#freak reader

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You're definitely obsessed with them.

They could tell from the start. Why else would you be staring at them with such an intensive gaze whenever they snuck a peek in your direction. Undressing them with those pretty eyes. Tearing them apart in your mind. You wanted them just as badly as they needed you. You're just a little shy - but that's okay. Since you're too nervous to approach and they get excited from just the thought of talking to you, your dear spouse found another way to cut corners in your relationship.

"Here we are on our date from yesterday. We haven't gotten to labels yet, but I can tell they can't get enough of me."

Their friends congratulate them on the catch. What luck they had seeing you at that cafe the other day. With a quick purchase and the right angle it looked like you two were meant to be - if one partner was obvious to the other's approach. For months they've managed to successfully convince everyone in their friend group and a few peers you're an item. Not exactly dating, but testing the waters. Though you're already married by their diary's standards, they can't have you getting suspicious of their plan until there's so much buzz you have no choice but to date them.

"Hey, isn't that them?"

All heads turn in the direction of the approaching figure. You're gunning straight for them; that meek persona of yours cast at bay. Your eyes remain forward instead of darting away like in the past; lips tight with unreadable expression. Your pin pricked pupils were enough to tell something was off, but they just didn't seem to care.

"Baby?"

Blood runs to their ears, heart thumping like a drum. Could this finally be the day? The second that word leaves their mouth your slow stride becomes a mixture sprint. Your shoes smack loudly against the pavement as you pick up speed. Your dominant arm hangs awkwardly to the sight from an unseen weight. How had they not noticed you carrying the-

Crack.

That's the sound their head makes as it hits the ground. Their consciousnesses spiral into a state of clarity and borderline comatose; the screams around them doing null for their aching head. Their cheek was split inside and out. One cut from your weapon and the other their own teeth. As their vision stabilizes they look up to see you dropping the bloody brick.

"Stay the hell away from me!"

Their friends are two stunned to stop you as you run away - shy as always. You must be so embarrassed from them flaunting your relationship like that. They help them off the ground and begin to check the severity of their injuries as they watch your fleeting figure disappear around the corner. The full extent of their mental state is realized when they snatch the phone from their friend's hand.