The Journal(Yandere Boys x Reader)

How is this real

So I finally updated...? *chuckles and backs away*

Despite Wade's commands to his driver, the two of you never ended up arriving at school. The reason to this being that Wade knew what awaited them. He 'tched' rapping his fingers in an elegant arch across your thigh. It felt like a weight.

Wade himself only assumed that his so called friends would be waiting for a confrontation of sorts. Though he knew as much as they openly claimed to despise you, they held your writing in such high regard they wouldn't physically harm you to the point of death. Borderline death, maybe.

Admittedly, he felt a pang in his chest at the state of your face, to which he soon realised the urgency of getting it fixed.

He couldn't let people think he was mistreating his girlfriend after all.

The ends of his lips twitched as he stared at the scars elongating across your face as shadows of passing featured cast a new light. To his house, they were planning to go. Perhaps patching you up would do. Maybe you two could settle down; watch movies; eat popcorn; him psychologically tormenting you...

You deserved it right? I mean, all those things you dared to say about him behind the comfort of a screen? And world wide too. What was a punishment fit? Chaining you to his side so only he would hear what you had to say?

It annoyed him to ends that everyone got to hear your voice.

A cough broke him out of his daze. Your eyes gestured to your wrist, where Wade clutched tightly, leaving finger shaped bruises lining the perimeter.

He was reluctant to let go, only loosening his grasp. Though he refrained from apologising.

"Why aren't we heading to school?" You perked up, daring to ask what was on your mind. "Didn't you say you wanted to humiliate me in return for what I've done to you? Though in all fairness, they were fucking initials."

Wade pursed his lips, letting them creep into a smirk. "Why share the enjoyment with everyone so soon? Don't worry, Y/N, your time will come to shine. Be patient, okay?"

You shrunk back into your seat in reply, scrunching your features. Bitch.

Meanwhile, driver-kun squeals in excitement! The Author! He was driving the fricking Author in his car! His fangirling was stopped, however, with a single glare from Wade.

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"We've securely captured the bait, now where is the our fish?" Noel grumbled, tapping his foot aggressively against the ground. He had refused to go to class until you saw him, and your best friend in his grasp.

Then you would crumble, right?

Then he would have control. Total control over you and your actions.

Maybe he'd throw Charlie a bone every once in a while and let him see you (hurt you? Whatever, he couldn't care less. He just didn't want you to belong to that mutt).

A timid voice stood on the tracks of his train of thought. "U-Um, excuse me...? Do I know you...? Have I done something—?"

"SHUT UP!" Noel yelled, his normally smooth, and straight hair frizzing with anger. His glasses were tilted in proportion to his nose. His eyes were darkening at the rims, widening, stretching his once handsome face into an unattractive sneer.

"Charlie, shut him up."

Noel felt relieved as screams filled the air, a symphony calming his senses! He could once again think. The train had carried on, running over the person that dared try to interrupt it.

"Well, Charlie, it appears our dear Author is not going to arrive, so we ought to take other measures to get her."

He spun on his heel, heading for the computer room.

He wondered whether the author would appreciate the gruesome details of torture applied to your best friend being published in his Diary.

That ought to speed up the process.

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Freddie pouted. His Author had not published today! How should he... encourage you to only write about him?

A sense of alertness overcame him.

Something was wrong.

He grumbled under his breath, Wade, you filth motherfucker