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Hello!! What about a story with yandere cowboy (male) x reader(female). In which reader decides to move to a house that belonged to her parents in a village and live close to nature. She could embrace farm life, no internet access there and the cowboy who offers to help her. Robberies happen from time to time between different villages and reader could be caught in one. Thanks for your time

What Neighbors Do

Summary: After moving into a new village in your parent's Ranch, you start to get to know your new neighbor. If only things could just go as planned.

Warnings: Yandere themes, guns, swearing, robbery, character death

A/N: Sorry for not updating last week. I had a deadline for work so it took a little longer for this to get properly edited. Also, thank you for your request, I hope you like it!

The main character is Female.

It had been about two years since my parents had passed. Since then, I have been having trouble obtaining a connection with my family. Their death was a blind side. It was weird for a while knowing they weren't going to be with me any more. I had been thinking about getting closer with my family and how I should find a way to be with them. When a package came in the mail from my uncle, I was pretty excited to find out that he had invited me to my parents' ranch. Included in the package, was a key with a letter explaining the details. This is the push I needed. I can finally be closer to my family. Excited, I started packing for the move.

After a couple of months, I was finally able to move in. Arriving at the ranch, I texted my uncle about my arrival and started unpacking my things into the new house. A couple of months prior, I had shipped most of my furniture to the ranch, my uncle promising to take care of it for me. Grabbing a stack of boxes from the rented pick up, I work to get them all inside.

Setting them down in a corner of the room, I go back out to grab some more only to find a tall man peering into the truck bed. "Can I help you?" I call out, arms crossed in front of my chest. The man turns around, he grabs his cattleman, bringing it to his chest. He extends his hand out to me.

"Hey, ya must be the new neighbor, 'eh?" He flashes me a welcoming grin, "Name's Zachary. Zachary Hunt. Ya, can call me Zach." He winks, "I'm your closest neighbor 'round here." I take his hand to shake, his grip is firm, veins that run along the back of his hand bulge slightly.

"Hi Zach, my name is (Y/n)." His grin grows wider, white canine teeth peering from his lips.

"It's real nice to meet ya. Ah, I apologize by the way. I don't mean to be rude, jus' can't help myself from being a bit nosy. Was here a while ago actually. I was helpin' to move in yer furniture." He puts his cattleman back on and casually leans against the side of the bed.

"Oh, really? Did you receive any help?" He nods.

"Yer uncle helped out. He mentioned yer coming."

"Thanks… Sorry, I'd invite you inside but.." I gesture around to my stuff still inside the bed of the truck. He nods chuckling.

"Don't worry 'bout it," he turns towards the pile of boxes, arms flexing slightly due to his grip, "how 'bout I help ya with yer thin's?"

"You really don't have to. I'd hate to bother you." I say, rushing to grab the boxes from his hands. He shakes his head and snakes around me, walking towards the house.

"It's what neighbors do." I grab a couple of boxes and jog a little to catch up with him. "'Sides," He winks at me, "It'll be nice to get to know ya better." Heat rises to my face causing me to hide behind the stack of boxes I'm carrying.

By the time we finished unloading and unboxing a couple of the boxes, the blistering sun had set. The air around us was getting colder. His milk chocolate hair clinging to his delicately, sun-kissed skin. I grab him a bottle of water from the fridge. Thanking me as he takes it from my hands, he brings the frosted bottle to the underside of his neck. Swiping it along the underside of his chin, I bite the inside of my cheek looking away. Settling down next to him on the steps we enjoy the sunset in silence for a bit. The cool breeze cards through my hair, sweeping against my sweaty skin.

"Thanks again for helping me out. I really hope I didn't keep you from anything." His eyes focus on mine, an arm slung over a knee.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I love to help out when I can." He takes a sip of his water, "Actually, I used to help out yer folks. They seemed very nice."

"Really?" He nods, a soft smile over taking his features. I can't help but mirror his expression. "You know, my mom always wanted to retire on a farm. My mom always enjoyed nature and plants." I feel my eyes well up, "She would tell me stories of how much she missed living on the farm with her parents back when she was little."

"Yeah, she was pretty happy to be here. Always had a smile on her face." I chuckle while wiping at my eyes. "I'm sure they'd be happy 'yer here. I know I am."

It had been a couple of days since Zach's visit. Upon calling my uncle, who still hasn't shown up or answered, I took in the plant delivery that apparently hadn't been canceled. Deciding to start up the nursery again, I got to work while I waited for my uncle to call back. With some research and quick glances through a couple of botany books left in the living room, I did my best to prep the plants and to take care of them as best as I could. Hours later with a bit of help from Zach, a couple of customers had flocked in to look at the plants for sale.

"Thank you so much! Please come again soon!" The customer thanks me and takes their plants home with them.

I head into one of the greenhouses to ensure the sprinkler system is on and working. Doing a couple of rounds, and checking on the water tanks, I ensure that the little plants are still surviving under my care. "Knock, knock." Zach walked in, a hand behind his back, he took off his hat, holding it at his side. "Hey. I wanted to check up on yer progress. Looks like yer doin' well." He grins. "Didn't know ya liked plants."

"Yeah. My Mom and I have always really liked plants," I lean against one of the tables, gazing at him with a smile. He places his hat on the table next to me and smiles with a chuckle.

"Actually, I brought ya a 'Welcome to the neighborhood' gift." He reveals a gardenia plant. Most of the bulbs have yet to bloom but the ones who have, a nice scent to them. I take the plant from him.

"Thank you so much! They're so beautiful but, you really didn't have to." He shakes his head.

"I just wanted to see that smile of yers, Doll." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and turns away from me. "Do ya… Do ya want me to help ya plant it in yer backyard?" I nod, his face flushed from the heat, he grabs his hat and gestures to me to follow him to help me plant it.

Once we were finished, the front desk bell rings. Excusing myself, I go over to check on it. In the front, two women wait for my arrival, talking to each other quietly.

"Hi, sorry about the wait, I was planting something." One of the women shakes their head.

"Don't worry about it Dear." As I record down the plants they're taking and calculate their prices, the other woman gasps.

"Oh, is Zach here? I noticed his truck parked in your driveway." I look up at her and nod.

"Yeah, he was helping me plant some flowers he got for me, in my yard." Both women awe.

"Zach has always been so sweet hasn't he, Mel?" The other woman nods.

"Yeah, such a sweet heart. He's been especially happy as of late hasn't he Lisa?" Mel nudges the woman next to her with a wink.

"You know, he's been very upbeat since he heard you were moving in next door." As I recite their total due for their plants, I offer a questioning look to Mel.

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since he heard you were moving in, he's been a lot more active around the village community." She hands me some cash, "He usually just works around his farm. He won't leave unless he needs something from town or if we beg him to help us fix something we can't." Lisa nods, taking the plants from the table.

"Whenever he is in town, he's usually sporting a sour look. Like he was missing something… I guess he finally found it." She winks. Mel giggles, and takes the rest of the plants back to their car. Before I can offer to help them out, Zach rushes after them. I watch as he takes some of the plants from their hands and helps them to their car. I shrug it off and go inside to make him something to drink as thanks for helping out.

As soon as he gets back, I notice blood stains adorning the cuffs of his jeans. "Are you alright? What happened?" He shakes his head and waves me off.

"Just a little cut Doll. No need to worry 'bout me." I still go to head off to my bathroom to fetch the first aid kit. He grabs my arm and pulls me back over to him. "I can assure ya I'm alright. I'm gonna have to head home anyway. Time 'fer my hogs to eat." I nod and thank him again for his help. He tips his head down in a curt nod, and waves goodbye, the stain on his cuff growing to a dark brown.

A couple of months had passed and since then, my business has taken off. During that time, I had gone to my uncle's house with Zach only to find that he was missing. Worried, Zach helped me to file a missing persons report for him.

After a bit of time, I decided to finally invite Zach over for dinner.

"Thanks for invitin' me over, Doll. Any news on yer uncle?" I shake my head, letting him in. "Sorry to hear that. I'm sure he'll turn up soon."

"Yeah, I hope so too…" Leading him over to the table, I went into the kitchen to grab the meal I had planned for us. "I hope you don't mind spaghetti for tonight." Bringing in the bowl of noodles and sauce, I grabbed his plate and served him.

He chuckled, "Like I'd say no to spaghetti." Thanking me he waits until I'm done serving both our drinks and myself before taking a bite. He nods, a smile growing on his lips.

"Like it?"

"It's really good. If yer plant business never took off, ya could be a real successful chef." I smile as I dig in.

After we're both done, Zach asks me a couple of questions.

"Have ya been… hearin' weird things lately? Like 'round the house or anythin'?" I shake my head. "Good."

"Why? Should I be worried?" He sighs.

"Well, ya should be a bit careful. Especially at night." He leans back in his seat, the chair creaking. "I know yer a strong woman and I'm sure ya can hold yer own but, I'm still a little worried 'bout ya." I nod leaning forward.

"What's going on?"

"Our town has always had a bad robbery problem. Sometimes it'd get a little… botched… Folks have been hurt before. I wouldn't want the same to happen to ya."

"I'll be careful. You should too. Well, then again, you're also pretty strong." I grin. Taking my plate and cup, I reach for his only for him to clean it up and head over to the kitchen.

"I'll help ya. 'Least I could do fer ya." Following him, we soak our dishes and head back towards the living room. "Shit, I forgot. I made us some dessert as a thanks fer dinner." He grins. "I'll be right back. Ten minutes tops." He kissed my cheek before leaving, his face flushed red. I lock the door behind him and watch as he speeds off in his truck.

After Zach had come back with dessert, we watched a movie which I had accidentally fallen asleep to. Waking up in the middle of the night, tucked in bed, I search around for my phone. Without any luck, I get out of bed only to find a note left by Zach.

Hey Doll,

You fell asleep during the movie. I didn't want to wake you up so I just brought you to your room. I hope you have a good night's rest. I'll see you tomorrow.

;)

-Zach

I giggle and slip the note into my nightstand drawer. I head over to the living room in search of my phone only to find my window broken, glass blanketing the floor in front of it. I go over to inspect it closer only for the sound of rustling to come from my room. The residual sleepiness that I had previously felt now gone, I quickly kept searching for my phone.

Grabbing it from under the table, I head into the kitchen and search for a weapon. Where are the knives? A loud bang scares me from my search. A large figure emerges from the hallway, head turned to focus on me. Dressed in all black clothing, they pulled something from the duffel bag in their hands. Slowly, they approached me, gaze still transfixed on my frozen state.

"Don't worry Little One. It'll be quick." They say, stalking closer. I force myself to mirror their movements to get away from them. My eyes scan the kitchen and fix itself on the backdoor. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." A pistol is drawn from the duffel bag and is pointed directly at me. Slowly my hands rise above my head. "That's good. That's a good Little One." I continue to back away slowly. The figure's steps are getting faster. My heart is about to jump out of my chest.

Quickly, I turn around and try to break out through the door. The pistol fires at the door grazing the skin of my cheek. I hiss and duck down. The back door swings open, another figure, dressed in black, emerges. "The fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Bitch tried to escape!"

"Yeah well the bitch in front of me almost shot me!"

I take the opportunity to duck into the living room and try the front door. Busting it open, revealed a third person, their mask was pulled up over their nose, a cigarette between his lips. Slamming the door shut, I ran back to my room and locked the door behind me.

Pulling out my phone I try to open it. Shit. I search for my charger and plug it in. Searching for a flashlight, I look for a way out without running into any of the robbers. Bangs against the door cause me to open the window and jump out immediately. I ran towards Zach's ranch. Screaming for help, I continue to push myself forward.

"Come back here! The boss will kill us if you get away! Son of a-" My vision goes black as something hard and heavy bashes against my head.

When I wake back up again, I'm on the couch, Zach inspecting me with the first aid kit by his side. Looking around the room, I notice the TV missing along with some of my smaller furniture and decorations. I groan at the throbbing pain in my head. Zach runs his hand along my head trying to soothe me.

Once I was all patched up, he helped me to sit up and helped me lean against him. "Are ya alright, Doll?" He whispers. I shake my head. His brows furrow. "Well, ya will be now that I'm here." I snuggle into him, my head throbbing.

"Please don't leave." He nods.

"Don't worry Doll, I don't plan on it." He scoops me off the couch and brings me outside. "Lets go to my house yeah? I can keep a better eye on ya there." I nod.

He helps me into his truck and straps me in. The sound of the slamming doors makes my brain feel like it's going to leak out of my ears. Falling asleep next to him, I hope for a better day tomorrow.

When I wake up again, Zach is still driving only the sky is a bright blue. A forest surrounding us. I looked over to Zach, my headache now subsided. He glances at me with a smile and continues to drive down the road.

"Where are we?"

"I'm drivin' ya home."

"What do you mean? I don't remember having a forest anywhere on the way to the Ranch."

He chuckles, "Doll, that Ranch ain't safe. I'm drivin' ya to a better, much safer home."

"Zach, that's not funny. Just drive me back home." He shakes his head.

"I'm doing this fer ya Doll."

"Please pull over." He shakes his head. "Please pull over and let me out." I reach for the door handle and try to open it mid-drive. As I desperately try to open it, the click of a gun stopped me.

"I wouldn't think about it, Doll." With one hand on the wheel, the other managing a pistol, he keeps his eyes on the road. "Ya weren't safe at that fuckin' ranch. Even despite my little warnin', ya still got hurt." A voice-cracking chuckle escapes from him. "I can't stand to see ya get hurt. Ya were just layin' there. I told those fuckin' numb-nuts to lay their grimy hands off of ya'!" He slams the pistol down on the console between us. I flinch.

"W-What do you mean you 'told them'?" I look at him, tears welling up in my eyes. He chuckles again.

"I wanted to fuckin' scare ya out of that goddamn ranch of yer's and into mine. Thought ya'd come crawlin' to me. I'd save the day and we'd be livin' together after that."

"Are you crazy?!" I look at him with disbelief. 'This can't be happening. I must be dreaming.'

"No. I ain't." He sighs, the revolver making its way back up to the side of my head. "Besides, the fuckin' police found yer uncle's body. I thought I hid the body well."

"…What…?"

"Oh yeah," he laughs, "I forgot to tell ya. Yer uncle's dead." His laughs grow heavier, "I killed the bastard. Long story." I start to scream and bang against the windows. He rolls the windows down.

After a couple of minutes, my screams die down to a sob. Zach slows down and pulls up to a log cabin in the middle of the forest.

"Doll, I know that this is a bit of a change for ya." He unbuckles his seat belt and turns towards me. "But trust me. This will be good fer ya." He strokes my hair. Getting out of his truck, he circles around to my side and opens up my door.

"Don't worry Doll, I'll take real good care of ya."

#male yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #tw death #tw obsession #tw gun threat #tw gun use #tmrwrites

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tanushakyrano · 1 year

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febuwhump day 22: can't scream

characters: Alan, Virgjl

additional warnings: injury, guns, really sinister guy

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"Stay back there. Stay quiet."

Alan repeats the last words Virgil spoke to him over and over like a mantra in his head. The nook he's squeezed himself into is cramped, claustrophobic, but his brother told him to stay here and his brother knows what to do in this situation a hell of a lot more than he does, so Alan is following his instructions to the letter. He's trying to stay so quiet that he keeps forgetting to breathe.

He can't see much from here. A sliver of corridor in front of him, that's all. The lights are well and truly busted; every now and again, one of them flickers half-heartedly on for a second or two, but then it gives up and rejoins the others in pitch darkness. The wallpaper is peeling itself away from the walls, exposing a shoddy plastering job. Dust and grime and god knows what else coats the floor in a carpet of decay. It's a miserable old building - long since abandoned, recently been marked for imminent demolition - and really not the place Alan wanted him or Virgil to die, so he was doing his best to stay quiet and out of the way because he wasn't the best at hand-to-hand combat (any sort of combat, really) and he had a sneaking suspicion that their chances of getting out of this would actually decrease if he tried to help.

So. Here he was, crammed into a tiny corner of a dilapidated building, wishing and hoping and praying that wherever Virgil was, he was dealing with the situation and was okay.

Alan really hoped his brother was okay.

The lack of light and the wall obscuring his view meant that he heard the footsteps well before he saw his brother sprinting full-tilt along the corridor. They were loud, heavy, the footsteps of someone sacrificing stealth for speed. Sure enough, a second set of footsteps hot on his heels heralded the arrival of the mysterious gentleman who'd tried to blow Alan's head off his shoulders about thirteen minutes ago.

Two shots ring out.

It takes every ounce of self-control in Alan's body not to break his promise to Virgil and reveal his hiding spot. A paralysing sound rips itself from his brother's throat - half ragged inhale, half agonised scream - and Alan knows with sickening certainty that at least one bullet (but maybe not both, please not both-) has found its mark.

His hands grip the wall tightly in an effort to physically hold himself back. If Alan runs out to help Virgil now, all he will get for his trouble is a bullet to the head before he can even reach him. He needs to stay alive. Wait for an opportunity. Hope that Virgil hasn't bled out by then.

The man walks into view. He's sauntering slowly, confidently. The gun in his hand is raised almost lazily, pointing straight at Virgil. There's a smirk plastered on his face. Alan would just love to punch it right off.

"International Rescue isn't all it's made out to be, is it?"

He cocks his head like a curious bird. "I mean, you're supposed to be good. You're the foremost rescue organisation on the planet. But I must say, I'm not seeing anything particularly special in you."

Virgil's breathing is heavy, but the loathing sits thick on his tongue as he spits out a response.

"Fuck. You."

"Now, now." The man seems faintly amused. "Your little brother is much too young to hear that kind of language."

Alan's body goes still.

"Your brother certainly has a mouth on him, doesn't he, Alan?"

The man tilts his head, smiles, and turns to point the gun directly at him.

"Now, now, Alan. A well-raised boy like you certainly should have been taught some manners. Why don't you come out and say hello?"

#thunderbirds are go #cora writes #alan tracy #virgil tracy #febuwhump23 #whump #tw injury #tw gun threat

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