Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

Selectively Mute Husband x Runaway Wife

Based on the tarot card "The Lovers" in both upright and reversed positions. Idea by furoji <3

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Staring cautiously into the large window, the employees of the profitable electronic company shivered at their boss's terrifying mood. His fingers were laced together as he stared devilishly at the door as if waiting for something. He didn't do any work - something incredibly unusual for the near-workaholic. The only thing he would do is move his eyes sharply to the clock, a growl escaping him the more time went on. It eventually turned half-past twelve, and his attitude only worsened.

Occasionally, some poor soul would gather the courage to ask the man to look over some papers or ask what he wanted to be done concerning different company objectives. However, his temper would spike and he would lash out, shouting short obscenities at the top of his lungs. He may have thrown things like pens or vases as well or completely wiped everything off of his desk in rage. It wouldn't be long after that when the employee would exit, drained of any and everything that was ever inside of them.

It soon turned forty-five minutes past twelve and the man could not wait any longer. Standing abruptly up from his desk, he took his temper out to the main floor, harassing employees left and right, pointing to minor mistakes while calling them the worst names he could come up with. He even fired a handful of them, continuing to bash in different objects and growl with great rage. Sending the employees trembling regardless of their position in the company, a handful of them bundled up together, attempting to avoid his anger by hiding behind the bathroom stalls.

"How long has this been going on?!"

"At this rate, we won't even have a company anymore! I can't lose this job!"

"Have we tried giving him some food to calm him down? He didn't eat lunch, right?"

"Has the trauma already seeped into your memory?! When we did that, he only got worse! He looked at the food with the eyes of a demon and declared he would ruin that food chain!"

"Wait!" another employee suddenly perked up, "What day is it?!"

"The 22nd of June!"

A silence washed over the room as the employees realized what that meant. Panicking, they peeked out from the stalls to see if the man was still on a rampage, and indeed, he was. As such, they once more retreated and checked the time, noting that it was now 1:00. They looked at one another with fear. That had never happened before. What was to become of them?!

"B-But his wife always comes at the same time each twenty-second of each month! That's their spousal day! Sh-She's not here yet?!"

"Call her, quick!"

"Don't fucking call her! He'll kill you!"

Terrified, the employees only continued to discuss strategies for getting out of the office alive only to find that the noise that came from outside finally stopped. Risking getting their necks cut off, they peeked once more to find a sweet and patient (h/c) haired woman worryingly holding onto a large bento box. She looked around from left to right at the trashed office, holding her hand to her mouth as if to stifle her shock.

"Masa?" she questioned with a cute squeak, finally peeping up to catch the man's attention.

He stopped immediately as if someone had hit the pause button on him. The man then tensed and ducked behind a cubicle, some audible rustling occurring before it stopped and he popped back up again. His clothes were smoothed out and his hair was pushed back once more, allowing him to regain his put-together and thoughtful appearance. A smile was also on his features, far from the livid expression he had previous to hearing her voice. Stepping forward to hug her tightly, he nuzzled her head adoringly, any trace of his rampage gone from him.