Basically just a Drabble filled story, multi-chaptered at some point. This will be... updated every time I try to get an idea for a new story or feel like writing... it will be odd, bumpy and worded awkwardly. You have been warned. I do not own the image used. Tell me if you know who's it is.

Stalker!Male Belarus x Female Reader

Warnings: violence, probably out of character a lot of the time, and cursing.

You lay on the couch in your living room, alone, sprawled out there asleep as you lay still in a dreamless sleep. Oh what a bore last night had been, your boyfriend hadn't even bothered to come home last night but what were you to do? He had left his phone, he wasn't at work... and... oh god, that was all you could think as you shot upright, awake and alert. You had fallen asleep waiting for him and there was no sign that he had come home during the night. Oh god... what if hew as cheating on you? Or worse! What if he was hurt? Dozens of thoughts raced through your mind as you sat there, eyes watering as you tried to think of a way to make yourself stop thinking... Wait.. did that even make sense? No... No it didn't. Shit!

Throwing your blanket off of your body and onto the cool hardwood floor, you stood up, stretching and examining the room. It was odd, your house seemed... colder than usual. Simply shrugging this off you shuffled into the kitchen, boiling some water to make tea for the morning. Ah, you couldn't wait for the sugary drink to calm you down and wake you up for the morning... You had a bit of a sweet tooth. It was odd, to say the least, something about the house seemed off, and yet you couldn't out your finger on exactly what it was. With a soft sigh you continued on making your tea, putting far more sugar in than was necessary.

You frowned, sitting down at the table and reading the morning paper as you drank your tea calmly... you had an unpleasant feeling in the pit of your stomach... and you couldn't escape the feeling that you were being watched.

Earlier That Morning from Another Point of View

How did it all end up like this? I was slipping, out of control as I continued on with my actions... what was happening? This wasn't me... my thoughts raced, I panicked as I tried to sort out my thoughts and figure out what the in the actual fuck had just happened. I stood there in shock as the man lay in a pool of his own blood at my feet, I wanted to scream. They had all told me, they had all known that something was wrong with me... had it always been this bad? Was this always what I was capable of?

My eyes watered as I stared at my own hands, covered in blood, not my own blood, no... it was his. All this because he had seen me before I had seen him, his headlights hit me as I peered into her bedroom window, where was she? This night she wasn't there. I had begun to wonder, what if she was out? That was unlike her to go out on a Sunday night? Maybe she was with her boyfriend... I remembered how my stomach had jumped at the thought, that asshole, that prick... that...

It should be me. [Name] should love me... I can keep her safe... I would be faithful..

How I shook that thought from my head, how I had willed it to go away. Her boyfriend, I had forgotten his name... something like... Jason? No... Oh yes, Jackson... That... мудак. He had been plowing his assistant for weeks... and [Name]... my poor sweet dear [Name] had no idea... that's why he was out... it was like that every weekend, he would sneak off to her house and fuck his assistant. I would be faithful, I would be so much better for her than him. Jealousy roared inside me, crashing against the inside of my skull, clawing at it as it fought to be let out... to be relieved.

Thats when he had seen me, his headlights flashed against my face, his car was so quiet... damn him and his money. My eyes widened in shock for a moment as he got out of his car beside me, about to ask what I was doing... I didn't remember much after that... I remember him biting my hand as I went to silence him, his thrashing body being pulled tight against my chest as I took out my knife and- I cringed at the realization... I'd killed a man.. I had killed him and now... now what could I do?

I was out of control... Spiralling away from myself, ripping apart at the seams.

I threw his limp body in the back of his car and drove off, blood still covering my hands as I went to the edge of town, there was a bridge there, high above the river and absolutely free of people at this time of night, I took a breath and threw him off into the racing water below... There was a moment where I felt guilty, where I felt like I should tell someone, call the police... and then I remembered her... my sweet little flower asleep back at her home... She would be better off without him.

It was a while before I was back at her house, I silently entered through the front door, going in to wash my hands and clean myself off, I would be free of the evidence. I glanced into their living room at first and thats where I saw her, my dear [Name] asleep on their couch... he had done his assistant there too... what was her name? Amber or something of that nature... I wanted to kill her too- NO. Oh god I really was going insane wasn't I?

It took almost two hours before I had cleaned up everything I had touched including his car and the pool of blood outside. I immediately drove his car back to Amber's apartment building, leaving it in the parking lot and wiping the inside clean yet again... I had to make sure I wasn't going to get caught. No one had seen me yet and I immediately rushed away from the scene, disposed of the evidence and went home for a few hours... I would return to [Name]'s house in the morning to watch her again... it was the only way we could be together outside of work... I wanted her to be mine so badly that it hurt...

And I would have her.