Framed Deception (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

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A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

 

A small, black box seated itself upon the kitchen countertop. Atop it was a satin plum-purple ribbon, which flowed along the sides of the box like a graceful waterfall.

Hangers were pushed aside, shoes were scattered outside of the closet and organizers were removed from the closet. In the center of the chaos, (f/n) sat cross-legged. Frustration was evident on her face, and she couldn't help but groan every now and then. Admittedly, she never had worked repainting the apartment into her plans for the future, so she now had quite an annoying problem. Her fashion sense didn't exactly equate to home painter.

Climbing ladders in heels and a skirt or a dress didn't seem like the best of options to her. None of her clothes were incredibly short, but there remained the possibility of Edmund viewing her underwear. She didn't think that he would be that sort of person; however, an accident could occur, and that would be embarrassing.

That didn't even delve into the domain of her heels. (F/n) could envision herself slipping all too easily on a ladder while she painted. If she didn't catch herself or if Edmund wasn't nearby, she could incur a serious injury. She ran her hands over her face and groaned into them. There wasn't time to go out and buy a new outfit, and she cursed herself for not thinking of it yesterday.

When her eyes landed on her clock, her heart about leaped out of her chest. She had lost track of time. It was nine thirty. Edmund would be at her home in fifteen minutes! A string of curse words filed out of her mouth as adrenaline kicked through her. (F/n) scrambled to her feet to rush into the bathroom before a dreadful sound reached her ears: the doorbell's ring.

Entirely, she froze. Why was he early?! She was still in her satin, navy blue nightgown. Her fingers combed through her locks in a panic. Was he getting back at her for yesterday? The doorbell rang again. For a moment, she was tempted to jump up and down in a panic.

Thinking fast, she ripped a cotton, black bathrobe off a hanger and threw it on. As she tied the knot, she hurried across the flooring and peeked out the window. Edmund was indeed standing there. She had been hoping that maybe the mail had arrived really early, though; she knew that was ridiculous since the mailman never came to her door.

There remained the possibility of keeping him out there, but she noticed the cans of paint by him. He was even holding a few, and he probably had more of the supplies in his car. Again, he rang the doorbell, and she wished momentarily to disappear.

Smoothing out her locks some, she hesitantly opened and unlocked the door. Her head peeked out from around it, and she couldn't keep the nervous smile off of her lips. "Come in ..." As he stepped into her apartment, he gave her a puzzled look as to why she kept hiding behind the door. "Umm, you're e-e-early."

Facing her fully, he understood why she was acting so unusual. Her (h/c) hair was in tangles, her bathrobe was haphazardly thrown on, her nightgown sleeves were beginning to slip off of her shoulders and she had no shoes or makeup on.

"I was expecting to surprise you for yesterday, but this ..." He couldn't help but chuckle. Edmund set down the paint cans by the door. "Did you sleep in?" His green-hazel eyes gleamed with amusement even though he knew the answer.