The Early Hours

YANDERE ANTON X FEM READER

(No one really writes any Yandere Anton content so I thought I would!<3)

• Yandere Anton! who probably first meets you at a diner or convenience store. He thinks nothing at first going about his business, after a minute or two of both of you being there some old sweaty man in a dirty pair of jeans hits on you.

• You politely decline the man’s offer of going back to his place. But of course, he just can’t take a hint.

• Anton notices you loosing your composure, the way your eyebrows pull together and your teeth dig into your bottom lip. He won’t interfere.

• He observes, expecting you to loose your cool. Instead, like the flip of a switch, the corners of your mouth turn up and your eyes squint at the unhygienic man.

• “Hey, come outside with me?”

• The man lets a dirty grin slip as he wraps an arm around your waist.

• “Ahh, you should’ve said that in the beginning little lady!”

• Anton watch’s you walk away before going back to his thoughts. Quickly forgetting about you and the man.

• Once Anton’s grabbed what he needs for the road, he swiftly leaves the small shop and makes his way to “his” car.

• Before he can open the door however, he hears a soft wheeze and a yelp of pain coming from behind the store.

• His eyes scan around before pulling out his cattle gun from the passenger seat.

• Once he makes it to the back of the building does he finally see where the noises are coming from.

• You look so unbothered while you pull the man’s teeth out one by one that it actually surprises Anton.

• he wasn’t expecting such a small thing like you to be able to do something like that.

• One thing leads to another, and suddenly you’re sitting next to Anton as he drives, both of you wondering why you’re still alive.

• Yandere Anton! Who is a man of few words. If it doesn’t need to be said he won’t say it. What’s the need for that?

• So, when you try to start a conversation, it doesn’t go well. Anything you say is met with a long and awkward silence.

• After awhile of staring at the dry lands of the deserted country however, not talking may as well be a death sentence. You’re just so bored!

• Who cares if he doesn’t talk back? That’s how you end up rambling on about different things. Your hobbies, the weather, what type of tree you like, the economic and political state of the world, everything.

• If it was anyone else, you’d have been left in a ditch a long ways back, but for some reason you’re not. Even Anton doesn’t know what’s stopping him. Was it because your behavior made him want to analyze and pick you apart? Because you were useful? Who knows.

• Eventually the sickening heat that washes over you makes your limbs feel heavy as you drift into a sleep like state. The man beside you clenches the steering wheel for a moment before glancing over, anyone could tell he was fighting himself. Why the hell did he take you with him??? It would have been easier to kill you.

• Anton ends up doing more than a small glance towards your direction, he scans you over trying to figure out what made you so appealing. Your head leans against the glass, a couple of stray hairs curving around the structure of your face, your wearing a lace top that rolls over your curves and a pair of jeans that made you look like an angel.

• alright, you look nice.. but that isn’t it either.

• Yandere Anton! who stops at a motel for the night, you still being passed out beside him. Once he cuts the engine off there’s a small moment of silence as he stares at you. His calloused hands tuck your hair behind your ear before waking you up, saying a quiet “Get out” — he doesn’t look at you as he grabs his things.

• Your eyes flutter open to see him walking away, you hurriedly grab your things and catch up to him.

• Now that you’re standing beside him you realize just how tall he is — your head only reaches to his chest.

• After he goes to the front desk to get a room, you both arrive — Anton going to take a shower while your left in the room alone.

• Both you and him know you won’t run. For now, at least.

• As you look at the room without Anton breathing down your neck do you realize one problem, there’s only one bed. You let out a sigh once you acknowledge that the strange man wouldn’t care anyways. I guess this is a you problem now, sorry!

• Not wanting to sleep next to that psycho you grab a spare blanket and drape it across the carpeted floor.

• When Anton is done he’s met with you sprawling across the floor, it immediately clicks in his head what you’re doing but he’d like to drag this on a little further.

• “What are you doing.”

• “Uhm, I’m sleeping on the ground?”

• “You’re sleeping on the ground.” His lips curl up a bit as he lets out an amused sigh.

• “Uhh, I think so?”

• “You think so? Either you are or you’re not.”

• “I just thought it made more sense..”

• “That’s not what I asked you.”

• Your lips part as you try to find something to say but before you can his deep voice is already beating through the room.

• “Get up. You’re sleeping on the bed.”

• “The bed?”

• “You’re not very good at listening, are you.”

• You know it’s not a question when you awkwardly slide under the covers. Facing away from him and laying at the edge of the bed.

• The room is suddenly shrouded in darkness as you feel the bed dip beside you.

• You hear an exhale before Anton asks, “Are you scared of me?”.

• He doesn’t sound too bothered by the idea, a lilt at the end making you think he’s mocking you — he probably is.

• You stay silent as you try falling asleep.

YANDERE RUNNER X READER

Synopsis- The track team was an outlet for your anxiety. You’d run until you were the last one standing, in some ways it helped. The cool autumn air, the early morning fog, the quiet. One day when a new member joins- his voice fills that silence. He won’t leave you alone and everyone notices his strange behavior towards you. Thing is, you’re beginning to catch on too.

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“Did you hear? There’s going to be a new member.”

“Oh, seriously? I thought that was just a rumor…”

The wet grass of the football field digs into your legs as you watch the traffic from outside of the school yard past the metal fence.

Sleep held onto your short track uniform which couldn’t prevent the cold from biting at your shivering limbs.

‘I’ll have to switch to my winter clothes soon.’

The thought makes you pull your knees to your chest.

You all sit in a circular formation with the coach off to the side talking with another teacher, their quiet whispers reaching your ears.

“…. I thought recruiting was over? Why is….. trying so hard…… to get him in?”

Their conversation comes out in small pieces that you can’t quite grasp, who’s joining?

Moments of quiet silence pass by as you all begin to start the ground stretches, limbs reaching across the artificial greenery.

Calm footsteps come from the opposite direction of the field towards your team. Before you know it, you hear a polite voice behind you. His words being slightly muted by the gauzy morning fog.

“Hi there, I’ll be joining the track team from now on. I hope we can become familiar with each other!”

His voice is smooth and softening that it makes the air against your skin brush against you like delicate hands. Theirs an edge to it however, one you can’t ignore. One that pulls your attention from your extending form and towards the tall boy behind you.

The coach swiftly brings everyone’s eyes back to himself by officially introducing the new recruit. Instructing everyone to keep stretching, he goes back to sit beside the teacher at the side of the basketball net.

“Hmm. What’s your name?”

You feel the space beside you get taken as the tall male sits too close for Comfort- shoulders pulling in as you try to make distance.

•••

You stand at the edge of the pavement as your group gathers at the start of the park entrance.

And by your group you mean the new guy beside you, his arm presses against yours even though the entire path is clear for him to move away from you.

‘He’s getting too comfortable around me.’

That’s what you think. But that’s all it is, a thought that will never evolve into words. You’ll never say it and he’ll never truly know how uncomfortable you are.

…..

Or maybe he does?

You were paired with him as your the fastest on the team, as well as being the only person to have worked with new members before.

You look up before asking for his name, realizing he never told you and you weren’t listening when the coach said it.

“My name? Just call me ____. That’s what everyone calls me.”

You nod your head before reluctantly explaining to him what you’ll be doing.

“This park route is 2 miles long. Usually, we sprint it, but since you’re new we can just jog. After that we’ll go back to campus and do a quick lap around the school. You ready?”

He lifts a quick thumbs up before setting his front foot on the entrance line as you do the same. You glance at him and you wonder by his posture if he’s ever done this before.

Weird.

The sound of weight hitting ground clears through the air as the early morning ribbons of light feather through the trees and warm your skin.

Sweat laces through your candy like scent and fills the boys senses. A quick shudder racks his body as he turns his sight to you. The air around you glowed in honeyed colors as he tried to remember to breathe, to blink, to function. You couldn’t feel his attention on you, to focused on controlling your breathing. His gaze lowered. A sliver of shame ran over his mind before he fixed his eyes back to your tired form.

The way your skin glistened, how your chest moved beneath your tight tank top, how your smooth thighs brushed against each other as you moved. Every now and then he could feel your hips gently brush his, which made you let out a murmured apology before suddenly finding interest in something in a different direction than him.

You were just too cute.

•••

Practice had finally concluded for the day as you leaned your back against the fence, head slumped back looking at the litany of clouds painted across the now vivid sky trying to get the strength to start heading home.

All the other athletes had left, that is except for one. Sweat rolled down the expanse of your neck and got caught on the curvature of your collarbone as you glanced at the black haired man already staring at you.

You felt your throat tighten from unease and anxiety as you tried to ignore him and how his long legs crossed over the other. Hands in his jacket as he tilted his head down and curved his upper body to face you.

An overwhelming smile marked across his face as an unsettling feeling licked up the walls of your stomach.

You got this feeling with everyone, but why did his smile make you feel controlled when others made you feel scrutinized? Was it anxiety…

Or something worse?

Before you could succumb to your thoughts, he appeared in front of you, too close as he leaned his body forward. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was trapping you.

He suddenly leans back and turns his head to the side, him rubbing his neck as his ears redden.

The scene in front of you makes you get rid of that thought immediately.

‘He’s just shy. It’s his first day too, why would I think such a terrible thing? I should get to know him.’

“Hey…. Uhm c-could I maybe drive you home? It’s pretty cold out and I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

You could feel the way your head slightly tilted to the side trying to register what he was saying through the fog of your mind.

The hopeful look in his eyes makes you nod your head before staring down at your feet.

You hear a sigh, maybe one of relief, maybe of happiness, or eagerness?

You couldn’t think.

One moment you were standing in the freshly cut grass, and the next you were in his car.

A quiet melody came from the radio and you looked at the buildings that passed the window. Everything felt somber and light in the early autumn air but warmth still filled the car.

Only once the car stops and you climb out and wave goodbye, finally in your room do you realize something.