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yandere!oc x babysitter!reader - part iii.

a/n- school is kicking my ass. i'll be trying to upload more consistently. that being said, a new oc has spawned 😈 get a glass of water, i love you<3

disclaimer- gn!reader, oc and babysitter are both of age, lowercase intended

you pick your head up from a textbook to the ringing of your phone, grateful to have an excuse to put the book down. all your thankfulness is flushed down the drain when you see it's an unknown number. annoyed, but desperately trying to get away from your studies, you pick up the phone anyway.

it was a voice you didn't recognise.. at first. you slowly attach the voice to a picture of mrs. dupont, immediately offering you an insane amount of money for a second "sitting". you turn her down, recalling your experiences from the first.. shuddering at the thought. you move your hand away from your ear, ready to hang up. until she increases the amount. by a lot.

you slap yourself mentally, upset at your inability to stand your ground. but you need the money.

you reluctantly suggest a compromise and she reluctantly agrees.

and that's how you end up on the duponts' doorstep for a second time. this time, you have someone to keep you company.. you felt nervous going in there alone, so you brought a friend (the compromise :D) you ring the bell of the marvellous house. mrs. dupont once again opens the door, this time, excited to see you! you see her husband standing right behind her and next to them was their son.

his face- lit up and flushed, elated to see you once more. although, the smile is wiped off his face mere seconds after noticing your ''little buddy,, his eyes linger on the dark haired male a while longer than they should have, before the mr. and mrs. of the house rush out, slamming the door on their way out. it looks like they're very excited for their date..

once more, you feel the tension in the air as dion stands by the door, staring at your shoes. you take the liberty of getting milo and said boy acquainted. your friend puts out his hand only to be met with silence from dion. it would be an understatement to say he didn't quite like milo.

although dion was a bit frightening at times, you felt bad for him.. with that thought in mind, you ask him if there is anything he would like to do. "t.v. please..?"

that's the most you heard from him that night. if only you knew the entire time you three sat, watching whatever romcom was on, how dion planned to skin the boy sitting across him alive.

how dare he sit next to you? who does he think he is? and why were you letting him do such a thing?! you should be sitting next to him, not next to that prick.

the entire time the above mentioned thoughts ran through his head, milo gave but a mere smirk. he knew what he was doing :)

[morithanz]

yandere!oc x babysitter!reader - part ii.

a/n- i hope you enjoy reading this !! sorry for taking a while.. stay hydrated, i love you<3

disclaimer- gn!reader, oc and babysitter are both of age, lowercase intended, dion is a bit of a creep

unbeknownst to you, the reason the male in front of you was currently flushed was simply because you asked whether he ate. you asked him, him.

you have a right to be confused, what sort of strange person would get flustered at that? (the answer is him)

he nods his head no. "would you like me to make you something?" you ask, secretly praying he would say no. he nods his head yes. god wasn't on your side today.. well dammit, you think to yourself before finding your way to the kitchen. he follows right behind you despite it being his house. you ask him what he would like to eat and he simply responds with a shrug. you were getting annoyed by this behaviour, can he speak with his mouth like a normal person? you quickly make him a nice enough meal with whatever food was left in the refrigerator. you sat down next to him, and tried to make small talk with him. emphasis on the word "tried". he seemed to ignore most questions or reply with one word. eventually you gave up and got up to sit on the couch.

at some point, you realised that he was also on the couch with you? you could've sworn he was sitting at the kitchen counter a second ago. you brush it off as you not paying attention since you were busy scrolling on your phone. a few minutes go by and you felt uncomfortable. was the a/c turned off? were all the windows closed? it slowly hits you that the reason you felt that way is because dion was mere centimetres away from you. when did he get so close?

in an attempt to get away from him you pick yourself off the sofa and play it off as you stretching. quickly, he gets up too... and as you sit back down, he mirrors your action. you were starting to regret ever stepping foot into this extravagant house. you make some snarky comment about how late it was getting and try to get him to hit the hay, except he doesn't budge. in a desperate attempt to distance yourself from this jackass, you ask him where the spare bedroom was since you were exhausted. he's quick to jump off the couch to be of use to you. he shows you the bedroom, in any other situation you would make a comment about how luxurious it was for a spare but in this case, you decided to shut up. you wished him a good night and before you could watch the fiery hot flush rush up to his cheeks, you shut the door.

some part of you felt bad for him, you weren't a rude person by any means. but he made you feel a little (a lot) uneasy.

haha anyways, you woke up to see his tall, lanky shadow watching over you as you slept ‹𝟹 who knows how he got into the room, you were ninety-nine percent sure you locked it...

[morithanz]

dion dupont introduction ⋆｡˚

a/n- thought i should post some context before the next part so I hope you like this backstory-esque post :)

disclaimer- gn!reader, oc and babysitter are both of age, lowercase intended, talks of mental illness&disorders

the guy stands at around 5"9. (he's not happy, do not bring up his height ever :)

his hair is extremely fluffy and a beautiful caramel color, not too messy, but at the same time, he doesn't bother combing it.

his skin is the palest you can get; sprinkled with the cutest hazel freckles. he has beauty marks all over his face and body.

he's usually dressed in sweaters or button-ups and pullovers his loving mother has picked up for him. (he didn't have a sense of style before meeting you lol !!)

his hands are thin and veiny. my guy is built like a door.

the only piece of jewelry he wears is a heart locket which used to hold a picture of his great-grandmother (now it's you but shhh)

also, he's the most insecure person in the world so please hug him and tell him you love him ‹𝟹

dion was born to live the most luxurious lifestyle. born into the richest family, fed everything by a golden spoon, to say he was 'spoiled' would be an understatement. he lives life on the highest shelf. so why was he like this? what does 'this' mean-?

i'll tell you... most children start speaking at the age of a few months, a few years? dion didn't say his first word until he was eleven. to this day, he hasn't spoken to anyone outside immediate family. (until you.) dion went to an absolutely lavish school, yet he made no friends. the first day of school was an absolute disaster; he was made to introduce himself to the class through an ice-breaker.. and what did he do? he had a nervous meltdown and cried in front of the entire class... then ran off school premises causing everyone to get alarmed.

his parents have taken him to several therapists and psychiatrists and they all diagnosed him with different disorders. severe anxiety disorder, bi-polar disorder, schizophrenia, psychosis. but alas, his parents refused to believe any of them. their perfect boy was fine. these dunces don't know their son, how could they say such a thing?!

which is how we end up here.

apart from taking their son to therapy appointments, his parents distance themselves from their child. dion was always left alone, no friends, no relatives, no one.

which is why the minute he met you, he knew he had to keep you. forever. you won't be leaving anytime soon.

[morithanz]

yandere!oc x babysitter!reader

a/n- trying out writing for fun :) will be publishing a part ii. soon

disclaimer- gn!reader, oc and babysitter are both of age, lowercase intended, type of mental illness implied

you ring the doorbell of one of the most beautiful houses you've seen in your lifetime. the door opens almost immediately, they must have been waiting for you.. the woman who opens the door has a small and hesitant smile on her face. she welcomes you inside, where you are met with, who you assume, is her spouse. she introduces herself as 'mrs. dupont'. the gossip which spread about this family when they moved in was never-ending. everyone said that they were the wealthiest household in the neighborhood.

and why were you, a broke college student, at their doorstep?

for a baby-sitting job, of course! you had been browsing the internet on how to make a quick buck when you came across an ad for this specific family. they needed a baby-sitter for their son. you weren’t good with kids, per-say; but what could go wrong? you just had to watch over a child for a few hours..

mr. dupont called for their darling boy to come downstairs to meet the new baby-sitter. they wrote in the ad that their son was a teenager, so you expected to see a boy around 13-14 years of age but were surprised when a guy who looked to be around your age glided down the stunning stone staircase. he quickly moved to his mother’s side, refusing to meet your gaze. he stood there, fidgeting with his long, slender, fingers. mrs. dupont apologized profusely for not mentioning the actual age of her son, she still seemed nervous and uncertain about the whole situation. the couple try to explain to you that their son wasn’t exactly.. normal.. which is why he needed someone to watch over him while they were gone. to say you were spooked by this sentence, would be an understatement. still, they took off, leaving you alone with the brunette-headed boy.

you both stand together in silence, before you break it by introducing yourself as ‘[name]’, encouraging him to do the same. he slowly spoke up, “dion..” an odd name, you thought to yourself. whatever, you just had to get through 2 hours.. then his parents would be back. he quietly walked back towards the staircase, making an attempt to escape this awkward situation. but you stopped him, asking him whether he had already had dinner. he turned back and for whatever reason, looked like he was on fire. his pale face looked to be the brightest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. “... you okay, man?” you were genuinely weirded out by this freak.