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Yandere husband x wife reader x platonic son.

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Moving to a new city can be a difficult experience. A new house, a new school, new friends and unfamiliar surroundings. Especially hard can it be if you're forced to bring undesired company. That was the case for Andrew. The new house was built very recently, with a modern interior and tall windows and a supplemental garden filled with beautiful vegetation. Many would say he was lucky to live in such a house, but he much preferred his old home. He only felt dread when the car rolled up in the driveway, sealing his fate. Andrew sensed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see his mother send him a gentle smile.

"We're here, come on let's check out the place."

The boy thanked the heavens for his mother, she was the only one with the ability to cheer him up. What would he do without her? He beamed and stepped out of the vehicle. (Y/n) grabbed her sons' hand and pulled him along to admire the flowerbeds planted in front of the house. There were a considerable amount of carnations, dahlias and marigolds. It reminded the boy about all those times when he and his small family went out to the park, all those years ago. When his father was still alive. He really missed those times, times when his sweet mother wasn't with that asshole. When that thing didn't exist. Before his spiteful mood strayed too far, a familiar voice interrupted them. For Andrew it was like hearing nails on a chalkboard.

"Hey, you coming?" A young man in his early thirties came out of the house. In his arms slept a baby.

"Yes we'll be there shortly. Just have to carry these boxes inside first."

"Want me to help?" Her husband asked and slightly tilted his head to the side.

"No, I'll be fine."

(Y/n) proceeded to unload the boxes from the trunk, and placed them on the ground. Andrew wanted to help her but struggled with the weight of the boxes. He tried renewing his grip, but it did not prevent the cardboard from slipping. The young boy was already annoyed, which didn't alleviate when the person he hated most only added fuel to the fire.

"Need help with that, kid?" His step-father stopped right by his side and glanced down at him. Andrew frowned and spat fiercely at him.

"Why would I need help from the likes of you?"

"Andrew! Apologise to Evan right now." His mother scolded him.

"Nah it’s fine, honey."

"But-"

"Let's just start unpack these boxes and have dinner after. Sounds good?" (Y/n) reluctantly nodded and went into the house.

Evan turned back to face Andrew. It might have been the lighting, but Andrew could have sworn there was malice behind those blue eyes.

Andrews' new room was spacious with a balcony, giving a pleasant view on the garden. Despite it being the bigger than his former room, it did not coach him into liking his current home any more.

Why did they have to move? He liked his old home, old school where all his friends were. Now he's forced to start over and with them still here. Andrew would have been fine with it if it was just him and his mom, alas it seems like you can't have everything.

He laid down on the floor, staring up in the ceiling. He thought about when his father died. He remembers hating hearing his mom cry herself to sleep every night.

Many came to the funeral, all his aunts, uncles, cousins along with family friends. They all cried except him.

He was in shock they say. He wasn't sure himself, all he knew was that he felt numb. Like it wasn't real, but it was. Afterward it was just him and his mom. They went about their lives as normal, although they were much closer than before-if possible.

He's a certified mamas boy, all right.

He couldn't imagine a life without her. Andrew felt so happy when she played with him, cuddled with him, read to him before putting him to sleep every night. Now however, they don't get to do those things as much.

It's that Evan and their new baby. It's always crying. Always hungry.

Always there. Always demanding attention.

How he detested that thing. Because of it his mother never got time for him.

They used to play all the time but now her full concentration was constantly on the baby. Sometimes, he is even tasked with keeping watch on him. It things like 'can you keep an eye on your brother a second, so I can bring in the groceries?'- or - 'Why don't you try holding your little brother for a bit?'.

All of his relatives fawn over his younger half-brother.

Treating him like a miracle. When voicing his complains, the only responses he get is that he should stop acting so childish and that he'll eventually come to adore Eli. His aunt once said to him.

'Better not say these thing to your mommy, or she will get really sad. No mother want her children to hate each other.'

Fearing to hurt his mom, he never told her of his resentment. Andrew blinked and sat up inspecting all the boxes. Some stacked on top of each other, building a tower.

'I better get to work or I'll be done next year.'

A few weeks after they first arrive, the family had settled in nicely. Most had been unpacked but there were some moving boxes sitting somewhere.

The neighbours greeted them the second day in town. They came over with a new baked blueberry pie. Awfully friendly people one might say.

Their former neighbours didn't as much look at them, let alone bring them pastry's. Apparently they were swedes.

In the evenings the sun shone inside the house and brought a lovely golden hue. You could just relax in the glow, close your eyes and drift off. Something Andrew decided to do a lot. He especially needed it after an annoying day in school. The boy always told his mother the academy had great teachers and his classmates were so friendly. He would make so many friends in the future! But the truth was that the school had 'okay' teachers, and only some of his classmates were friendly. Not many wanted to give him time of the day actually, being the new word kid and all. Andrew had friends in his former school but they were few in between.

'Not everyone could keep up with him', he liked to imagine. For he was indeed the smartest boy in his grade and since it made his mother very happy, he did everything to keep the title.

During the afternoons, the sun shine inside covering the entire house in a golden hue. Lazing around in the living room just reading or thinking deeply was wonderful then. Mixed with the afternoon glow, it gave the feeling of peace and calmness. It was one of the finest hours spent his new home.

In the course of one of such afternoons, (Y/n) was currently working away on her laptop. Andrew entered and smiled when spotting his dear mother. In his hands resided a orange ball waiting to be tossed around.

"Hey, mom?"

(Y/n) turned her gaze up to see her oldest son staring expectantly at her. She hummed lovingly in response.

"Yes, honey? What is it?"

"Can you play with me, I've been bored all day?" He pleaded.

"I'm a bit busy right now though..."

the woman hated turning down her child. Especially since he knew very well when to bring out the 'puppy eyes'. She glanced around the room and as she watched her youngest play in the carpet, she got an idea. (Y/n) suggested that he play with Eli to cure his boredom.

"Why don't you play with Eli? Im sure he would love to be with his brother."

On cue, the small child peered up at them. He made happy gurgling noises when he noticed his big brother. After all, he didn't see much of Andrew at home. He was always busy doing homework or playing by himself. Being reminded of the baby, Andrew felt himself withdrawal with repulsion. No way was he going to play with him. Evan had already been enough of a bother, but then suddenly had his mother fallen pregnant and next thing he knew, that thing had plopped out. He recalls when his mother told him the news. She was ecstatic and so was Evan. After their wedding they had already planned to move-one of the reasons being work- and now they had another reason to start fresh.

Somewhere new, somewhere where no one knew them, somewhere with no memories of the past.

Despite wanting nothing more than (Y/n) to be happy, he couldn't find any joy himself in the news. He would have a sibling now? He wouldn't be the only child? He would have someone to play with now, he guessed. But it wasn't really that important since he was more of a studious kid. Andrew's thoughts ran wild, there was one thought that stood out however.

Now he would be forced to share his mom.

Andrew didn't want that! What is she liked the new baby better than him? That wouldn't do. The boy was horribly afraid you'd prefer your baby over him and you'd just toss him aside. Throwing out his stuff and maybe make him live with his grandparents. It was a nightmare he had many times afterwards. The fear of abandonment gnawed at him like a rat.

(Y/n) watched as the light in her son's eyes vanished into nothingness. He obviously wasn't satisfied with her reply. On one hand she really would like to play with Andrew, but on the other hand she also really needed to finish her work. Panicked she tried to come up with another solution and as her knight in shining armour, Evan came to her rescue.

He must have listened to their conversation and decided to step up.

"Hey kid, wanna play with me instead? ”

Andrew deliberately scrutinised Evan with a cold look. He then proceeded to firmly shake his head and say

"No, not you."

"Andrew, don't say that. Evan is a part of this family." His mother's voice sounded. But her son only turned to look her in the eyes with a somewhat sad and anxious expression, which followed by him rushing outside.

"Andrew wait!"

But he was already too far out of reach to hears his mothers pleas. (Y/n) sighed defeatedly and pitched the bridge of her nose. Evan attempted to comfort his wife by saying he'll talk to Andrew and that they'll both come to a mutual understanding about respect, before running out the back door after Andrew.

The mother didn't have a clue to what she did for thing to end up like this. Sure, she had a feeling Andrew wasn't the biggest fan of Evan but she kinda hoped that would disappear over time. Maybe she was a bad mom for dating someone her child didn't have the most loving opinion of, but did she not deserve some happiness as well?

When Andrew's father died, she was heartbroken. Who wouldn't be when the love of your life and father of your child suddenly passes away? When she finally decided to get out there and start dating again, she noticed her dates would abruptly draw back. Like they would meet up and then her date just didn't appear interested anymore, even though they seemed to click.

Maybe the bearings of already having a child just wasn't appealing? Because when she introcued Andrew to them, was around the same time when they messaged they'd like to stop pursuing the relationship. She could understand how they felt though. So she didn't blame them for anything. She was just sad that's all. Sad that she might never find that happiness again. Until she met him.

Evan was the only one who decided to stay. Despite her son's snarky comments and glares from the opposite side of the table. (Y/n) felt forever grateful for all the things he did for her. For loving her so dearly. For never forgetting a special day, like birthdays and anniversaries. For making her so incredibly happy while going down on one knee. As well as giving her a second beautiful son who she'd love with all her heart.

Speaking of, that little bundle of joy stretched his arms out trying to reach for his mother. (Y/n) chuckled and went to pick him up and held him fondly while smothering his forehead with kisses.

"You're my little angel, Eli."

Under a tree sat a young boy sulking by himself. He was upset, very upset. His mother chose someone else over him. Okay, he knew it wasn't really like that but it still felt like it. She had chosen a scum over him. Her own son! He didn't deserve the love his mom gave. Not when the one who actually deserved it was Andrew.

He had been successful in preventing a relationship every time his mother had met someone. Every time! But not Evan. He didn't let Andrew scare him in the slightest. Not his death glares. Not his degrading comments. Not even the mean pranks. In fact, Evan didn't as much as flinch when he found a dead rat in his shoe, nor when he found out the eggs Andrew so happily made him were way outdated. Nothing ever seemed to phase him. That wasn't the only thing about him.

Evan was also...weird. Very weird.

Before they moved the their new home, Andrew would sometimes hear strange noise outside at night. It was when Evan slept over at their house. He basically lived there, even though he had his own apartment. So when the boy woke up during those nights and listened to where the sound came from, he took a look outside.

There in the garden had he spotted a tall silhouette. Andrew had quickly backed away from the window when the shadow had looked up towards his window. He was lucky he tought, because it appeared that the figure did not see him. The boy had then continued to observe the shadow. It seemed like it was digging. But why was a stranger digging in his backyard in the middle of the night? Imagine his surprise when he saw the moon's shine lit up a portion of the strangers face. It was only for a second, and he didn't know the person well at all. But there was no mistake. The 'stranger' in his backyard was none other than Evan. You also can't forget the strange sounds coming from the basement. Evan was the only one who went down there, he allegedly used it as his study. His mother wouldn't know anything since she didn't have a reason to go down there and if she needed something Evan would be the first to volunteer.

Lost in thought he almost didn't notice that said person was currently approaching him. Andrew scowled at his step-father and averted his sights to the grass beneath him. A pair of black shoes soon replaced his vision.

"Hey, Andrew." Evan began.

"......."

"I know that we might not get along well but can you at least try? For you mom?" The man asked in a hopeful tone but received no answer. He prepared to repeat himself again, but was surprised at the high pitched voice that suddenly murmured something imperceptible.

"I can't hear you, what did you say?"

Evan leaned in closer with the intention of catching the boy's muffled words.

"Fuck you.." Andrew glared at him.

The man's eyes widened. He wouldn't have guessed this is what the boy was trying to say. Nasty criticism was nothing new from Andrew. But never had he sworn at him. Only things like; where he came from and what he ate to his fashion choice. Evan's expression converted into a perilous smile.

"That's not nice little Andy." He said.

"Don't call me that!" The lad swung his scrawny arm at the older man, but it was easily caught in a tight grip. Andrew froze as he stared into two malicious orbs.

"I will call you whatever I want because I'm the adult here. Listen; I don't like you and I know you don't like me either, but you will do as I say. Because if you don't- well we already have a replacement for you." The man smirked while he watched as Andrew's face distort.

"I also don't want (Y/n) to be unhappy. She wants this new life to go well and your little antics keeps making her sad, and I doubt you want to cause your mother pain. So you will stop your pathetic tantrums and be a good boy from now on, okay?"

Evan released his grip on Andrew's arm and stood up. He began waking back towards the house, but not before turning around and saying.

"Be nice to your daddy from now on."

Andrew caressed his sore arm and winced. He could already feel a bruise forming. Guess he would have to borrow some makeup from mom's bag to cover it up. Looking through the window he could clearly see his mother and step-father conversing happily; like the previous three minutes didn't happen.

Just like he said.

Weird

God how he hated that little brat! If he could just get rid of him, then everything would be alright. It would be absolutely perfect with only the three of them as a family.

Evan Carter was no ordinary man. He can't even begin to count how many immoral acts he's committed. Assault, robbery, blackmail, murder.

But that was not all. He realised from a young age that he was different. Many times did he witness the emotions of people around him, the good ones and the negative ones. But not a single emotion could he relate to.

When he tripped and fell as a young boy, he simply stood up again, shedding no tears.

When his middle school soccer team won his towns annual sports tournament, Evan did not understand the length of his teammates joy.

Don't get him wrong he can feel things, although his feeling weren't as prominent or strong like others. Further, when he was in high school and all the other kids started to focus on finding partners, the boy could care less about it. It continued that way even when he wasn’t a young boy anymore and time had carried him into the life of adulthood.

Until he met her.

(Y/n) was his light. They’d met three years ago at a party hosted by a mutual friend. She had been so beautiful that night. With her rosy cheeks and enchanting eyes. She had him trapped the moment they shook hands. Evan wanted to punch himself for thinking he could make it alone in this world. Before her, the domestic lifestyle appeared pointless; Now it was all he wished for.

The day they of their wedding was the best day of his life. Everything went splendidly and the decision to move to a new city had just been finalised. Seeing his wife pregnant with his child made him so happy. Evan loved his wife and son so, so, so much!

Their new life would be amazing if it wasn't for one time detail. His wife's son from her previous relationship.

How awful that brat was.

Always insulting him and being rude, even though he hadn't done anything to deserve it. It was quite obvious he was trying to scare him away. But Evan was not like those other shallow men Andrew had succeeded in frightening. No, he was there to stay.

Evan knew his temper would soon hit breaking point. Still, he didn't desire to kill the boy. Not yet at least. He saw how much (Y/n) loved him and knew how heartbroken she would be if he died. She was unknowingly the only reason he was still alive.

But perhaps in the future, who knows? A small accident may occur.

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misstycloud · 1 year

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PLZ I NEED MORE OF EVAN CARTER

Character: Evan Carter, Andrew and Eli

Scenario: You are gone for the time being and can’t take Andrew to the first birthday party he’s been invited to since you arrived. Now your sweet husband is the one who has to accompany your son in your place.

Pressing down the pedal and steering the wheel in the right direction, Evan drove the car with the assigned destination in mind. The other week, his wife had come home after picking up Andrew at school and revealed that he'd been invited too a classmate's birthday party and parents were allowed to come as well. The plan was for all of them to attend, but it so happened that his sweetheart had something come up at work and she sadly couldn't be present. This meant that Evan had to take the kid to the party by himself.

Personally, he didn't want to go in the first place since he doesn't care for making friendly relations with others, but her enthusiasm at the invite left him with no choice but comply. It was the first sign they wee beginning to be accepted into the community of other families and he didn't want to ruin things by saying no. Especially since it seemed so important to (Y/n). While Evan wasn't fond of the idea, there was something that made it worth it; Andrew's obvious disdain toward the suggestion.

The man first believed the boy would politely reject it, to his curiosity the opposite happened. Andrew actually said yes. The dark haired man supposed he didn't want to disappoint her either. Due to circumstances little Eli would be joining in on the fun too.

Now, the three of them sat in silence inside the vehicle, Evan driving, Andrew reading one of the books he'd gotten as a gift from his mother and Eli squirming in the backseat. The baby wasn't at all happy to be strapped in his seat with little to no entertainment, not to mention that his mama was no where to be seen. Upset, he started crying and wiggling around, snot running down his nose. As he was driving, Evan could no nothing as his young son screamed in the back of the veichle.

Now he wished he put him in the front beside him but it was to late to do anything about it now, the only option was to ask Andrew to play the part of big brother for once, even though he would rather throw himself in the Nile.

"Could you help me a bit, kid?" He tilted his head back in order for the sound to travel better while trying to keep his eyes on the road, and reached his hand to pat Eli's head. The attempted comfort didn't work like he had hoped.

No audible response came from Andrew which irked the man, but he ignored it and went again. "Did you hear me?"

Nothing. The child said nothing and simply flipped a page in his book, taking all the time in the world to read the paragraph. If his dear wife had been in the car with them she would have scolded her older son and he wouldn't have to do something, she wasn't here though. Frowning, he said in a warning tone,"Andrew."

He sighed in frustration and closed the book, "What?'' The boy glared at his step-father and then turned it to his brother who was still bawling beside him. Ugh, couldn't he have been sat in the front? What a mess the baby was, it was already awful enough to be forced to attend some dumb classmate's birthday party.

''Can you comfort your brother, I'm driving so I can't?''

Andrew glanced back at the infant and clenched his teeth. He prepared to nicely turn down the offer, yet something in Evan's expression stopped him. Huffing he did as told and reluctantly petted Eli's head, who calmed after just a few minutes and started sucking on his fingers like most babies do. In the front the father smiled at the scene he viewed in the rear-view mirror, ''that wasn't so hard now was it?''

Finally after the uncomfortable car ride the three of them rolled up in a clean drive way, multiple other cars were already parked there, however Evan managed to squeeze in. Getting out he went to open the door and unbuckle Eli, Andrew got out on his own on the opposite side. The adult proceeded to take the prepared gift in hand and venture inside the fairly large house. Through the window you could spot some people walking or standing around, the party has already started it seemed. Stepping on the porch, the dark haired man turned to face the young boy and told him, "you better behave now and make sure to engage with some kids, it will please your mother. She really wants this new life to go well, and the best way to ensure that is by creating new contacts and maintaining good relationships between us and people."

Andrew scoffed but found himself nodding in understanding anyway. Evan ringed the doorbell and waited for someone to open the front door and let them in, as he did he carefully held his baby close to his chest in a protective and loving manner.

''Oh, hello. You must be Evan!'' A woman had slung to door wide open energetically. She wore a soft pink dress and had her hair in a bun atop her head in an elegant style. He guessed she was the hostess of this celebration. Looking at the boy she said, "and of course young master Andy too-''

''It is Andrew, Mrs. Dan.'' He answered cooly, not wanting anyone else than (Y/n) to refer to him by his nickname.

''-oh, my bad then hehe.'' The woman apologised and awkwardly tried to laugh the thing off, finding his apathetic attitude unusual. Most children who came across her often took to her quickly because of her fun personalty. A gurgle drew her attention back up again and her eyes found the infant's. ''My goodness, is that perhaps the little Eli I've been hearing so much about?''

''Yes, this is our son."

"He is adorable." She awed, "well don't just stand there, come in!"

The moment Evan set a foot inside a group of kids bolted passed him, nearly crashing into him. Startled, he retreated backwards as he covered Eli's head in a defensive act.

"Kids calm down, there is a baby here! Be careful!'' Mrs. Dan screamed after the group. With an exhale she apologised to her guest, "I'm terribly sorry, Josh must have gotten them riled up. He always go a little crazy on his birthday, haha."

He swallowed his irritated expression and said instead, "It's alright."

Continuing to walk deeper into the home they spotted many decorations, on the walls and tables and shelves. In the living room sat all the adults around a table, they were chatting loudly and laughing, adding to the happy aura of the place.

"This is Evan and Andrew, (Yn)'s family." She added at the end, clearing up their identities.

The other guests nodded in acknowledgement. The host brought out a chair for him to sit on and he thanked her. Then she said to her younger guest, "the other children are probably upstairs, it won't be hard to find them I promise."

Andrew frowned and asked, "I'm not really feeling up to playing today, would it be okay if I stayed here?" He'd die if he was forced to handle some spoiled brats, they'd drain is energy like leeches. Though he would much rather be at home then anywhere else it was more preferable to be with the adults. Andrew thought if he played it off as feeling a little under the weather he'd get away with it, sadly it didn't go as planned.

"Oh, I guess that if you're-"

"No I think you'll be fine, it'll be good for you to get to know your classmates better." Evan interrupted Mrs. Dan, he continued, "I did give you some aspirin before, you'll be fine." He insisted, and Mrs. Dan supposed she couldn't disagree with the child's parent, he must know best after all.

The boy could not express how he wanted to throw the stupidly sugared cake in his face, instead of acting upon his thoughts he simply gave him a wry smile and complied. Right as he was ushered upstairs he sent one last look of exasperation in his step-father's direction. As soon as the youth was out of sight the other parent's broke their previous conversations and regarded the newcomer.

"So, how long have you been married?'' A blonde woman asked while sipping on a cup of coffee.

"A little more than a year." Evan bounced his baby and wiped a scant amount of drool trailing down the corner of his mouth.

"That isn't very long."

"I suppose..." continuing to busy himself with Eli in hope to endure their troublesome company, but a few of them appeared to be more persistent than what he thought.

"Well, I don't mean to pry, though I am curious to who the boy's father is.'' She glanced to the steps leading to the floor above, where all the younger individuals resided, obviously talking about Andrew. For someone who apparently didn't want to stick their nose into othet people's bussiness she sure stared at him with an awful inquisitive aspect.

"He was..my wife's former partner." Wanting to leave the subject at that the dark haired man spoke a curt and short sentence.

"Yes yes, that is obvious, the boy looks nothing like you after all. But what happened?"

"I don't know."

He does, he made sure to know everything about your past.

"Really, you sure he didn't...eh...leave..?"

''No, he did not leave."

The mood changed and the temperature dropped several degrees. Why was it that she didn't understand how he didn't want to talk about that topic. He didn't enjoy bringing up the past one bit. It was mainly because of his jealousy towards your former lover, the man lit a flame of resentment inside his chest and had him clenching his fists.

"Then he died? He must have otherwise (Y/n) wouldn't have married you-"

'Crash!'

The loud smash echoed in the house and pulled everyone out of the tension and pointed their attention towards the second floor, where the crash had come from. A second of stillness, and then the adults rushed to get on the stairs first, trampling on each others feet in the process. When they reached the room to where the sound originated, all got to see what had caused the ruckus. Inside the room a table was tipped over on its side, the vase planted on it laying on the floor in a depressing state but luckily not broken. In the middle of this was none other than the boy this feast was orchestrated for.

Josh's eyes welled up in tears and he cradled his right arm in pain. Mrs. Dan ran over to him and shreiked at his injured arm. "W-what happened?''

"H-he did it.." Josh raised his good arm and pointed at Andrew, calling him out as the culprit. The boy in question looked down at the floor, letting his bangs cover his expression and having it unknown to any other than himself. He said nothing as the guests whispered around him, surprised that he would do something like that, he didn't seem the type since he was always so polite otherwise. Evan would have pinched the bridge of his nose if he could, now he carried Eli with him so that wasn't possible.

It wasn't long until the Carter family sat in the car again. Evan couldn't care less about the brat who hurt himself in whatever fight the kids had gotten themselves in. His concern now was how he would explain things to his wife.

“Worst party ever?”

“Yes, definitely.”

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