was usually at work at this time of day but still thanked whatever god there was that you didn’t have to face him. 

The apartment was… cold. Not only in temperature, but its atmosphere was completely off. He had obviously removed any item that was yours, so it felt much more barren… but that wasn’t it. Goosebumps rose on your arms, intuition screaming at you. Something was wrong. 

And you realized that not only your stuff was gone, but his was too. All personal items, anything that makes a home a home - was gone. The only things left were the biggest items, like the couch and kitchen table. A million thoughts and questions ran though your head at the sight, but you powered on. To the bedroom then…

The door was closed, and you hesitated opening it. Maybe you should have brought your sister with you, (like she had wanted but you refused), if only to feel better. She would roll her eyes at your hesitance and tell you to get your ass moving and finally remove yourself from that asshole’s life. Grumbling at the thought, you opened the door - and stopped immediately. 

There he was. Sitting casually at the end of the bed, smiling at you. The room was empty like the rest of the apartment. 

“You’re not at work!” You gaped. 

“I quit.” 

He stood up, and you felt all your feelings of uneasiness rush back to you. He had always been big and tall, someone who brought you feelings of safety. Right now, he looked like a predator - smile too big and eyes too lifeless. You stepped back and tried to smile. It was wobbly and weak.

“Ah, okay. I’ll come back a different time, then.” 

He tilted his head, looking at you inquisitively. “You think so?” He asked. Another step towards you. You glanced down the hallway towards the front door. 

“I’ve got all our things packed up, Beaver. We won’t ever come back here.” You stilled, not moving as he stood right in front of you. 

You felt surprisingly calm as you spoke, “You’re making me nervous, Emery. Whatever you’re thinking, I need you to slow down and think again.” He had never been aggressive or pushy during your relationship, but you knew at that moment that something was truly wrong.

“All I’ve been doing is thinking. I’ve been thinking that I need you -I love you. I want to marry you someday. Have kids and a big house with you. Thinking that I can’t let you just throw this away. Won’t let you. Thinking all I want to do is kiss you and hold you and keep you safe. And thinking-” His talking was getting faster and more agitated, and his eyes got dark as he looked at you. This was derailing, fast.

“Em! Calm down. This isn’t you, “ you spoke softly and calmly, ignoring your racing heart. He immediately went silent as you spoke, dangerously attentive. You even went so far as to place a hand on his chest, feeling that his heart was just as fast as yours. 

“I… I want to discuss things with you and figure this all out too. But not like this, okay? Let’s... Let's go get a coffee somewhere. We’re kind of a mess right now, right? That’s okay, but it can’t be solved by whatever you’re thinking. I love you.” A lie. All lies. You stopped loving him the moment he confessed to you in that bathroom. You cared, sure, but any romantic love and intimacy felt like a thing of the past to you now. But you were also saying whatever you could to get out of this apartment and to somewhere public, where he couldn’t… hurt you. 

He blinked down at you, eyes momentarily clear. 

“You want to talk things out…?” He questions himself. You open your mouth to respond, but something changes in his expression. Eyes go dark again as he looks down at your hand still on his chest. Your hand is shaking.

“You’ve always been a bad liar.” 

Pain blossoms around your neck, and you are lifted off your feet and slammed into the wall behind you. His hands are sweaty and nearly slipping as he chokes the life out of you. Tears blossom in your eyes as you know any goodness that was in his heart isn’t strong enough to overcome this. He’s panting as he squeezes, eyes flicking between watching your pained expression and his large hands around your comparatively small throat. 

“How… how could i…” you cough, spittle flying. “How could I have ever loved you...” The last thing you see before you faint is his expression shifting from one of almost euphoria into one of agony.