Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Yandere x Broken F.

She remembered when she was little, unable to look for help or cry out. Those were times of uncertainty. One day she would be given more attention than she could handle, and others, she didn't exist. She learned very early on that it was better to be hurt by the hands of those she loved than to be invisible to them. If she was hurt, at least she would live, but the same could not be said for if she was ignored.

The little girl was laying on her back, attempting to ignore the pictures taken of her. Her eyes were dull as an unknown man muttered perverse things under his breath. The girl's mother attempted to ignore the matter, smoking a cigarette while she counted the money she was making. She seemed displeased, especially when the man became upset with the little girl, beginning to slap her.

"You look diseased! What's wrong with you?! Show some of that childish emotion!"

As hard as the younger girl tried, she couldn't feel a thing. It was the way she got through all of the things her mother subjected her to. Her tears began to water as she looked over at the callous woman. Her mother glowered at her, sighing under her breath for her to do as her "client" wanted. However, (Y/n) couldn't do anything. A smile refused to come to her face as if she had been robbed of it.

It was only a matter of time before the man became aggravated. He slapped the young girl harshly as if she was but trash under his gaze and stormed over to the woman smoking, taking hold of the money he had paid. The little girl's mother furrowed her eyebrows and quickly stopped the man, attempting to bargain for him to provide at least some kind of revenue for herself. She "needed" it or so she told her daughter dismissively, but in truth, it was to enable her vices.

"I know we don't typically offer...physical services, but what's a little fun if it means we all get to be happy?"

The man and the woman began to discuss their terms, each trying to get more out of the deal. The perverted male wanted to know if she was untouched and if he could go all the way, and her mother wanted to know how much he would pay for such a thing. However, the (h/c) haired girl was the one giving up everything she had. They weren't doing anything but profiting off of her misery. She found tears welling up in her eyes as faceless people rose from the shadows.

They didn't have eyes or a mouth, but somehow she could still hear their mocking voices and feel their violent gazes. They made the room cold and devoid of any light, blocking out everything as she felt the man's touch on her skin. She then felt great pain as he took her chastity, her tears becoming violent as he jammed his hand inside her mouth to stop her "unfitting" and "unattractive" weeps. All the while, she shadows caved in on her and began stabbing her stomach with laughs that got progressively louder the more pain she felt.

. . .

(Y/n) bolted up in her bed, shaking with cascading liquid rushing down her cheeks. It was like a waterfall, falling with violence from its source in an attempt to cut down the jagged rocks. In that case, her heart must have been splintered glass and the pond below was devoid of any life if any ever did live there. Broken like a fragile gem, the years worth of tears had eroded it away, leaving only a fraction of what it once was. She couldn't love herself. Someone had to lend their heart to her in order for her to feel such a positive emotion.

As the younger girl attempted to gather her fears and push them back down, she felt a shuffling in the bed, warm arms soon embracing her tightly. She found herself pulled down to something warm and fulfilling like hot chocolate on a rainy day. The pitter-patters could almost be heard, the thunder long having faded away. It was alright if the clouds stayed. No doubt (Y/n) couldn't handle the shining sun after being in the dark for so long.

"Get some sleep, baby," a sleepy voice mumbled, "Nothing's gonna hurt you."

At the sound of the male's lulling voice, she slowly closed her eyes again and clutched her dainty fingers around the familiar presence's pajamas. He hummed, petting her head ever so softly in order to relieve her of her fears. Alas, he knew it was never so easy. Then again, if just half of her was pieced together enough for a few words to solve her hauntings, he wouldn't have been so utterly obsessed with her.