Bandages (Yanderes X Reader)

Bittersweet

Ren bandages his bloody knuckles, his eyes bloodshot and his entire body still shaking. She should be bandaging my hands. She should be touching me. The voice flits across his mind, causing him to clench his fists. After passing your apartment after the film fiasco, he had spotted his right hand man in your apartment. The blonde had been resting his head on the little table, all battered and beat as you were carrying two bowls of something steaming to the table. Just the thought made Ren all furious again. HE KNEW. HE FUCKING KNEW. Wildes KNEW that Ren was in love with you. First, he threatens you, then becomes your science partner, THEN is in your apartment. 

Ren had been saving that for when you invited him, so he could be utterly surrounded by you. He wanted it to be special.  So he could daydream about you living with him, so he could- dammit. Hot tears roll down his face. You are his, why can't everyone just back off! It's been that way since the beginning. He sniffles and laughs bittersweetly, remembering a childhood moment. 

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Your childish glare looks ridiculous, but it gets the job done. "Ren." you state firmly, tugging on his blue sleeve. The male rolls his eyes, and digs into his pocket, clumsily taking out half a muffin. 

"I got a replacement, okey? I promise not to do that when we are married." he says solemnly. Immediately, you pull away, putting your hands on your hips and raising your eyebrows. 

"Excuse me? I'm not marrying you." you say. Ren freezes. 

"W-what?" he stutters, fear clenching his stomach. "I got you the muffin though..." tears start forming as he pulls the rest of the crumbled muffin from his pocket. It was a blueberry muffin at one point.

 "I didn't mean for you to take it from someone." you say childishly, shaking your head. "The point is that you couldn't control yourself from eating the one that was mine in the first place."

 "F-fine! I'll give it back to Daustre!" Ren is trying not to cry now, his little round face slowly taking on a red shade. 

"Again with the last names?!" you say, getting a little more worked up. "He has a first name you know? I call him by his first name, because we are peers!" Ren grits his teeth. He knows you call that stupid silver haired boy by his first name, because his heart plummets and writhes in pain every time the name rolls off your tongue.  

"You're being stupid! I said sorry and I'm trying to fix it!" he shouts, causing the other children on the playground to stop momentarily. 

"What is going on?" the curly-headed teacher rushes over, her mouth in a firm line, a teary eyed silver headed boy following close behind. Ren opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

"It's my fault." you say quickly. You glance apologetically at Ren, your own tears welling up a little from his yelling. "I took Lilren's muffin, and Ren was trying to make me give it back." You offer out the squished and crumbled muffin to Lilren, who gently takes it as if it was a jewel. 

"Did you also lock him in the bathroom y/n?" the teacher says, catching you off guard. You stutter, glancing at Ren. He grimaces before raising his hand. You smack it down and cover his mouth. 

"YES I DID!" you shout breathlessly. The teacher rubs her temples. 

"Follow me y/n."

 "WAI-" Ren shouts, before you look back and hush him with a finger to your lips. He immediately shuts up and watches you walk away, likely to be scolded. Lilren is also looking at you, so Ren angrily snatches the squashed muffin from the silver-ette and shoves it into his mouth. As he chews, he pouts at the fact that you got in trouble, but one more call to his parents and he would be sent to boarding school. You two know this because he overheard his mum and dad talking about it. 

Of course, as history follows, Ren was sent to boarding school soon after that day. 

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Ren sits across the street in his car, watching your figure flit about your apartment late into the stormy night. Obviously, you didn't want to fall asleep with a male in the house. Instead, he watches you clean and basically do anything to keep you awake. He crinkles his nose as the realization that Wildes is probably sleeping on your bed hits him. Disgusting. He pulls out his phone and dials in a number before lifting it to his ear. "Good evening, I request that we speed up my previous order." he says in a commanding voice.

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Edmund watches you through bleary eyes tediously clean and mechanically sort through belongings. Not that there was much in the studio apartment to begin with. He has been drifting in and out of sleep to the point of which he wasn't sure if he was dreaming anymore. The pain in his face is still throbbing, so he thinks he might be sentient. 

"Wildes, am I keeping you up?" Suddenly your face is near his, your eyes pulling him in like whirlpools. He shakes his head, before you sit down by the door, exhaust written all over your face. Despite your state, Edmund can't find it to be anything but adorable. 

"Shit- just sleep already." Edmund mumbles, guilt brewing in his gut. 

"Don't tell me what to do." you immediately snap. A second of silence, before you both burst out into a bout of loud laughter. Edmund wheezes while your rub your undereyes, wiping away the tears of laughter. "Oh my god, I'm slap happy as hell right now!" you say, tumbling you both into another spout of laughter. 

Edmund smiles deliriously, "Y/n , I will definitely regret saying this in the morning, but you aren't the pile of steaming horse shit I though you were."

You cackle, "Well thanks, you are exactly the pile of steaming horse shit I thought you were." Edmund chuckles.

 "I guess I deserved that."

 You nod in agreement. "But seriously, it's nice to not be fighting with you or be forced into a school project with you. It sort of paints you in different colors."

Edmund grins, "Haha, black and blue to be exact, with a splash of red." You giggle tiredly.  A moment or two passes, before he realizes you have fallen asleep. He smiles softly, a soft feeling taking over his chest. You look so fragile sleeping, it almost makes him want to go over and just encapsulate you, to protect you from the world. From Ren.