Male Yandere Oneshots

Stalker Yandere x N Reader P.2

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As your eyes made contact with your closet.

Specifically, the eyes that stared at you from it.

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          You couldn't even scream from the amount of shock that hit you at once. You pressed your body against the counter behind you and began to slowly raise yourself. The whole time your eyes stuck on the ones that watched you from across your apartment. They never moved, not even when you slowly let your hand reach behind your back. You winced in pain from the burning sensation before you were able to grasp the coffee pot properly, full with now boiling coffee.

          When you tried to make a step away is when hell let loose. With the first movement to the left, a hand slammed against the closet door. The second motion resulted in a second-hand appearance. You didn't know what to do at this second. The thoughts in your mind were telling you to run but were you strong enough to be able to? 

          If they were fast by any means you would easily get caught. Especially once you recalled the locks that had been on your door. The windows wouldn't help since if you weren't going to die from this individual it'd be the fall from the highest floor. It was worth the shot to just take the run, And it was your only option for survival.

          You took another slow but clear step towards the entrance. Though it changed, Instead of a hand appearing they were moving. An arm moved against the wall, pressing against it as they began to rise from the darkness of your closet. It was time, you took a deep breath and despite your grip on the coffee pot, you ran to the front door. Your free hand struggled with the locks as your other hand had the experience of being burnt from the spilling coffee. 

          You thanked everything in you that you kept by your side. Because as the figure jumped out of their spot and ran to you, your grip on the pot started to loosen. You held your arm back before swinging it towards the running person, hitting them in what you could only assume was their head. The guest mainly came from the scream they gave off while gripping their shadowed face. The mix of boiling coffee and glass does double the damage for you. 

"FUCKKK!!! IT BURNS!"

           Through their screams, you got the door open and ran down the halls until you got to a fairly far away room. You banged on the door all whilst keeping an eye out to see if they would run out. It took so long in your mind before the person opened the door, being an older woman. You never talked to her much despite respectful Good mornings, Good nights and wishing each other a good day. Though it was a miracle in disguise that you did or you wouldn't have known that she was home tonight. She let you in you as soon as she noticed your panic. You thanked her so many times as you struggled to explain the situation. You felt as though you were ranting and didn't notice the hands that held you still. 

"Sweetheart, breathe.." 

          You made eye contact with the woman who showed concern and worries towards you. Everything had gone by so fast that you failed to realise your face was stained with your tears. Were you crying this whole time?.. You must have or else your head wouldn't have been ringing nor would your face be red. 

          You took your palms and rubbed the tears from your face. Your breathing finally softened before you let the pent-up stress you had to go down enough to explain properly. The comfort of the woman's voice filled your ears as she rubbed your back and whispered it was all okay...

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          The time that went by felt like hours. The police arrived and searched your apartment before letting you back in. The person was gone without a trace. The closet was empty and closed, the glass and spilt coffee weren't anywhere to be found. They gave you a look of judgement as they questioned your mental state, that couldn't be right. They were here, they were running after you, you broke the pot.

You   Heard   Their   Screams. 

          You went past the officers and to the kitchen. Only to have the look of horror cross your face along with confusion and surprise. Your coffee pot is in the same spot it was, filled with freshly boiled coffee. Tears filled your eyes now as you fell to the ground below your feet.

What was happening to you?..