Yandere Ex & Reader? Hell yeah.
Tw: Harassment, physical assault (not towards reader), weirdo behavior, Chris is a dickhead, suggestive mentions.
His skin prickled aggressively. Teeth clenched together, grinding against their own enamel.
“Christophe? man? You seein anyone new recently?”
His eyes trailed listlessly to the right of him. Nick wasn’t anything special in his mind. Average teen with slightly above average looks in the eyes of the campus. A constant pain in his as, but- useful. Very useful.
“You know I’m not. And don’t call me Christophe.” His tone did little to hide his irritation, though Nick seemed oblivious to it. Or maybe he just didn’t care.
“Yeah yeah whatever man. Does that mean you’ve gotten over that Ex of yours?”
Christophe’s shoulders tensed violently.
“So they’re on the market then right?”
“Fuck yeah dude!”
Two other members of their group laughed crudely, their names so insignificant that Christophe hadn’t made the effort to remember them. They weren’t useful.
His brows furrowed deeply in agitation, and he was quick to shoot the two teens a burrowing glare. “You shut your fucken mouth.”
Nick laughed awkwardly, patting the fuming blonde on the back. “Now now Chris…they’re just messing with ya…”
One of the other members didn’t seem to agree, his own confrontational personality showing light as he crossed his arms moodily. “I don’t see why your panties are in a twist. Last time I checked you two broke up sophomore year. Don’t you think it’s about time you move on and let the rest of us have a taste?”
The moronic teen made a crude hand gesture towards his friend, who seemed to recognize the tension in the air, and made the wise decision to glance away from the act.
Smart move on his end.
The thud of a body against tile echoed the empty corridor, the perverse male choked and sputtered against the hand that crushed his throat.
“I’d watch my tongue if I were you. With all the shit you spew I’m surprised someone hasn’t cut it out yet and saved the rest of us the headache.”
Blue eyes stared at brown eyes, so dark they looked black, and made quick work to try and wiggle his way out of Christophe’s hold.
“F-fuck Off-!” A fist in his gut made him nearly hurl, his eyes straining and bugging painfully in his sockets from the blood rising to his face. His stomach heaved incessantly, and at this rate he found he might die from asphyxiation on his own bile. Not that he knew what asphyxiation was.
Christophe watched boredly.
“D-dude chill out-“ the other nameless tried to de-escalate the situation, but was quick to stop when he saw the look in Christophes eyes. “J…just say sorry man..” that was directed at the pinned idiot, his smart mouthed friend.
The blue faced male was sane enough to try and spew out an apology, it sounding disgustingly gurgled, though it was the best he could manage while on the verge of passing out. Christophe sneared, dropping the male to the floor.
The blue eyed teen landed to the floor with a heaving thud, his body contracting in its vicious attempts to breath again, his buddy sliding next to him and trying to keep him alive.
“Let’s go.”
Christophe’s indifferent tone was appealing at best, as he made his way down the corridor.Nick was quick to follow.
“You think they’ll snitch?”
A scoff.
“No. He’s stupid. Not suicidal.”
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There you were. Mindlessly reading. Fitting, since you were in a library.
This had become routine for Chris.
He found it in himself to admit he could stare at you for hours. And he had before.
It wasn’t hard too. What drew him to you now was the same thing that drew him to you before.
You were so….you. It was weird in a painfully charming way.
You were such a normal person. You had your own quirks, like everyone did. But you didn’t stand out. You weren’t popular. You weren’t a social outcast either. You were just…kinda there.
It was enthralling at the best of times. Irritating at the worst. Perfect at most.
He could acknowledge that your normalcy was intoxicating. Especially in his day to day life.
Christophe would never acknowledge however, the way he still clung to the sight of you after all these years. That your departure from him had affected him as much as it did. That would be soul crushing. Because it meant you still had power over him, which he very much knew you did. But he’d never admit it. Even to himself. He’d die parading it as some morbid interest in your breaking point. In his desire to study you like a lab rat. Someone he’d poke at until he got the reaction he wanted.
And he always got what he wanted.
But even then. Even if he claimed that, his interest in you was not romantic. Was not what it once was years ago.
Your skin looked so empty now, and he physically ached with the desire to leave marks on it like he once did.
He knew deep down he was lying.
The staring quickly became unsatisfactory, and with little hesitation he made his way over to your table, his hand slamming beside yours as he hovered over you, a cruel grin stretched on his lips.
“Looks like the nerd decide to hang out in its natural habitat today.”
“…..”
He fucken hated when you ignored him.
“Your friends finally ditch you Y/n? Surprised it took this long.” He didn’t mean that. If your friends had any sense they’d never leave you alone.
“Go away Christophe.”
Fuck.
He loved it when you said his name. Something primal always sprang forward, and you were none the wiser to being the only one who could call him that without getting a broken nose.
“Why? I just wanna hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world~” his expression was pulled into a pitiful frown, though he knew you could see through his bullshit. You always could.
“……”
He growled deep within his throat, hand darting forward and snatching the book from your own
The sudden grin on his collar didn’t register until it was choking him, and his eyes were met with the sight of your scalding glare. Your noses bumped together, and it took everything in Christophe to not look at your lips, otherwise he knew he’d try to kiss them. He had very little self control in moments like these.
“Fuck off Chris. Give me back my book.”
Fuck he wanted to listen to you so bad, his thighs were quick to clench together in anticipation, licking his suddenly chapped lips as he trembled in your hold. Though not from fear like you probably suspected. If you were even paying attention to details like that, which- god he prayed you were.
“Careful-! Wouldn’t want the faculty seeing you manhandle their favorite student” He tossed the book to you, and once you caught it you dropped him to the ground.
His eyes darted upwards, the visual of you above him, staring at him like the filth on your boot was burned into his retinas.
Fuck fuck fuck.
“You’re pathetic Christophe. When are you gonna get over me.”
Never. Never, he would stay hooked on you for the rest of his life and he’d known that even before you both broke up
He’s craved you for years. Ages. You’d never know the true extent of how pathetic he was.
“Like I’d still be interested in someone like you Y/n. The end of our relationship was like a blessing. I’d never felt so alive.” Liar. Liar liar liar. It was painful saying these things. Even if your expression was exciting, the way he got to see it almost wasn’t worth it. They burned his tongue.
Being away from you was like being wrapped in heavy cuffs and weights. He felt more suffocated then ever. He needed you.
“Whatever. Just leave me alone this week. I have enough bullshit to deal with right now.”
He had so many questions. He wanted to ask what was wrong. To hold you and tell you that you could talk to him. That whatever, or whoever was bothering you, he’d beat the shit out of them if you asked. He’d do it even if you didn’t too.
But he stayed quiet. And he watched as you left him their on the floor. You cared so little for him.
He savored the backwards glance you threw his way.
Fuck.
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;;; Yandere ! Mafia! Ricardo x GN ! Reader .
Synopsis;;; Headcannons ! ^^
SONG;; ERES MÍA [ROMEO SANTOS]
Yan! Ricardo who definitely causes crime in the city just to spite other people and enemies he has around the city. It’s funny seeing them get aggravated and not be able to do anything about it.
Yan! Ricardo immediately tells you to move in with him once you two start dating. He wants you to be with him at all times. He’s the type to check your location every two seconds.
Yan! Ricardo blasts ragaeton music just to dance with you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to dance, he’ll still try to dance with you.
Yan! Ricardo curses people out in Italian if they piss him or you off. Treats you like the princess/prince/royalty you are. And plus, you’re his wifey/hubby/amazing partner, you deserve everything.
Yan! Ricardo is a smug bastard. A smug bastard who is a master manipulator and narcissist. He’s corrupted and molded people to his liking many times. But you? Nah, he’d never.
Yan! Ricardo is an amazing cook. His pasta? Excellent. Lasagna? Fucking magnifico. Everything he cooks is like Gordon Ramsay level, as if baby Jesus himself touched it.
Yan! Ricardo sometimes mixes his Italian and English sometimes. Mid sentence he’d start blending Italian words with English ones. He always apologizes for it, but you know it’s not his fault.
Yan! Ricardo is clingy as hell. He is always touching you or holding you in some way shape or form. In public, he isn’t afraid to show his affection for you either. Hugging, kissing, holding, everything.
Yan! Ricardo dyes his hair different colors just for fun. His hair is originally blonde.
Yan! Ricardo has an ego bigger than the Eiffel Tower. He will always crack a smirk or smile even in the most serious of situations and then say some outta pocket shit.
Yan! Ricardo has a thing for creepy gals and lads. Just the fact of knowing that his partner would comment crimes and do devious things for him makes his heart flutter.
Yan! Ricardo is fucking huge. His palm is the size of your face. He has to fucking hunch over to walk through a doorway. Just to piss you off, his picks you up and lets you dangle. He calls it “air jail” for when you’re misbehaving.
Yan! Ricardo has nipple piercings. And a tongue piercing. That is all.
Yan! Ricardo owns multiple motorcycles and motorbikes. He used to street race. Still does..
Yan! Ricardo always visits his family. Especially his grandmother. He loves her the most. We love a man who cares about his family<33
Yan! Ricardo has over 100+ criminal charges. It’s a miracle he isn’t dead yet. But he has a lot of connections and power over the city, so it’s no surprise that the police are too afraid to take him in.
Yan! Ricardo with glasses. With glasses. With glasses. With glasses. With gla-
Yan! Ricardo spoils the fuck outta you. If you so much as see something you like with your peripheral vision, he’s buying it.
Ricardo mi amor <333333 he’s so fuckin finnneeee . I should make him a dilf.
Anygays, ENJOY!!1!!1!!!1!!!!!1
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