She loves me (not) F! YanderexF!Reader One shots

Over her (Yandere ex girlfriend X Reader)

Early A/N:

 is inspired by an idea of Moonicorn's (on quotev) who wrote down this suggestion on their profile (go check it out). I immediately loved the idea, and they kindly consented to letting me write it in one shot form!

Thank you! :)

Also the reader has slight alcoholic tendencies but it's quite subtle, so just incase you find that triggering, you have been warned!
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All she could do was watch you. 

Watch you with her. 

Initially when Zola had dumped you, she was relieved. You were obsessed with her and your clinging, possessive nature had become too much to handle. But then, after several weeks of pleading with her, you had found someone else. Six months later she was still alone, being too scared to enter another relationship, whilst you had moved in with this bimbo and forgotten all about her. 

Zola knew that she should be happy, you were out of her life, she was free to do as she wanted. 

But she wanted to be with you. 

Before you had fully moved out, she had taken some of your things, at first to spite you, but now she was glad that she had. Sometimes when she really missed you, she could wear your shirts, or use your toothbrush. She had taken to buying the same products that you use so that she could smell like you, and had even started studying psychology, your degree of choice, in her spare time. 

Zola had found your new location, and sometimes liked to watch you with your new girlfriend Stella, seething whenever she touched you. She noticed how you were much less clingy with this new girl, it made her feel better. Maybe she was crazy, but now that she had lost your overprotective possessiveness, she wanted it back. The very thing that destroyed the relationship had gone and left Zola craving more.

She observed you walking out of your front door, and frowned when she saw you place a goodbye kiss on your girlfriend's lips. 

She shouldn't be allowed to do that.

Zola nervously played with a strand of curly hair, almost pulling it out of one of her twin afro buns. It seemed almost like you really loved Stella. 

But that wasn't possible. 

Because you could only love her.

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"Baby, can't we just stay at home? I really don't want to go to a club with a bunch of strangers, I have plans tomorrow.." You pleaded, looking up at Stella with imploring eyes. The blond simply shook her head and sighed, taking your hand from your cosy position on the sofa. 

"Darling those are my friends, not strangers. They've specifically invited us to get to know you, you can't just not go!" She stated, causing you to let out a groan and slowly roll off of the sofa. 

"Aww don't be like that, now go upstairs and get dressed- try to do something with your hair and makeup too, my friends appreciate a well looked after girl." Stella instructed. With a huff you trudged off to the bedroom, where you put on the designer outfit she had laid out. 

As well as being a gorgeous pale beauty, Stella was also filthy rich. She worked part time with her family, who were owners of a huge phone company. You hadn't realised this until the first date, when she had taken you to the top of a skyscraper in the city. However, she was also used to having her own way, and dragged you along to countless social events, much to your dismay. 

You were generally quite outgoing, but these events had certain etiquette, and an ambience that you had never experienced, being born to a fairly average middle class family. You worried about showing Stella up, so opted to keep quiet, and abstained from drinking alcohol. You were a completely different person when you were under the influence, and you didn't think that it was a good idea to reveal that.