yandere!frank/reader fanfiction

When you sleep

Following parts will feature my yandere!frank/reader story, unless otherwise specified, though requests are still open. Wonderful art by @stonylip from tiktok!!

If you get the song reference, ily

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Humming of the lights round which sorts of moths and fireflies gathered wouldn't bother you if it wasn't followed by the lightning flickering off. You woke up this morning, gloomy and drenched, with the only intent of returning to sweet, somber state of sleep. You wouldn't mind wandering in the railway station at such late hours, your home was rather close, if you weren't barely walking.

But when a sound of sharp, shallow breathing and light footsteps reached you, you stopped dead in your tracks. You felt your heart beating rapidly, maybe the cause was sleeping medication you gobbled up on last night, leaving you in a barely functioning state.

Fearfully turning, looking behind you saw a rottweiler, rather unpleasantly looking one, lurking in your way. From the look of it, with a muzzle, spiky leather collar, this beast likely had an owner.

The pup slowly patted, scampering towards you.

You flinched while reaching your hand forward towards the hound, which now looked more friendly. You weren't fond of its friendliness, not knowing how to react, you simply stood there, slouching, attempting to brush, fondle its fur.

'Here, you... Sit down, you filthy mutt. What are you doing here...'

Barking a couple of times, it startled you while you were checking for a nametag, which was gone.

Thinking it wouldn't discern when you'd turn on your heel and leap further from it, without thinking you started running.

The hound followed, rushing towards you, howling. When the only source of sound left around you were your footsteps, you comforted yourself with that thought. You kept glancing backwards, reassuring yourself that you've reached so far that you're out of the mutt's sight... Ow! You whinced when you felt your head struck something, feeling like soft fabric, beneath your hands you felt someone's firm shoulders...

You hit the ground with a whimper, hitting your head somewhere meanwhile. The stranger suffered of loss of balance as well, falling with a thud.

If it weren't for you being so sleepy, you wouldn't know if this was really happening. The man you've collided with wore a regular black suit with a red tie and a white shirt underneath, with the mask that resembled a rabbit's face, with its little red nose, its white bunny ears seemed fluffy. When you realised the redness of the rabbit's orbs matched the stranger's sclera, you reverted back to reality, slowly feeling yourself stepping backwards, the realisation hitting you. Your face must've been red as a beet, your whole body shook with embarrassment. His suitcase has flown forward on the railway flooring.

'I'm s..so s-...sorry, sir...' You spoke quietly, trying to get up, recovering from slight concussion.

Bewildered look on your face must've made him self aware, the mysterious man figured you've seen his face. Which was really gorgeous to you, his effeminate features, fluttering eyelashes, high cheekbones, his dark brown hair was ruffled behind the mask, which was still hiding half his face. What was such a fine man doing in the most demolished, forsaken section of the railway station? Then, you could ask yourself the same quiestion, you better reassure yourself you won't get hurt.

Rumbling of an incoming train reminded you to stand up, but when you've come back to your senses, he was nowhere to be found. You'd get to the other side of the tracks, thinking he might've found rescue over there, but the train has rushed past you with such speed you've started to feel dizzy. Frantically searching for him right now was useless, but you've still spent several fruitless minutes looking around for some kind of revelation, a hint.

Behind where he was standing, on the high wall you recognised a familiar figure, though you wouldn't know where you've seen it before. It resembled an infinity symbol fit inside a round shape, it looked like it could be graffitti, or scribbled with a highlighter, sharpie or a marker pen. You swore it wasn't here before, maybe you weren't aware of it, the photoluminescent paint seemingly lightning up your view.

You didn't want to bother with tiny, minuscule factors that didn't contribute to you being home faster in any way or form.

When you think of it, the stranger's outwardly, needlessly shocked gaze makes you wonder, what was the reason behind him suddenly leaving, wouldn't it be nice to return the apology, or accept it at least, maybe forcefully shout a snarky remark on your clumsiness. You wish you would hear how his voice sounded, maybe if... You held in a whimper, you were not having those shallow, superficial thoughts about a man you've only rushed into. Still, where's the harm in whishful thinking...

His cranberry, brilliantly red eyes held a striking resemblance towards... You seem to forget things when you're sleepy.

The slight sense of spinning, drowsiness that followed you made it much harder to focus on your surroundings. You thought nothing more would faze you, you felt unflappable. Then, you winced in distress when you heard aggressive barks resonating from the dark hallway in front of you. Seeing the police officer holding the dogs leashed, hardly managing, reassured you. He uttered some sort of greeting under his breath, Goodnight miss, you thought you heard.

You continued walking in this manner for some more, when you thought you heard something rumble, probably a stray cat chasing her dinner... You've had enough of strange encounters for the night. Whipping out your headphones from your bag, putting them over your head, the background noises muffled as the wretched, godforsaken spotify ad played.

Before you became fully aware of what was happening to you, you felt immobilised, then, a hand wearing a leathered glove concealed your sight. You then realised you were in grave danger of being harmed, killed or worse.

The grip on your throat was so strong it could easily shatter your windpipe, you felt gentle tears rolling down your face. Muffled squeals were leaving your mouth, you were reaching, gasping for breath. Strong feeling of heaviness overwhelming you, you felt your consciousness fading.