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angelofthenight · 10 months

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hey listen yk how Yan polite reader *USE* to be together with reader right! right what if reader started dating another person

(new follower also I only have crumbs of this guy

Purge Leader x Reader: Yan!Headcanons Pt.2

Warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Paranoia, Stalking/Spying, Jealousy/Possessiveness, Emotional cruelty, Murder/Gore, Non-Con, Kidnapping, The Purge being its own warning

Word Count: 1.9k

( BRO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE YEARS???😭😭 )

Part 1

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♡ You genuinely didn’t expect to fall in love again after everything you’ve been through

♡ You thought your emotions were far too distracted and invested in fear to ever feel feelings like that ever again, especially since last time you indulged in attraction it cost lives

♡ But then someone just came around at the right place and right time while you were at your lowest and told you all the things you wanted to hear

♡ They were so selflessly honest. You didn’t have to read in between the lines, there was no guessing game about what they really meant, and no mind games. All things you had to suffer through in your past relationship with him

♡ You didn’t want to put their life in danger just because of your selfishness. You even warned them off your predicament with the purge after their pursuing flirting never seemed to falter

♡ They didn’t care. In fact, they said they would dedicate their life to protecting you if you’d have them and let them be yours and let yourself be theirs

♡ So for multiple months, you felt true happiness again and peaceful bliss. They made you feel safe and secure and you never looked over your shoulder when you were in their presence. In fact, sometimes it felt like your life was normal and nothing bad ever happened to you. As if you didn’t spend every night thrashing and whimpering in your sleep. You forgot how cruel the world really was when staring into their eyes, angel orbs staring right back at you

♡ They told you that you both would save up money to move to a country where the purge doesn’t occur at all. Any country you wanted

♡ That proposal made you so happy, beaming over the edge with joy and sentimental tears

♡ But as Purge Day grew closer and closer, a deep pit slowly began to rot in your stomach, pinching your insides every once in awhile. And when the date was just a month away it grew clear to you and your lover that you did not have enough money to run away just yet. Enough for the plane and a hotel for a couple days. But not enough to make a safe start in a brand new country

♡ You had to stay in America for Purge night. You had to survive one last purge

♡ Your lover had never seen you as such a mess of a person before as you became obsessed with the countdown to the dreadful night. You had so many panic attacks, mental breakdowns, hyperventilating meltdowns, and sobbing sessions

♡ They had told you of many sanctuaries you could hide, wealthy families who were generous enough to offer safety in their homes, bomb shelters, places no one would think to hide in

♡ They didn’t understand that you’ve hidden in those places before. And he found you every single time. No matter what building you hide in, no matter what state you ran to, he would find you

♡ They reminded you that all you had to do was survive for only twelve hours

♡ Why didn’t they understand how much can happen in twelve hours? How much mental pain and irreversible trauma you’ve been forced to endure every single purge

♡ They tried to comfort you by mentioning that you’ve survived every purge so far and you are still a free individual

♡ They didn’t understand that it’s not about you surviving, it’s about whoever is standing in his way surviving. You wanted to break up right there and then to spare their life, but they refused to leave your side

♡ All you had to do was make it through one purge night then you can run away across the ocean

♡ You whore. You bitch. What the hell did you think you were doing?

♡ You really thought you could be with some other person and he wouldn’t know?

♡ You had to know he was watching you. You were just trying to piss him off. You’re like a child rebelling. That had to be the answer. Why else would you lower your standards, and yourself, to the level of dating some lowlife nobody

♡ You were his. His only and his forever

♡ Outside of the Purge, he was always watching you. Watching you go about your everyday life. Stalking you. Spying on you. Following you

♡ He used to approach you many times, just to mess with you and mentally antagonize you, knowing you couldn’t do anything about it other than running away. As if that did anything. Even some of his purge friends, ones you’ve grown familiar with on Purge night through the years, would wave ‘hi’ to you in public. He knew it drove you mad, and he loved that

♡ He loved how sensitive and reactive his toy was. He loved his fragile little plaything

♡ But when he sees you with some walking piece of shit, his anger boils underneath his skin so hot he wants to claw his own skin off

♡ He was most furious at the observations of little quirks you also did when you were officially his

♡ Like rubbing your fingers over their knuckles, always pulling them by their neck to get closer during make outs, needing to take a bite out of their food first before digging into yours claiming it was to make sure theirs wasn’t poisoned, softly bumping your nose against theirs before you kissed them

♡ You did all of that stuff with him. And now you were repeating all your little quirks for them

♡ They didn’t deserve you. No one on the face of the planet, both dead and alive, did. He was the only one for you

♡ He was going to make you realize that. No matter what. And he didn’t care how many lives he had to brutally slaughter or casually destroy to do it

♡ But just like with your old best friends and everyone else who stood in his way, he had to wait till Purge night to butcher that scum

♡ He daydreamed about how he would do it. He loved when he axed your friends but he thought this specific person deserved a special death. He fantasized about killing them in front of you, imagining all the different ways he could do it. All those thoughts made him smile to himself

♡ He fantasized chopping off their limbs one by one so they would die slowly, drilling out their eyes, slamming a chainsaw right down their head, stabbing every inch of their skin so their corpse would be unrecognizable, gutting them open in front of you. All of this as you would cry rivers from your eyes, begging him to stop

♡ And once the execution was carried out, he would immediately go down on you right on that floor, right next to their body

♡ He was coming for you. Him and all of his friends

♡ Even from the far corner in the small kiln room of the abandoned middle school your lover had found, you still heard the distant, almost muffled, sounds of their laughter

♡ How did they find you? How did he find you?

♡ Your courageous lover held their gun tightly in their hands, having it concentratedly aimed at the locked and barricaded door. You hugged their arm as your eyes never once left the door, your heart pounding so loud and heavy you feared it would give away your location

♡ What two hours felt like two minutes, they were closer than ever. You heard them roam the art room just outside your door as they giggled to each other, none of them bothered being quiet

♡ Suddenly they were slamming a battering ram against the door, two swings broke the lock and four more swings tumbled your barricade down. You fearfully and shakingly whispered your lovers name repeatedly in their ear, needing to know they were getting ready to shoot even though they’ve never killed anyone before

♡ The barricade had fallen and the door opened without anything else in the way. Your lover fired five bullets as soon as they saw someone in the doorframe. You witnessed the first two people in line fall backwards. When more people stepped in, your lover’s shooting never stopped

♡ Your heart coldly stopped at the haunting sound of the clicking of the gun. It was empty

♡ Your fate had been sealed into doom

♡ Your lips quivered uncontrollably as your masked ex boyfriend suavely stepped into the room, carelessly stepping over his fallen friends. He slid off his mask to reveal his malicious smile and cocky gaze. “Smart of me to let them go first.” He said with a humored snicker. It made you nauseated

♡ “Thank you for keeping them warm for me, but I’ll take it from here.” He said as he positioned his axe in both hands, his cheshire cat smile widening down at the two of you. The very same axe he used on your highschool best friends, the very same axe that started it all. How fitting it would be the one to end it

♡ It all happened so fast, your lover bolting up to try to wrestle the axe of his hands, and then you heard a sickening sound of a swing and a slush

♡ You were paralyzed from your spot on the ground, your mouth only parted but shaking as if you’ve been splashed with freezing water. Your eyes wide open as if you had no eyelids, your waterlines overflowing like pitchers, never ceasing the ongoing streams of tears down your cheeks. Your fingers were clutching onto the hair closest to your scalp

♡ You were frozen in absolute terror and traumatizing grief. Watching him hack the one you were going to run away with apart from their stomach, crimson blood and entrails spilling out like cutting open an egg sack

♡ He chopped away until their torso was mutilated and their body was now in two. He took heaving breaths as he ran a hand through his hair to smooth out the locks that fell in his face

♡ He turned to you with that Cheshire grin and eyes that were the embodiment of a danger sign, fresh beads of blood vaguely dripping down his long face. His expensive clothes were stained with splatters of blood. Their blood

“Happy Purge, my dear.”

♡ And then he intended to do exactly what he had been fantasizing about for the past months. To fuck you right on that ground, right next to your bloodily mangled ex lover

♡ And that’s exactly what he did. Unbuckling his pants as he stalked toward you with strides and a taunting smile. You whimpered with terribly shaky sobs as you tried to scramble away backwards while still on the ground

♡ He grabbed your ankle and tugged you closer to him, lunging down at you to forcibly pry open your thighs and force his arousal into you

♡ After the deed was done and he buckled his pants back up, he hurdled your torso up to make your red puffy, exhausted eyes look into his excitedly dilated ones

“Our games have been much fun, but I think it’s now time for you to come home.”

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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Polite Stranger (Purge Leader) x Reader: Yan!Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Symptoms of psychopathy, Toxic friendship, Unhealthy relationship, Degradation, Stalking, Spying, Trespassing, Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Jealousy, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Superiority complex, Invasion of privacy, Sexual context, Power imbalance, Unwanted touching, Murder, Mention of sexual harassment and assault, Home invasion, Honestly the purge is its own warning, Rushed writing at the end

Word Count: 3.2k

(Reader’s gender is never specified)

Part 2

♡ It all started junior year of highschool private highschool for the upper class

♡ You weren’t upper class at all, fitting into average middle class, but you got in because you were intellectually and academically faster than the public school board

♡ You didn’t necessarily consider yourself as a genius, you were just a faster learner than your peers and your school wasn't even that good at teaching new things

♡ So you were pretty much average at the new school

♡ It was first day of junior year and the two of you were seated next to each other, the first time you exchanged words was a little near the end of class when you were trying to find your next class on the small paper map you held under the table

♡ You politely asked him for assistance and because you asked so nicely, he escorted you and guided you through the school. For the whole week he basically had you follow him around like a dog so he could show you the ropes of private school

♡ He liked that you needed him and relied on him, it gave him an ego stroke so he decided to keep you around and that’s how you two basically became best friends (except to you the reason was that you guys just got along perfectly)

♡ He would always tell you how hopeless you’d be without him, but since he said it so cockily you thought he was just being funny (like how most best friends were) and never thought he was actually being serious

♡ He could also be a little cruel sometimes with teasing you about your financial class

♡ To him, you were his little play thing… until he started getting more possessive of his play thing. In fact he couldn’t even stand the thought of other people talking to you

♡ That’s when the stalking began

♡ He didn’t consider it stalking though, he thought of it more as ‘keeping an eye on you’

♡ The two of you were basically conjoined at the hip during passing periods, lunches, free period, and your two shared classes (one a day) but there were the other five classes where you two were apart

♡ The classes you both had but at different times, he transferred to be in yours. And the other classes he couldn’t change he would leave his class early to stand outside yours until the bell rang

♡ You got a little overwhelmed with his constant presence, it felt suffocating but you never said anything about it

♡ He got to see for himself who talked to you and who you talked to and he mentally took notes on your behavior for each and every one to get a feel for who you liked and disliked; he mentally took notes on each of their behaviors towards you so he knew who to worry about

♡ If anyone got too close to you he took care of it and got his revenge. He’d either sabotage them or humiliate them with dug up dirt he had on them or blackmail them into stop talking to you or if they really liked you then he would frame them for something that would get them kicked out of the school

♡ You were his little toy to play with, no one else's

♡ And he did it all so sneakily that you never once suspected a thing

♡ He basically socially isolates you which wasn’t very hard since you saw majority of the school as stuck up, prissy, rich assholes (even he was one but he grew on you)

♡ But keeping an eye on you at school wasn’t enough

♡ For the first time, you two began hanging out outside of school. Tbh it’s always his idea but he kind of convinces or gaslights you into thinking it was your idea, or he kinda manipulates or tricks you into directly asking

♡ You feared that he would be shot caller for what you did but he surprisingly preferred you picking, wanting to know where middle class teens go for fun

♡ You hung out a little more than your boundaries would’ve liked so you jokingly called him clingy which resulted in him laughing in your face, knocking your self esteem down a little

♡ But even that wasn’t enough, time you spent without his generous and protecting company still existed

♡ So he stalked you in your spare time without your knowledge

♡ He still didn’t consider it stalking though, he was just observing you. Like a form of people watching but just focusing on one specific person

♡ He learned the shops and cafes and diners you went to consistently

♡ This led to him following you home which would lead to him spying on you through your blinds

♡ Until watching you wasn’t enough, he needed to touch

♡ So he snuck into your room when you were absent and dug through all of your belongings, running his hands all over your room. It amused him how much smaller your room was in comparison to his, just adding to his superiority complex toward you. He wanted to explore more of your house but just decided to wait until you invited him to your home yourself, he knew you eventually would due to his ranking title as your best friend

♡ He smirked to himself and turned to your nightstand. A collage of photos were set on the wall of you with two other girls and one of the photos was of you three as kids holding up matching silver heart necklaces. The same necklace that rested around your lampshade, the ‘B’ in BFF etched onto the center. His brows pierced together. What the hell?

♡ No. He was your best friend. Who were those lowlife pigs you shared air with?!

♡ It was at that moment of rage and jealousy that he realized how he truly felt about you, he was in love with you

♡ He didn’t confess to you right away, in his cruel mind you had to earn it. But that didn’t mean his possessiveness didn’t worsen. He got more cruel with keeping others away from you and pushed your boundaries even more, he even pushed boundaries you didn’t even know he pushed like violating your privacy. He learned your phone passcode so he could go through your phone when you weren’t looking and that allowed him to learn your email login

♡ After knowing how easy it was sneak into your room he began doing it much more often, thus forming a more obsessive infatuation with you

“Why don’t you ever invite me to your house? Are you embarrassed?”

“Oh… um. There’s nothing special at my place and I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Well, I am.”

♡ Since he’s so politely blatant, he gets you into inviting him yourself to your house where he gets to meet your parents and explore the parts of your home beyond your bedroom. As you two hang around in your room he asks about the two girls on your wall

“Oh them? They’ve been my best friends since 3rd grade, they go to the public school I used to go to.”

♡ He turns to you with a dark look in his eyes, one that you’ve grown familiar with but it still unsettled you each time. “Aren’t I your best friend?”

♡ You shifted in an uncomfortable state. “Well… I can have more than one best friend.” You dodged the question out of nervousness

♡ He took a step toward you and you took one back which led your knees right into the edge of your bed, causing you to fall into a seated position. He took another step closer so that one foot was in between yours and he planted his hands on either side of the bed beside your hips. He bent his knees to lean his face closer to yours as you leaned back

♡ “Or maybe you see me as something more.” He breathed huskily on your reddening face, he never got that physically close before

♡ You were so caught off guard and flustered that you couldn’t even think of any words to say, lips parted and breath barely present in your chest. He didn’t care nor realize your silence before he leaned in to press his lips into yours, a deepness in the movement of his lips

♡ The way he kissed you was so intoxicating and satisfying that no matter how you felt about him you kissed back and closed your eyes just as he did

♡ The kiss was slow yet heated up into a sensual manner as he placed one hand on the side of your neck with his thumb caressing your jawline and his other hand wrapped around the hip area near the top of your thigh

♡ He rocked his head in and out of the warm kiss before he reattached his lips to the crook of your neck, a soft flinched gasp squeezing your throat. The hand that was once on your neck traveled under your armpit to grip onto your shoulder from behind as he worked on the other one. He attacked your neck in smooth kisses then sucking kisses, opening his mouth to let your soft flesh enter the hot encompass of his mouth and wet dragging tongue

♡ Your mewling moans encouraged his abuse on your neck that was beginning to fade into hickeys. His desperate sucks transitioned into lovebites, startling you as he bit down on your sensitive skin with his teeth. His fingers on your shoulder gripped harder as if he was an animal chomping down on its dinner, the growls emitting from his throat as he sensually chewed adding onto the comparison

♡ He finally released your neck, which was now littered with hickeys and dents from lovebites, to run a hand through your hair. You breathed like you were high with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He smirked devilishly as he leaned closer to your face with his fingers still tangled up in your locks

♡ “So are we going to be something more?” He asked with such cockiness in his voice

♡ If you reject him, he’ll manipulate you where you stand into agreeing; twisting your own words around. So no matter your answer, you’re entering a relationship with him

♡ And then he gets worse; mentally and behaviorally

♡ Now he’s taking small items from your bedroom and condoning it as just a couples thing

♡ Don’t think you’re now spared from his teasing just because of your relationship, in fact I’d say even those get worse

♡ He teases you about the smallest things which just makes you insecure about the smallest things you never paid much mind to before. But then he’ll do a complete 180 and lovebomb you and praise the same things he previously mocked. Sometimes it just makes you think you’re crazy

♡ He just loves to toy with you so much, whether it be confusing you in a very unhealthy way or just playing with your feelings. He gets such a kick out of it, it’s too much fun. Either way it just makes you depend on him even more, wanting approval/validation and relying on him to raise your self esteem

♡ He also gets ridiculously more clingy (practically breathing down your neck constantly and practically being your new shadow) and touchy. Always having a hand on your waist in the school hallways, always having a hand on your thigh during classes. Even if when you ask him to stop he won’t. In fact, he’d probably mock you about asking him to stop

♡ When the first purge since your relationship comes, he kills your two little friends you just love so much

♡ He’ll never forget the blind vulnerability you displayed in his arms the night after as you cried in grief, a language his psychopathic mind couldn’t understand. He felt a buzz in his chest as you pathetically clung to him as if he wasn’t the one that had hacked a hatchet through their faces multiple hours ago. He loved you weak and trembling in his embrace with him in the role as your vicious protector, it gave him such a pleasured rush

♡ Around 6 months later when you were in his bedroom while he ran out of the room real quick. He walks in on you on your knees beside his open closet door looking up at him with paralyzed horror laced in your features, mouth hung open and his beloved purge mask in your trembling fingers. He stared down at you, not knowing what exactly he was feeling in his gut

♡ “Please tell me this isn’t yours or-or this is a joke or… I’m just hallucinating” You begged with eyes welling up with thick tears and your throat growing raw

♡ He didn’t say anything, not really feeling the sympathetic need to lie. Now that he thought about, he didn’t really care whether you knew or not

♡ You almost couldn’t believe it. “You… you purge?” You recognized the exact mask in your hands as the one the killer from the security tapes wore as he split your friends’ face into two with a shiny axe. “And you… it was you. You killed them… muh-my friends.”

♡ A feeling finally invaded his empty chest from the mention of those pests he thought he’d hear the last of after he exterminated them. “It was legal” He stated with an angered tone of voice; strict when it came to his human right to participate on purge night

♡ “That doesn’t make it right! Are you fucking kidding me!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why would you kill my best friends!” You snapped at him, rising to your feet. “I cried to you! You knew how much they meant to me! You knew how much it affected me because you sat there and watched like a fucking psychopath!”

♡ He didn’t even attempt to comfort you nor try to justify his actions. Just stood there, staring down at you with eyes that said “are you done whining now?”

♡ You threw his mask to the ground and marched up to him to say in his face, “We’re fucking done. You are dead to me and I never want to see you ever again”. You attempted to walk past him but he roughly flung his arm out to stop you. He laughed and looked at you humoredly. “You’re not leaving me” He said with that shit-eating grin of his

♡ You glared, “Watch me”. You shoved through his arm but only made it to the hallway but he threw his body against you, making your back smack hard into the wall as one of the hands pinned your dominant wrist and the other gripped around your jaw to force you to look at him. His smile grew malicious and fear began to settle into your composure. “I said… you’re not leaving me.”

♡ You were afraid, so very afraid of the way he looked down at you, so very afraid of him with the new knowledge of his participation of America’s “all crime is legal” night. But your desire to get out of this relationship with him now rather than later was stronger than your horror. So you jabbed your knee upwards into his groin, making him wheeze in pain loosen his hold on you

♡ You shoved him by the shoulders to the ground and attempted to make a run for it from there but he latched his arms tightly around your leg from the ground. You gasped and looked down at him as he looked up to you with something you had never seen in his eyes before; vulnerable desperacy. “Don’t leave me, (Y/n)! Don’t you dare leave me, baby!” He cried out but his undertone still dipped in anger. “We are meant to be together and I will never let you leave me! I… I love you!” He confessed for the first time

♡ You didn’t let his manipulative tactics work on you this time. “Let-” you kicked your foot to his face to force him to unhand your leg, “-GO!” And as he clutched his bleeding nose, you bolted from his house

♡ Things got so much more worse after that

♡ He got so much worse after that

♡ His stalking grew more intense, he was breaking into your house to try to talk to you, he would harass and assault you any chance he got, just every one of his red flags amplified to a very dangerous level. He would not leave you alone, you could not get rid of him

♡ And there’s only so much a restraining order could do against a wealthy white man

♡ You had drop out of school, you had to move out of town, you bought a taser and a mace, you had to save up money to buy security systems. And you would prepare yourself for the upcoming Purge night

♡ You and him both knew that purge night meant that all efforts to keep him away would fall apart. No laws would exist to protect you from him. And for the first handful of purges, you had escaped him just by a hair out of pure luck

♡ But those purges were the closest experience to hell you had ever been through

♡ He had brutally but legally murdered everyone you cared about and butchered anyone who offered you the slightest bit of protection and slaughtered anyone who took a single step in his way from taking what was rightfully his, even if it was his own family and friends

♡ He had demolished any sanctuary you hid in with the help of his machines, there was no lock that would keep him away for longer than a minute. In fact, he liked the locks (only on purge night of course), he liked the challenge of chasing you. He loved this cruel game of cat and mouse. He loved when you ran, when you tried to fight back, it was so fun for him!

♡ You once foolishly begged for hospitality and protection from a family who looked to have very solid defenses on their home. But you got all four of them killed

♡ Because he always found you, no matter where you ran and no matter where you hid. He hunted you like a dog. You knew you couldn’t beat him every Purge, and you were petrified of the Purge where he’d ambush you when you least expected it. You feared that inevitable night more than anything ever

♡ For him, he could hardly wait for that night. Where he’d finally swoop you back up into his arms again and then bring you to his bedroom to make love to you to finally release all of his pent up fiery passion. He would drink in your moans as you’d cling to him while you’d experience the best pleasure and you’d regret ever leaving him in the first place

♡ So for as long as he has a pulse, he will dedicate every second of his life to tracking you down and dragging you back home with him

♡ All because of his love for you