Please, Please, Please (yandere male x you)
yes it's inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's song
hint: unhealthy (lifestyle) reader, the yandere does some questionable things
The venue was dim and surrounding loud, you were drunk as hell, that's when he spotted you.
He knew it wasn't the right time and place for this but just couldn't pass it up.
You had no recollection of the night but kinda guessed what happened when you woke up lying next to him.
He said something but you didn't hear.
You groaned and rolled over.
He said something again, but your head was killing you, everything sounded like buzzing so you said "fine, shut up".
He started hugging and kissing you, only then you realised he said: "Let's date, no, let's get married!"
Of course, you did not get married, but you did end up in a relationship with him. Might as well.
He was thrilled. He'd been in love before but always fell out of it so fast. However you were different, you made his heart beat fast, you made him feel like exploding, with all his guts smeared on you so you may never be apart.
You guys went on cute dates and romantic nights. He loved you dearly and you? You were intrigued by this new relationship in your life, but...all things comes to an end, eventually.
The signs were always there, the cracks slowly formed. Things were good with him for a while, but you can't help it, you didn't mean to hurt your poor boyfriend but, you just get so bored.
You used to drink a ton, inhale unknown substances, and frequently partied out with friends. He managed to make you slow down a little, but now? You're going back to your old ways.
He went with you everywhere, carried you home when you blacked out, cared for you diligently. He was blinded by love, by deliberate ignorance, by your dismissing smile.
Things really fell apart when you started to lose interest. You were no longer fascinated by him, no longer impressed nor thankful for how thoughtful with care he was.
You turned cold. You'd leave to party alone, ignoring his messages and the plead in his eyes.
It'll be like all the other guys before him, they try, then leave. Then you can go back to filling the void in your heart with substances and fill the silence with unfamiliar crowds.
However, he did not leave. Not even a little bit.
He tried harder, cared for you more, turned up at whichever bar or party you are to bring you home when you finish.
Why is he doing all this?
But is that it? Is love alone enough to make someone compromise like this? You haven't even been together that long?
Another night at the bar, you were hit on by a rando, dude says "I love you" but you only see lust. Ugh.
For the first time in months you wonder where your boyfriend is? What is he doing at this time?
You walk outside the bar, expecting him to be right there to take you home like always, but the street is empty.
Oh. Maybe he's late? You walk down the street, trying to ignore the voice in the back of your head screaming he'd finally left you.
Suddenly you don't know anything anymore, you're in the air and the world is spinning, then you're on the floor, your surrounding a blur, and then, hospital.
Bright lights came and went, your boyfriend bawling his eyes out when you open your eyes confused. The cast on your leg.
You've been hit by a car, and your leg is broken. But it's ok, the surgery was a success so you're only going to need crutches for a little bit.
Your boyfriend, however, decides it absolutely won't do, so he gets you a wheelchair and takes time off work to care for you.
You're overwhelmed by guilt.
"You don't have to do this..."
"You mean more than anything to me."
He did not complain, he did not resent, he love and care for you all the same.
But it was tough on you, because he couldn't (and wouldn't) get you your usual clubbing drugs so you were forced to go sober, on top of that, you've been sulking because well, none of your "friends" cared enough to visit you in the hospital. No one even checked on you, fucking assholes.
It was also tough for him. He tried his hardest not saying anything, but you noticed the stress, so you asked. He looked nervous.
"I...I was thinking we can move out...to uhh, another suburb. Further away from the city...But only if you want to, of course!"
And it dawned on you. It's too expensive to maintain this lifestyle.
The new suburb is nice, very far away from the city but the house is spacious with a pretty garden, it's just...So quiet. Too quiet. You're getting bored but it's ok, your leg healed.
Your leg finally healed! You ask your boyfriend to use his car, so you can go to the city to see if your old casual job still wants you (and to get some much needed high, obviously).
"I got rid of the car. We don't need it anymore. And no more jobs. If you want anything just let me know and I'll organise it to be delivered."
"What do you mean? I...Thought we're financially struggling?"
He smiled and held your hands.
"It was implied, wasn't it? I'm not struggling, and I'll never let you struggle. This is my parents property." He put his forehead against yours, "I was so happy when you agreed to move! You care about me! I love you so much."
"T-then why did we move so far out? And you never told me your parents are...Rich??"
His kiss you gently on the nose.
"Don't worry about it, don't worry about anything, just stay with me, we have everything. You'll be happy, we had it so good..."
"No, I need to know. What's going on? Where is the car? I need to go out, I'm so fucking bored."
"Of course you do. You always need to go out. But you just couldn't spare any time for me. Me!" His tone turns spiteful, "I gave you so much, yet you made me look like a fool! I was trying so hard too, to live a normal life and have a normal job, but YOU! YOU came along and ruined everything and now I'm just like my mother!"
What the fuck...You're lost for words.
"That night I was late because I took care of those 'friends' of yours...They were terrible influence on you, you see...I can't stand them, not even a little."
"Oh nothing crazy, just alcohol poisoning and overdose. Y'know, the least suspicious route."
"Did...Did you...My leg-"
"Oh that wasn't me, I would never hurt you. Though it did lead to you staying put so, I gave that driver a quick death-"
You turn to the door and put your newly healed leg into good use. You can't take it anymore, fuck this and fuck everything!
You run outside and into the garden, through the parts you've explored, into the parts you didn't, away from the house, away from him.
You run out of breath but you keep running, your legs start to feel limp but you keep running, you kept running and running until you came face to face with...A wall.
The wall stretched to both sides, as far as you can see, and It's so much taller than you.
Can you even climb over that? You take a few steps back and run towards the wall but suddenly you're tackled to the ground!
"No, no, no! Let me go!" You struggle as he tie your arms behind your back with his belt, "I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU LET ME GO!"
"Shh- don't say that ever again." You flinch a little when he put his figure on your lips. He look and sound so unfamiliar...
"I'll have to remember to put barbed wire around the wall." he gently carry you over his shoulder and starts walking back.
"You know, you were much more cooperative when your leg was out of commission, shall we look to permanently disable both?"
author note: wrote this at work, lol
