Hard To Be Crazy When Your Victim Is Stupid
Ditzy reader, unaware reader, she’s literally blind to the very obvious red flags. - Lighter yandere content, kind of a crack fic. -
TW: mention of sedation/tranquilizers, kidnapping, forced isolation, manipulation
“Where are we going?” you follow behind your friend who tugged you out the door with no explanation “My house.” he says, not looking back at you “Oh! Are we having a sleepover?” you chirp excitedly, it wasn’t uncommon for him to invite you over, usually he’d give you a heads up but you were excited regardless “Sure, lets say that.” you don’t catch the tension in his voice, just happy to spend time with your only friend.
Over the years you had slowly lost contact with everyone you had befriended, Nico had been by your side through it all, holding you close and comforting you when you’d be kicked from a group chat, ghosted or have people cancel plans last minute. You relied on him for almost everything, he was your only source of stability.
You allow him to lightly lift you into the truck, deftly buckling you in and shutting the door once you’re situated. When he slides in behind the wheel you start fiddling with the radio, flicking through stations “I don’t have an overnight bag, can I borrow some clothes to sleep in?” he glances at you as he holds the back of the headrest, turning around to back out of the parking space “What’s mine is yours.” you reach down and re-tie your ankle bracelet that had loosened, missing the intense gaze he fixes on you as he starts driving “What movie are we watching tonight? I saw that Hulu added some new things, and there’s new episodes of that show you like on Prime.” he just grunts in response, white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
“Are you okay Nico? Are you getting sick?” you reach out to press your palm against his forehead, checking for a fever, but he just gently pushes you away, voice clipped “No, I’m fine.” you stare at him, worried. You eye the speedometer as he pushes well past the speed limit, his eyes sharp and focused on the road.
Nico was rarely ever this tense, he was usually a serious guy in public, but around you he softened, spoke more gently, touched you softly, now his demeanor left you a bit confused and concerned.
You sigh and brush it off, he’d talk to you when he’s ready, no use pushing him into opening up before he feels comfortable sharing. You hum quietly as you scroll through your social media, unaware of the turmoil of thoughts reeling in your friend's mind.
The car rolls to a stop and you look up, the trip to his house much faster than usual with him breaking quite a few road laws to get here. He clicks the button on your seatbelt before you have a chance to, the childlock preventing you from opening the door yourself, something he did to subconsciously force you to rely on him and prepare you for this moment.
The childlocked door was one of many subtle manipulation tactics he had woven into your life, none that could seriously harm you of course, he’d rather die than be the reason for your suffering.
No, it was small things, like stealing your keys so you’d call him panicked to help you look for them, purposely ordering the wrong food for you when you couldn't overhear just so you’d plead him to ask for it to be fixed, pressing a sharp nail into your tire so you’d have no choice but to ask him for rides to work since you couldn’t afford to get the tire fixed or replaced.
Every single frustration, accident and random unlucky event he had a solution for, granted that’s because he created most of the issues to begin with. But sometimes luck would fall heavy on him and he would be blessed with something that he hadn’t even caused.
Like the time your shithead boyfriend cheated on you before Nico had a chance to kill him, and the time you got fired from work before he had a chance to submit an anonymous complaint so you’d have to take a position at his own job, and best of all, when you stumbled across a private group chat on one of your friends phones where they complained about you and made fun of you behind your back.
Everything was perfectly formulated to get you here, compliant and dependant, so trusting of your best friend, so willing to follow him wherever he asked.
Nico loves you so much it hurts, like a rabid animal clawing at his ribs, frothing at the mouth, demanding to be heard and seen. He held back for so many years, knowing that even if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings he’d still lock you away, he’d still keep you for himself, but still being so desperate for your love and affection.
He holds the door open for you, helping you down, his truck much too high for you to climb out of comfortably. Another deceitful trick, another way to have you depend on him.
“Thanks Nico!” you grin up at him and a flash of guilt hits him like a sucker punch. You wouldn’t look at him like that after he locks the door behind you, after he keeps you tucked away safe from harm. He knows this is the best decision, the way to keep you close and protected, but the chance of you understanding that is slim.
You shuffle behind him, still wearing your fuzzy house slippers since he ushered you out the door so quickly “Nico, I’m hungry.” you grumble as he shakily slides his key in the front door “I have snacks for you, and I’ll cook you your favorite meal for dinner.” his hands tremble, after he takes you inside there would be no going back, he knows that, he knows that he won’t be able to resist, he won’t be able to take you home and pretend nothing happened.
Nico hesitates, breath shallow in his lungs and sweat beading on his forehead. The door swings open and you step inside. Something eases in his chest, he’s had you over so many times, that tightness only growing each time you had to leave. He watches you walk in, kicking off your slippers and padding around barefoot like you own the place. You’re his now, completely his, you couldn’t escape. All the windows and doors lock from the inside with keys that he kept tucked away, hidden from desperate fingers.
You notice it quickly, changing your path to stand on your toes and peer at the hefty latch on the window closest to you. His heart races, this is it, the moment you panic, when you scream and sob, the moment his heart will break as he’s forced to sedate you.
“This is really smart Nico! Now nobody can break in and steal your stuff!” you give him a thumbs up, already moving towards the kitchen to raid his cabinets. It takes a moment for his brain to catch up, still prepared to pin you down and restrain you.
You squat down, rummaging through the miscellaneous snacks he had stocked up on the day before “Can I have these?” you turn to holler across the room, yelping when you see him hovering right behind you.
There, that’s the panic.
His palms sweat as fear flickers across your face and just as quickly disappears, followed by you giggling sweetly “Asshole!” you swat his knee, turning back to grab a packet of gummy candy to accompany the chips you were asking about.
Nico stares down at you, confused, practically vibrating with anxiety.
When will she notice? Has she already noticed?
That had to be it. His hands clench and unclench, that was the only answer, you already knew and you were pretending, trying to act normal so you could escape, so you could run for help, attack him, break a window, anything to get away.
You stand and he tenses up, ready for you to lunge at him or make a great escape. Instead you hook your arm around his elbow and tug him towards the couch, ripping open your chips “Pick a movie.” you say through a mouthful of food, snuggling into the cushions and handing him the remote.
For you, his silent demeanor was normal, he was a very calm and collected man, more of a listener than a yapper, and a lot more skittish than most, always being a bit jumpy and flustered when you initiated any kind of physical affection, so nothing felt amiss other than him seeming slightly more rigid than usual
You lean against his shoulder, watching as he slowly flips through different movie options “Did you have a bad day Nico?” you ask, switching to your gummies, he tenses “Why?” you just shrug, fishing out the gross flavors and holding them out for him to take “You just seem off, I was worried something might’ve happened at work.” you can feel the tremor in his hands and he scoops the unwanted candy out of your palm “I’m fine.” you tilt your head back to look up at him “Are you sure?” he glances down at you, his heart tugging at the way your lips slip down in disappointment, the way you always look when he withdraws.
It’s fake, she’s trying to lure you in.
She’s too sweet to do that.
Even the most docile animal will bite when it’s trapped.
He looks away, teeth grinding as he wars with himself. Trying to split his focus between the TV and you, not wanting to let his guard down in case you make your move.
He settles on some sci-fi movie, sure to bore you to sleep, an easy way to test you. See if you’d try to run. Sure enough, less than five minutes into the film your eyes start to droop, half chewing a gummy bear, eyes glazed over, boredom setting in.
Nico takes advantage of your supposed sleepiness and pretends to close his eyes, letting his breathing even out as if he’d fallen asleep. Seconds later he feels you relax against him, your packet of candy falling out of your hand. He remains there for a solid half hour before he finally feels you twitch and sit upright. It takes every ounce of control to not grab you as you stand up.
I knew it, she’s going to run.
His pulse skyrockets as he slowly reaches for the syringe in his pocket, already filled with a low dose tranquilizer. The doorknob rattles quietly and his stomach seizes.
Just as he’s about to move, your hands shake his shoulder, startling him “Nico, I left my phone in the truck.” you whine, clearly still half asleep. He opens one eye, studying you for a beat “Can I get it for you in the morning?” another test, if you threw a fit and demanded he go get it that would be a sure sign you wanted to escape.
You just mumble something incoherent before clambering into his lap, tucking your face into his neck and falling right back asleep. He can hear the blood rushing in his head as he releases the syringe. Carefully cradling you as he stands up, heading to the bedroom.
Maybe she just hasn’t noticed yet?
He frowns down at you, surely you would have caught on to the oddness of the situation right? There was no way you hadn’t noticed his weird behavior or been concerned about the new locks?
Nico locks the bedroom door behind him, gently tucking you under the covers and laying down next to you, finally allowing himself to relax and get a few hours of sleep.
He’s jerked awake by you frantically yanking at the door, morning light creeping in through the half closed curtain.
Fuck! I knew it!
He fumbles in his pocket, uncoordinated from being ripped out of his sleep.
“Nicoooo! You asshole!” you wail, crossing your legs awkwardly. He freezes as you turn towards him “You accidentally locked the door! I gotta pee so bad!” he shoots upright, unlatching the lock placed too high for you to reach “Sorry, sorry.” he mumbles, voice groggy with sleep. He watches as you waddle down the hallway to the bathroom, shooting him the middle finger and sticking your tongue out before slamming the door shut.
He flinches, still tense and on high alert.
What the fuck? How did she not freak out about that? Any normal person would panic about getting locked in a room.
The sound of the toilet flushing makes him shake off the exhaustion, realizing that he had left his shaving razor on the sink yesterday morning, a stupid mistake that could cost him his life if you popped open the plastic and took out the blades.
You open the door, sticking your head out “Can I borrow your toothpaste?” you hold up the spare toothbrush he kept for you, he just nods, watching as you push the door the rest of the way open and begin brushing your teeth, waving at him with a sleepy smile in the mirror.
He waves back awkwardly, unsure of how to react. Nothing had gone how he expected. Had he broken you already without meaning to? Did his years of forcing you to be dependent on him completely rot your brain?
You spit in the sink, rinsing out your mouth “Do you want clean clothes?” he asks as you stretch, trodding back over to him “That would be great, thanks.” he watches you from the corner of his eye as he opens his dresser, waiting for you to reveal the razor hidden in your hand, you shuffle closer and he stills “Can I wear that one?” you point at an old band shirt from his early college days, back when he was a lot more edgy and rough around the edges. He just hands it to you, moving one drawer down to find a spare pair of pants you had left a few months ago.
He knew it wasn’t the best idea to show you all the clothes he’d already bought for you tucked away in his closet. His heart leaps into his throat as the door to said closet creaks open.
Nico just couldn’t catch a break could he? Karma was out to personally smite him.
“Why can’t I just wear something from here?” you ask, rifling through the hanging clothes “Oh fuck.” you mumble, he freezes, finally, finally you’d freak out, finally you’d have a normal reaction. He slowly turns towards you to find you already facing him, eyes wide and hand clamped over your mouth.
“Nico…” your voice is so tight it makes him nauseous “Do you have a girlfriend?” his jaw drops in an almost cartoonish reaction “Huh?” you point aggressively at the closet “Dude! You can’t invite me over to spend the night when you have a girlfriend, that’s so sleazy!” you insist, angry for all the wrong reasons.
“Are you stupid?” he blurts out, frustrated by your complete lack of awareness “That’s mean.” you cross your arms and glare at him “I fucking kidnapped you!” he flings his arms wide “I locked you in my house and have no intention of letting you leave! You saw the locks on the windows, you know that I locked you in my bedroom with me, you see that I have a closet full of clothes that are your fucking size and you think that I have a girlfriend? I’m fucking obsessed with you!” he strides forward, gripping your shoulders, baffled by how you seem to be unable to catch any red flags.
You look around, shifting your gaze between the heavy lock on the door and the closet “What?” your head tilts in confusion and his head dips down in astonishment “Oh my god.” he mutters under his breath.
“I. Kidnapped. You.” he says slowly, waiting for a flicker of understanding “You. Will. Never. Leave.” your face scrunches up “Why would you do that?” Nico feels like his skull is about to implode “Because I’m insane, literally insane, I would kill for you, I would rip everyone you love away from you so that you only pay attention to me, I would burn everything to the ground so the only thing you look at is me.” you blink up at him “You’re pretty intense.” you pat him on the shoulder and walk away.
He drops to his knees, drained and irritated. “I’m gonna make some breakfast! Do you want some?” you shout from the hallway and he just groans, pressing his forehead to the floor “What the fuck.” he whispers.
If you enjoyed this yandere fic please feel free to check out my Meet The Yan! post that offers more info about Nico and what he looks like. Eventually you'll be able to request fics with your fave yandere character once all of them have been introduced! - Ketchup
