𝕭𝖆𝖈𝕶 𝕴𝖓 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊//Reverse: 1999 x Reader Oneshots

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝//Semi-yandereish! Forget-me-not x GN! Reader

Requested by @D33G33
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I hate my life.

I was in the club, getting drunk on strong vodka. My (significant other) just cheated on me a few months ago.
I really loved them... But I guess they never loved me back.
I took another shot of vodka, I felt so dizzy and my vision was so blurry.

Some people were looking at me weirdly, what the hell.
I ignore them as I lay my head down on the table, I may be drunk as fuck, but I won't let these people do anything to me.
Damnit, I groan.

The club lights were blindingly bright,
The music is so loud,
And there were rich people all around,
Not having a care in the world,
Since they were well, rich.
I grip my shot glass.
I took another sip.

"And what is a beautiful fool like you doing in a place like this?"
A man asked me.
I lifted my head up from my arm.
He was handsome.
He had small, round glasses resting on his face.
He also had blackish-green hair with grey eyes that seem like they were glowing the longer you look at them.
The detail of him that I paid the most attention to was his pale skin that made him look like a vampire or somewhere in between.

"Nothing much, pretty boy—...I'm just doing my own thing."
"'Pretty boy'? Aren't we getting a bit ahead of ourselves Mx. (name)?"
He knows my name?...I never even talked to him not even once in my life.
This man is starting to get creepy...despite him being sooo hot.

But alas, I was to tired to even think straight, so I ignored him.
I lay my head back down on my arm, not giving a shit because of my headache.
The 'happy' music started changing into a more waltz type one; I mean this IS the 1930s.
"The music's changed into a more proper and elegant rhythm...would you like to have a dance? Don't worry my dear, I won't do anything. I still have morals."
The man spoke again, I never even got his name.

I immediately know what my own answer is—but before I even say no, he dragged me from my seat and forced me to the dance floor.
He seemed to know what I was about to answer.

He puts one of his hands on my hips as he puts my arms around his neck.
Then I felt him interlock his fingers on mine.
My head felt heavy, so I rested it on his shoulder, unconsciously pulling him closer.

If a person would even bother, they would've mistaken us as a lovely couple, merrily waltzing romantically.

But little did they know, it was just a strangely beautiful man who forced a random broken-hearted drunk person to dance with him.

2nd person POV

The first time this mysterious man saw you, was when you came into the bar for the first time with your lover.
He watched you from above, observing you intently, his interest growing on you.

After you left with your lover, you walked with them on the streets in peace.
But the same man that was spying on you followed you both home, focusing on only you because he had this weird addicting feeling for you.

....

As he made sure you returned home safely,
the feeling he had on you kept growing and growing until it started evolving into an obsession.

He started paying attention to you 24/7, he eventually found out about your background and personal information.
He knew everything about you, he even believed he is your true love...
Even if you two never met.

....

The man felt something heavier than it was the first time, and heard soft snoring.
You were asleep.
He quickly picked you up, and brought you to a room, setting you down so you can have a better sleep.
He smiled at the sight of you.
But then, he remembered why you were here in the first place.
Your ex-lover.
That bitch.

His face turned stoic as he quietly walked out of your room, ready to put someone to their eternal rest.