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F!Spoiled!Yandere x Photographer!Reader - Part 2
[PART 1]
Warnings: slightly NSFW, minor slut shaming (not directed towards Bea or the reader), jealousy, toxic behavior.
“I’m bored,” Beatrice whined, slipping her slim arms around your neck from behind as you sat in front of the computer.
“I told you I had work to do,” you said, not looking away from the monitor. “You’re the one that decided to stay.”
Beatrice sighed, resting her chin on top of your head. “I can’t believe this is your job, I mean look at her-“ she motioned to the monitor- “she’s practically naked.”
“She’s wearing a crop top.”
“Exactly, scandalous.”
You gave her a look.
She sighed, slumping against the chair. “I just don’t understand why you have so many pictures of her but none of me.”
“Well she is a client,” you said, “also I see you almost everyday.” She’d barely left you alone ever since she had gotten you that new camera, at this point you were lucky she hadn’t started showing up at your photo shoots. Admittedly it was… fine, most of the time. When you got her away from that ridiculous house and her doting staff, Beatrice could almost act like a real person, but the point still stood.
Beatrice didn’t say much else but she didn’t let go of you either. You didn’t mind as much as you thought you would.
The next day was much like any other. You got up, had breakfast then tried to finish whatever work or chores you could before your space was inevitably invaded. Today the knock arrived around when it always did but when you opened the door you almost choked on air at what you saw.
Beatrice was standing in the hallway as usual but today she was wearing a black lace top that was more bra than shirt and a purple skirt that was so short it barely covered anything and so sheer that whatever small area it did cover could be seen anyway. Luckily she was wearing underwear but the fact that you even knew that was…
“Get in here,” you hissed, grabbing Beatrice around the waist and pulling her inside your apartment. You took a brief glance down the hallway in both directions before slamming your door shut. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Beatrice was grinning, of course she was. “Well, you said you didn’t want to take a picture of me because you see me everyday but you don’t see me like this everyday so I thought maybe you’d want to take a picture to remember it,” she explained and spun around a little to show off the outfit.
You sputtered, “Bea, that’s not- why would I even want to-?” You tried then sighed, “did anyone see you?”
Beatrice grinned. “Why, are you jealous?”
“What? No!” You exclaimed, suddenly blushing. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt. Or arrested for public indecency.”
“Aww you’re sweet,” Beatrice cooed, bopping you on the nose. “But don’t worry, this sight is only for you and your camera.”
You pulled back, scowling. “I’m not taking a picture of you like that,” you said then turned to walk to your bedroom, grumbling something under your breathe.
“Hey, wait! Where are you going?” Beatrice called after you.
“To get you a shirt.”
Beatrice grinned, she may not have gotten exactly what she wanted just yet, but this was arguably better.
Needless to say, you didn’t get your shirt back.
#yandere writing#rich yandere#spoiled yandere#yandere x reader#female yandere#gender neutral reader#female yandere x reader#Bea#in the lockbox
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Shy!Yandere!Florist x Funeral Director!Reader
Warnings: referenced death, implied murder, jealousy, referenced car accident.
You were the owner of the only funeral home in your town and up untill now you have had to get any flower arrangements delivered from the next city over. Luckily, a new flower shop had just opened up a few blocks away so you decided to go introduce yourself as the two of you would likely be working very closely together.
The place was bright, decorated with little painted pots that housed several different types of flowers lined up in neat rows in front of the large shop windows. The florist themself was a good half a head shorter than you with most of their shoulder-length hair pulled back into a loose braid, though whether that was deliberate or as a result of working, you couldn’t tell. They wore a pale pink apron tied around their waist the faded handle of what were probably a pair of clippers sticking out of their breast pocket.
They introduced themself as Jules and after you introduced yourself, you asked if they would be interested in providing floral arrangements for any future funerals you directed. Jules seemed more than excited by the offer but gently insisted that you came to pick up any arrangements you order yourself as they don’t want to leave their shop unattended.
You didn’t mind, you thought they were cute.
After that you ended up going to the shop every few days to either place or pick up an order. Jules’ hands would always shake as they handed them to you, never quite able to meet your eyes. You never said anything, just let them take their time. Eventually they began to grow more confident.
“D-do you have a favorite flower?” They asked one day as they were placing your arrangements in boxes for you to easily load onto your dolly.
You turned away from where you’d been looking at a flower pot with cute little painted stars and shrugged. “I’m not really a flower person,” you said. “I just get whatever the family tells me to.”
“A-ah,” Jules replied but you couldn’t help noticing the note of disappointment in their tone.
You took extra care to smile and give them a thank you before you left that day.
Running a funeral home was a strange thing if you really thought about it. Your revenue stream was entirely reliant on other people’s grief and misfortune, case in point: business had been booming recently due to a string of accidental, if sometimes violent, deaths. There hadn’t been anything linking these deaths together so the police had ruled out the possibility of a serial killer and you, as the sole person preparing these bodies for their final outing, had to agree. If it was a serial killer, it was one that was very adamant on cleaning up their tracks.
You had been hosting nearly daily funerals for the past 3 weeks but luckily Jules had no trouble keeping up with the flower arrangements you were now in constant need of.
(Sometimes when you went to the shop you would catch the faintest whiff of bleach under whatever perfume or cologne they always wore. As someone who often smelled of embalming fluid yourself you however, you didn’t pay it much mind.)
“Last one,” you said as you walked into the shop that Friday afternoon, raising your arms above your head and cracking your back.
Jules smiled slightly, already preparing your ordered arrangements. “Do you have any plans this weekend?” They asked, voice soft as always.
Your eyes lit up. “Yeah actually. Me and my friend are going camping.”
Something strange flickered over Jules’ face at that but it was there and gone before you could really process it, soon they were smiling just like before. “Oh. Sounds fun…”
You grinned and started telling them about the trip, where you were going, what you and your friend had been planning on doing. Jules listened intently, smiling and letting out small noises of interest whenever necessary. You didn’t notice the way they gripped the boxes they handed to you however, holding them so tightly that their knuckles turned white.
When your dolly was loaded you thanked them and left the shop.
Your friend died in a car accident the Monday after your trip.
It had been raining all day, the streets were wet. The police hadn’t seen a reason to investigate but if they had they would have discovered that the brakes in your friend’s car had been cut.
Jules came to visit you the next day, still in their work apron, clippers tucked neatly into the breast pocket like always. They were holding a bouquet which you accepted with a watery smile and red rimmed eyes.
“Thank you,” you said.
Jules hesitated. “Can I-… would you like me to stay for a little? I’m sorry, I just- I don’t want to leave you alone like this.”
You nodded, smile growing slightly more genuine as you invited them inside, grateful for the company.
#yandere writing#shy yandere#yandere florist#gender neutral yandere#yandere x reader#gender neutral reader#Jules#in the lockbox
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F!Spoiled!Yandere x Photographer!Reader
Warnings: kidnapping, minor injury, jealousy, toxic behavior, stalking.
It wasn’t often you visited the rich part of town, but you had recently purchased a new camera and had gotten distracted taking pictures of the scenery and any animal that intersected your path. You hadn’t realized you’d wondered onto someone’s estate until an expensive looking car drove past and came to a screeching halt.
“You!” Shouted the woman who stepped out.
You flinched, gripping your camera. “Sorry,” you said, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I’ll leave.”
You began to back again, but the woman stopped you. “No!” She shouted, running up and grabbing you by the arm with one of her perfectly manicured hands. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, you have to come back home with me.”
“What? No!” You said indignantly, but she was already dragging you to the car. You tried to pull your arm away but she only held on tighter, her pointed fingernails digging into your skin deep enough to draw blood.
“Oops, sorry,” she said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I have wipes in the car, come on.”
Reluctantly you allowed yourself to be pushed into the back seat of the car, the woman climbing in behind you.
She introduced herself as Beatrice as she pulled out a pack of makeup wipes, but insisted that you call her Bea.
You decided that you would, in fact, not be doing so.
When the car arrived at the estate, Beatrice began dragging on a tour. The place was opulent, ridiculously so, who needed a golden fountain in their foyer?
However when the two of you reached the gardens, you couldn’t stop your fingers from twitching around your camera. The gardens were still overly extravagant but you had always been drawn to nature.
Beatrice seemed to notice your fidgeting. “Let me see your pictures,” she said, hand already outstretched as if she expected you to simply comply.
You bristled, pulling your camera closer to yourself. You had saved up for months to buy this thing and you wouldn’t be parted from it so easily, even if temporarily.
“Please!” Beatrice whined, “just for a few minutes.”
Eventually, you relented. “Fine,” you said through gritted teeth, handing her the camera reluctantly, if only because you somehow knew she would get even more annoying if you didn’t. “Just be careful.”
Beatrice nodded as she takes the camera, her eyes sparkling as she clicked through the pictures. Surprisingly, she seemed genuinely interested in your photography, that is until she reached the end where her smile fell.
There, the first picture you had taken with the camera, a selfie of you and your best friend, snapped just outside of the electronics store you had purchased it from. You had thrown your arm around your friends shoulders, pulling them into your side to get both of your smiling faces in frame. Beatrice’s hands flexed around the camera? then-
“Oops,” she said as the camera crashed onto the garden path, which, unfortunately, was paved with rocks.
“I told you to be careful,” you snapped as you fell to your knees to scoop up the broken pieces of your camera. The lens had popped off, the screen had cracked and it wouldn’t turn back on.
“Sorry,” Beatrice said unapologetically.
You let out a frustrated growl as you jumped back up to your feet. “That’s it, I’m leaving,” you exclaimed as you began heading towards the front door.
Beatrice shouted after you but this time neither her or her house staff were able to catch you before you escaped.
The next day found you in your apartment, still fuming about the whole ordeal. You had managed to extract your photos but the camera itself was unsalvageable.
Suddenly you heard a knock at your door. You walked over, peeking through the peep hole only briefly before wrenching the door open in a rage. “What the hell are you doing here?” You shouted at Beatrice waiting in the hallway, “who do you even know where I live?”
Beatrice looked ever so slightly sheepish, her hands folded behind her back, possibly holding something. “I had some of my staff ask around,” she explained, then, “I wanted to give you something.” Indeed she had been holding something behind her back you realized as she shifted her arms to reveal a new camera.
It wasn’t the same model as the one she had broken, this one was much higher end, an expensive model you had never even dared fantasize about owning.
You wanted to grab it out of her hands but you stopped yourself. “What’s the catch?” You asked.
“No catch,” she said, “I just wanted to make up for what I did yesterday. Maybe I could hang out for a bit? I really liked your pictures, especially the ones with animals.”
You stared at her for a moment, then at the camera, then back at her. You weighed your options before slowly taking the new camera from her hands. “Thank you.”
You stepped to the side, allowing her to enter your apartment. “I have an entire hard drive of animal photos you can look at but you’re not allowed near my equipment.”
“Okay,” Beatrice said with a grin. After all, she always got what she wanted.
#yandere x reader#female yandere#rich yandere#female yandere x reader#gender neutral reader#yandere writing#spoiled yandere#Bea#in the lockbox
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