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I’ve been getting back into Danganronpa because of 2x2, have you seen anything about that? Anyways I’ve always adored Kokichi and wondered if write a reader who Kokichi secretly likes but he has to expose killed someone (you can make it for the others or unintentional if you don’t like to write as bad of readers). I love seeing the new things you write!
AHHH I can’t wait for 2x2! And wow this is an interesting request O_O I don’t feel like a yandere would let his reader get executed, but I decided to make an exception.
Title: Blackened
Pairings: Yandere! Kokichi Ouma x F! Reader
WARNINGS: yandere themes, murder, does not follow the original storyline
“Nishishishi! Good morning, peasants!”
The doors to the dining area slammed open, revealing none other than Kokichi Ouma. A few groans surfaced in response.
Kaito was one of the groaners. “You’re late, man. We were just talking-”
“Talking? Talking is boring!” Kokichi dismissed him immediately. He hopped onto the table rather gracefully. His purple eyes darted across the room until they landed on you.
You were sitting farther away from the others, as you always did. You also looked exhausted, as though you hadn’t slept at all last night. Kokichi zeroed in on you, hopping off the table and zooming over to your side.
“You look soooooooo tired.” He tilted his head to the side, as if studying you. “Ah, I bet you stayed up all night planning my murder! I’m so flattered!”
Unsure of what to say, you just blinked confusedly at him. He giggled loudly at your response. He pulled a panta bottle out of seemingly nowhere and shoved it into your hands. It was already open and half drunk.
“Drink up! I don’t want my favorite future victim to dehydrate!”
Kokichi smiled at you and laughed when you pushed the panta bottle away in disgust. His violet eyes never left your face, an almost dreamy expression on his own face.
I can see right through you. Kokichi smirked. He had been watching you for weeks- since the killing game began, really. He had sneaked into your room, leaving your favorite snacks on your bed. He had followed you around, quiet as a mouse, never being noticed, not even once.
The group finally went back to talking, completely ignoring Kokichi’s antics. Kaito turned to you as well, asking, “Why were you and Ryoma arguing so loudly last night?”
You averted your eyes and muttered, “Why don’t you ask Ryoma?”
Ryoma leaned back. “I believe (Y/n) is hiding something. She hasn’t even told us her Ultimate talent yet.”
You shot him a glare but didn’t respond. The mood in the room shifted and Kokichi could tell that suspicion towards you was rising. Poor (Y/n)...
The conversation eventually turned to mundane activities and you relaxed noticeably. Kokichi longed to hear more about the audacity Ryoma had to confront you like that, but it wouldn’t befit the Ultimate Supreme Leader to pry.
Eventually, everyone left the dining room to go and do whatever they felt like. Kokichi was in a bad mood, the thought of Ryoma getting you alone made him irrationally angry. He didn’t blame you. No, he could never blame you.
He was relaxing in his room when it happened.
Ding dong, dong ding
“A body has been discovered!”
Immediately, fear shot through him. Were you okay? Did Ryoma hurt you? He ran out of his room, hearing Monokuma tell everyone to go to the library. Strange, that was where the first crime was at…
Kokichi burst inside, finding Kirumi, Shuichi, and Kaito already at the scene of the crime. His jaw just about dropped.
It was Ryoma.
There was blood everywhere, mostly from his chest, where a kitchen knife protruded. While Kokichi intially felt relief that it wasn’t you lying there, he immediately knew how suspicious it was that, after an argument between you and Ryoma, he would turn up dead.
His eyes widened when he noticed a scrap of purple clothing- just like you wore and a bloody footprint that matched your shoe. You were… You were…
You were going to die?
A shudder wracked Kokichi’s body. He couldn’t die for you, the Ultimate Supreme Leader had to stay alive. Or at least, he had to die on his own terms.
You idiot… Maybe if you had come to me, I could have helped you. We could have made a trial that was so much more fun.
He sauntered over to the scrap of clothing and picked it up when no one was looking. He slipped it into his pocket and said under his breath, “Don’t worry, I’ll at least make your last game super fun for us.”
Kokichi had never investigated this hard before. The more he looked, the more he found. It slowly became clear that this was not someone framing you- this was something you had done in a fit of rage.
You hadn’t come to the crime scene, which honestly just made you more suspicious. Kokichi found you staring into space in the dining room.
“Someone did something bad,” he drawled, approaching you.
“I know,” you said softly, “I got too angry… I didn’t bother cleaning up the evidence, I want to get what I deserve.”
“That’s no fun at all!” Kokichi wailed. “No, you have to keep quiet, okay?”
“It doesn’t matter whether I deny it or not, they’re going to find out.”
Kokichi pouted, “For me, don’t say a word, pretty please?”
“Just so you can have fun?” you replied, stunned. “You know what, whatever. I’ll stay mostly quiet. But I won’t let everyone else die for me, so don’t expect me to get everyone killed.”
“Deal!”
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The class trial went as terribly as you could have expected. Everyone immediately suspected you, even without the fabric Kokichi had stolen from the crime scene. After all, you were the one having a screaming match with him.
Shuichi talked about the bloody footprint, everyone agreeing that it could only belong to you. You merely bowed your head in acceptance, not saying anything to the accusations.
“She didn’t work alone,” Kokichi giggled.
Everyone, including you, turned to stare at Kokichi. He pulled a bloody piece of white fabric out of his pocket and shook it around. “Look familiar? Now, who did the actual killing? Me or (Y/n)?”
Your eyes went wide. You looked absolutely horrified by Kokichi’s lie. “But-”
“You don’t need to say anything, silly.” Kokichi laughed his signature laugh. “Who, oh who, could have done this crime?”
Debates started, Shuichi and the others struggling to discover who the true murderer was. Kokichi was finally enjoying himself while you couldn’t take it anymore.
“STOP!” you screamed, “It was me, okay? I was so angry at Ryoma that I killed him. Kokichi had nothing to do with it. Just… vote me.”
Kokichi seethed, but he couldn’t be too angry with you. He… loved you, after all. And now you were going to die?
He tried to remain smiling when he pulled out the last, damning evidence: the purple fabric. “Fine, fine, I’ll admit it. The Ultimate Supreme Leader wasn’t a part of this crime.”
Shuichi put together the crime from beginning to end. Tears pricked your eyes but you refused to let them fall. This was your just reward.
Kokichi told himself this was fine. He got to live. You would… die. But he would live! The only bad thing was that your trial ended up being boring and straightforward.
Voting time began and Kokichi felt horrible pressing the button that represented you. Of course, you were found guilty of murdering Ryoma.
“She never told you she was the Ultimate Actress, did she? Puhuhuhu,” Monokuma said, “Wonder why she hid it?”
Before you knew it, you were standing on a stage in front of a theater of Monokumas. The spotlight turned on, everything else going dark. The spotlight was so bright… and so hot… Your skin began burning and you fell to your knees, screaming in pain. It was a long execution and all the students watched in sympathy and horror. Eventually, your eyes glazed over, your skin practically melted.
Kokichi fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He thought he could handle it. He thought living on would be too good of an opportunity to take.
Now he didn’t want to live at all. Not when you were gone.
Oh you can write for Neige! I Imagine a reverse scenario with him where if Neige kept stealing roles that Vil wanted, Vil unknowingly stole Neige's crush from him. Like maybe him and reader are both actors and she's like the perfect princess in his eyes especially with her heroine roles! Until reader watched some of Vil's villain roles and fell in love with his characters. So much so that she started talking to Neige about how cool he is and how fun being a villain character seems to be. Even going as far as to try auditioning for villainess roles because now she wants some of that action.
Cuz lets face it, villains are more often geeked out about more than the heroes.
Title: Stolen Spotlight
Pairings: Yandere! Neige LeBlanche x F! Reader
WARNINGS: yandere themes
Description: Why would you want Vil when Prince Charming is right here?
Part 2: here
“Vil is so amazing, isn’t he?”
Neige sank a little deeper into his chair, hiding his irritation. Vil finished his lines for the scene and the director yelled, “Cut! Perfect as always, Schoenheit!”
“Wow!” you squealed, “I got the chills, didn’t you, Neige?”
The dark-haired boy gave you a closed-eyed grin, “Of course!” As Vil walked by, he could sense the jealousy seeping through at the sight of Neige in his “Prince Charming” outfit and makeup.
It was ironic, he thought, for Vil to be so envious of him, when his hard feelings couldn’t compare to the storm inside of Neige himself. Sure, he could have any protagonist’s role, if only he were to ask, but Vil owned something far more precious…
Your affection.
It didn’t make any sense! You and Neige were always Prince and Princess in the movies and plays you both auditioned for, while Vil was just a villain. You spent more quality time with Neige and never said a word to Vil.
Yet, here he was, friendzoned. All while you pined for someone that could never be the hero of anyone’s story.
Vil was a cold, calculating villain that was cast aside by the end of the story. He was doomed to be outshone by the prince or hero- by Neige.
So why? Why did you look at Vil like he hung the stars in the sky? Why did you hang on to his every word, prewritten or not?
Neige swallowed the bitterness creeping up his throat. He should be happy for you. You were his closest friend, after all.
But when you gushed, “I’d love to play as a villainess just once. Can you imagine that? I would be standing beside Vil, then!” Neige could barely stand it.
His nails dug into his palm, leaving crescent moon nail markings. That wasn’t how the story was supposed to go.
Neige forced a laugh, “Oh? But wouldn’t that ruin your image? Fans might not like seeing you as the villain.”
Your eyes filled with doubt and disappointment.
Good.
“Besides,” he continued sweetly, “Playing a villain means you’d have to go against me. Are you sure you want that?”
He knew you loved him- even if it wasn’t in the way he wanted. He was your best friend, your co-star, your Prince Charming… He had spent years on screen perfecting your chemistry on screen.
Yet, Vil stole your love right from under him.
So, Neige smiled, sickly sweet, “You don’t need to change, you know,” he murmured, “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
You seemed to consider his words, but you still looked at Vil, who was getting his makeup touched up, with longing.
Neige had spent years beside you, matching your every step in dance scenes, cradling you in his arms, even kissing you once or twice. And yet, you’d throw all that away to be with someone everyone clearly thought fit a villainous role.
“You were born to be a heroine,” Neige said as warmly as possible, “Strong and loved by all the fans,” he took your hand in his and squeezed gently, “Not some scheming nobody, second place to the villain.”
Your brow crumpled, “But… it’s not about that. It’s about-”
“Don’t you like things the way they are,” Neige interrupted before you could think your way out of this, “We are the perfect pair. Our fans love us together. Why change something that works so well?”
Your eyes cast down to look at your hands in your lap. Neige nearly sighed in relief.
This was how it should be.
He squeezed your hand gently, ready to land the finishing blow, “I don’t want to see you end up in a role that doesn’t suit you or get stuck with someone who doesn’t care for you as much as I do.”
Your eyes widened, your cheeks darkening a little.
Neige let himself bask in the way he flattened your resolve without lifting a finger. But just as quickly, your expression turned determined.
“But that’s exactly the problem,” you said, pulling your hand away, “I don’t want to do what everyone expects me to do. I want to try something different!”
His stomach dropped, his perfect mask nearly cracking down the middle.
You smiled, but it wasn’t the cute, innocent one he loved, but one steeled with resolve.
“I’m going to audition for the villainess role,” you declared determinedly, “And I think I can make it!”
With that, you skipped off to your rehearsal, smiling widely, leaving Neige sitting alone, fists clenched at his sides.
Fine. If he had to be the villain to get you to himself, then he would be the villain.
I might not post as often, as I'm working on a yandere novel! I hope to get it published, but if not, I'll self-publish. Either way, I'll share the book with you all, and I really hope you guys will read it when it's finished!
I will be doing Kinktober when October rolls around!
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Requested on Quotev by Celestiallove. Poor doggy *sobs*. I definitely don’t own a mini-pit, chihuahua, and mini-pom. And my in-laws, who I now live with, definitely don’t own a husky. Definitely not.
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Title: Marry Me
Pairings: Yandere! Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader
WARNINGS: yandere themes, animal death, threats, aged-up characters, swearing, spoilers for Bakugou’s hero name, Bakugou is seriously evil in this
Description: Bakugou wants you to marry him, and he’s willing to get his hands dirty to get what he wants.
It was a stereotype for single women to have a lot of cats.
Well, you didn’t have cats, but you did have four dogs, who you loved to death and would do anything for. You had a husky, a chihuahua, and a mini-pomeranian that you’d had since you were a teenager, plus a mini-pit (you think) that you’d rescued from the streets recently. They all loved you just as much as you loved them- enthusiastically greeting you when you got home from work, cuddling with you on the couch, competing for your attention, and sleeping with you on your bed.
Who needed men when you had pets?
It was night time when your life went to shit. You had just gotten off of a long shift and were lying on your lumpy couch. Your chihuahua and mini-pom were curled up on your lap, your mini-pit was cuddled up against your side, and your husky was lying on your feet. The streaming app on your TV was playing your favorite TV show. It was the ideal night for you.
Someone knocked on the door to your apartment, and your brow furrowed in confusion. Who would be knocking at this hour? Your dogs leapt up from the couch and your lap, barking up a storm and running to the locked door. You fumbled for the remote and paused your show.
“Go to the bedroom!” you called to your precious pooches, making them cease their barking and run off. You didn’t want them jumping on whoever was at your door.
You crossed the living room and opened the door a crack, peering through the doorway at whoever had dared to interrupt your quiet night. The person you saw outside your door shocked you.
Bakugou Katsuki- you had gone to UA with him, though you hadn’t been in the hero course. But, of course, you knew who he was. Everyone did. He had won the Sports Festival three years in a row and had become a Pro Hero that consistently ranked highly in popularity polls.
You weren’t sure you had ever talked to him before.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, not meaning to sound as rude as you were. But it was 10 pm, and you were confused and a little pissed at being interrupted. Plus, you had watched this guy be tied to a podium and fucking muzzled, as well as heard him yelling clear across the school between classes. You weren’t exactly pleased to see such a violent brute at your door, Pro Hero or not.
He wasn’t in his hero uniform, but instead he wore a black tank top that showed off his muscular arms and black sweatpants, along with black combat boots. Very casual.
“Need to talk to you.” His words were vague, not to mention completely out of nowhere. What did Pro Hero Dynamight have to talk to you about?
“Am I in trouble?” you asked nervously. That was the only possible explanation you could think of, but you couldn’t think of anything you had done wrong. You were an upstanding citizen and, generally, a pretty nice person. You had never broken the law or gotten so much as a parking ticket.
A smirk curled at Bakugou’s lips. “Nah, nothing like that.”
“Then why…?”
Bakugou shrugged, “Just need’ta talk to you. Can I come in?”
You were uncomfortable and felt this strange feeling of foreboding. Don’t be silly- he’s a Pro Hero! He wouldn’t do anything bad.
But still, you hesitated to open the door and invite him inside. Something was telling you- whispering in your ear- that you shouldn’t let him into your apartment no matter what. “Um, I’m kinda busy. Can you just say what you need to say so I can get back to work?”
Bakugou frowned. “Don’t lie to me. You’re just watchin’ TV.”
How did he know that? Was it a lucky guess? You still didn’t want to let him in. “What did you want to talk about?”
Bakugou gritted his teeth. “Let me in and I’ll tell ya.”
Your brain warred with itself. You didn’t know why you didn’t want to let him in, didn’t have a reason beyond instincts. “Um-”
“Oh my God, just open the damn door!” Bakugou snapped, smoke curling from his palms. He never had been known as being a patient person. Before you could make a decision, he finally placed a large, scarred hand on the door and flung it open, making you squeal in surprise and back away.
Bakugou stomped into your apartment like he owned the place, red eyes wandering over the space. You let out a weak “hey-”, but he just wandered farther inside before plopping himself down on your couch.
“Fuckin’ hate this show,” he muttered, grabbing the remote and backing out of the paused episode. “How can you stand such garbage?”
Well, that was rude, but what did you expect from Bakugou? You felt intensely awkward just standing there in the doorway. You hadn’t seen Bakugou in person since high school.
“What did you want to talk about?” Your voice was strong and serious, demanding an answer this time. You just wanted him to hurry up and spit it out so he’d get out of your apartment faster.
Bakugou patted the spot next to him on the couch while using your remote to scroll through the options your streaming service offered. You reluctantly made your way towards him, but didn’t take the offer to sit. He finally settled on The Walking Dead and turned his head to look at you with his intense red eyes.
“Well,” Bakugou started, then stopped, as though he were nervous to say whatever it was he wanted to say. That was new. You’d never seen Bakugou nervous before. In fact, overconfident is how you would usually describe him. Finally, he continued, “Liked you since high school. Came here to give you the offer of becoming my wife.”
He looked at you so expectantly, but you couldn’t even begin to process what he had just said. The two of you hadn’t even said a word to each other at UA. He hadn’t been in any of your classes, as you were a general course student. He had never been to the retail store you worked at, as far as you knew. You had never even crossed paths.
So why was he here at 10 pm, in your apartment that he forced his way into, confessing his crush on you?
Then, it hit you. He was asking you to be his wife? Completely skipping the step of dating and straight to marriage?
“Um...” You had to come up with a response that wouldn’t make him lose his temper on you. He was famous for that, after all. “No.” Whoops, that was blunt.
His red eyes narrowed, and his palms were smoking again. “Why the hell not?”
“We- we don’t even know each other!” You were in disbelief.
“Well, I know you,” he said, as if that solved everything.
You swallowed nervously. “Please get out of my apartment.”
“If you don’t marry me, I’ll…” Bakugou looked furious, which you had tried to avoid. His eyes darted around the apartment again before his eyes fell on your dog bowls and lit up. “I’ll kill your dogs. One at a time. Know you love them to death, right?” That smirk was back.
The sound of The Walking Dead playing was the only noise in the apartment. You went silent, slowly processing the words you couldn’t believe had come out of a Pro Hero’s mouth. “You wouldn’t do that-”
“Yes, I fuckin’ will.” His voice was dead serious, and you could detect no lies in his gaze. What did you say? What could you do? You couldn’t let him kill your precious companions, but you couldn’t just marry him either!
Just then, your chihuahua came bursting into the living room, finally deciding to ignore your command to stay in the bedroom. As soon as he saw Bakugou, he began to growl, advancing towards him bravely, despite his small size.
Without a word, Bakugou pointed his open palm at the dog and fired off an explosion that rocked your apartment. “No!” you screamed, searching through the smoke for your precious pet, praying that he was alright.
Your prayers were not answered.
The chihuahua laid unnaturally still upon the floor, fur singed off while the scent of burning flesh filled the apartment. You screamed, loud and long, rushing to your dog’s side and sobbing loudly. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you cradled his dead body to your chest, turning to glare at Bakugou through blurry eyes.
“How could you do that? How could you kill him? You’re supposed to be a hero!” you yelled at him through broken sobs.
“Whoops.” Bakugou didn’t look at all sorry. “Forgot my own strength.”
“You’re a monster!” you wailed.
Bakugou huffed. “Well, will ya marry me or not? I don’t wanna have to kill another one, but I will if I need to.”
You hesitated but, feeling your poor dog cradled to your chest, you knew the decision was already made.
I know in yandere smut it's suppose to be forceful for- obvious reasons, but it would be nice to read a noncon where he atleast does some small loving actions. Especially if it's a scenario where he believes that they're in love. Like his hands would search for the fl's hands because he wants to hold them. Or he tries to calm her down via peppering kisses.
Y'know...lets try adding some sugar to our spice
I like both forceful and sweetly forceful- characters like Midoriya or Tanjiro who just love you SO much, they're so sweet, even when forcing themselves on you...
Making you cum multiple times on their tongue and fingers before even thinking of himself. Whispering sweet nothings and praising and complimenting you nonstop. Intertwining your fingers with his. Kissing you all over your face and sweetly kissing your lips with no tongue being forced down your throat.
No, You're Mine: Chapter One (Yandere! Bakugou x F! Reader x Yandere! Midoriya)
I got some likes so here we go...
WARNINGS: yandere themes, kidnapping, aged-up characters, swearing, Bakugou’s mean but what’s new, spoilers for hero names, drugging
Normally, you were a deep sleeper, but tonight, for some reason, you couldn’t get to sleep. You were tossing and turning- this unexplainable feeling of dread weighing down your chest. Tugging your blankets higher, up to your chin, you closed your eyes and tried to force sleep to take over your tired brain.
Then, you heard it. The sound of a door creaking open, and footsteps padding through your apartment. Fear seized you, all thoughts of sleep leaving you immediately. Someone is in my apartment!
“Such an idiot, leaving her keys under the welcome mat. Anyone could have walked in here.” A rough voice muttered, but in the otherwise silence, his voice was deafening.
“Kacchan! Don’t call her an idiot! She’s perfect!” Another voice! This one was breathy, and so quiet you actually had to strain your ears to hear it. Two men in my apartment! What the hell do I do?!
Your body trembled under your blankets, suddenly cold despite the heat of the clear summer night. What were you supposed to do? And why did those voices sound so familiar?
“Shut the fuck up, Deku!” the gruffer voice said, voice rising in anger.
Deku? Isn’t that the name of a Pro Hero? It certainly sounds like him…
“Be quiet, Kacchan! She’s sleeping- we don’t want to wake her!”
“Oh, whatever. She’s a deep sleeper. Won’t even fucking wake if I yell.” Despite his angry words, the voice was definitely quieter.
God, what would have happened if you hadn’t been able to get to sleep?!
The footsteps started up again, followed by the second voice you had heard, sounding even breathier and more excited.. “Ahhh, I can’t believe we’re in her apartment! Everything smells like her!”
You could hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing. The voice continued, “Everything in here belongs to her! She picked all of this stuff out! She did! Ohhh, I hope she likes what we picked out for her…”
“Don’t fucking care…” the other voice muttered. You finally realized who the other voice might belong to- Dynamight! Was this a prank?
The footsteps started to move closer to your bedroom. You shot out of bed and frantically looked around for whatever you could use as a weapon, no longer frozen in place. Your breaths grew shallower as you panic began to take over. There was no way you could take on two grown men, much less two Pro Heroes who were known and lusted after for their muscular bodies.
You crossed the room and locked the door, despite knowing that couldn’t stop the Pro Heroes’ quirks if they really wanted to get to you. If only you weren’t quirkless, maybe you would have a fighting chance!
The only thing you could find to use as a weapon was the lamp on your nightstand. Maybe if you threw the lamp at them, it would give you a chance to go through the open doorway and slip past them? It was a longshot, but it was the best plan you could come up with.
Footsteps grew closer to your bedroom, but the sound of another door opening filled you with a tiny bit of relief. But deep down, you knew, it was just a matter of time before they tried your locked door.
“Her bathroom! Should we take some of her hygiene stuff with us?” Deku asked.
“We already have stuff for her, idiot,” snapped Dynamight.
Deku’s voice came out as a whine. “But what if she doesn’t like what we have? It’s not the same brand…”
“Doesn’t matter,” Dynamight said darkly, “She’ll learn to like what we got.”
“But I want to spoil her.” It sounded like Deku was pouting.
Dynamight nearly tched loudly. You could hear more cabinets and drawers being opened and closed. From their words, you could gather that they weren’t here to kill you, but it didn’t sound like that was really a relief from what they implied. Were they here to kidnap you? But why?
You were a quirkless waitress who served Deku every Wednesday and Saturday and Bakugou every Thursday. You had no idea why they were in your apartment, planning to kidnap you.
They had been friendly, or at least, Deku had been. Making small talk every day while in a very conspicuous disguise instead of his hero costume. Dynamight, in a much better but no less recognizable disguise, had barely said a word, not even a thank you for his food or coffee. But you knew that about them- everyone did! Deku was a sweetheart, and Dynamight was a jerk, their Pro rankings reflected those attitudes despite their diehard fans each arguing the other was the best.
You hadn’t followed the news very closely, not really a fan of Pro Heroes per se. Sure, you appreciated them for helping people and putting villains behind bars, but you didn’t know what they liked or disliked or their history or anything their actual fans did. You knew their names and costumes from magazines and brief readings of articles about them, but that was about it.
So why were they here? Breaking into your apartment like common villains instead of heroes?
Then, the sound you dreaded- footsteps coming closer and closer, followed by the sound of your doorknob rattling.
“The door’s locked! Do you think this is her bedroom? Do you think she’s awake? What do we do?” Deku sounded panicked now, though still quiet.
The scoff from Dynamight chilled you to the bone. “We break it down of course.”
“But that’ll cause a noise! What if her neighbors call the police? And I don’t want to scare her!” Deku’s voice was whiny, grating on your ears.
Loud knocking sounded on the door. “I know you can hear me.” Dynamight’s voice was a normal volume now, not bothering to keep it down anymore. “Open the door or I’ll blast it open. You have until the count of three.”
“One.”
You were frozen again, clutching the lamp to your chest and trembling from head to toe.
“Two.”
Should you open the door? Then again, Deku was right, if he blasted the door open, the neighbors would surely hear. The walls were as thin as paper.
“Three.”
The threat was not an empty one. The door was blasted off its hinges with the sound of an explosion rattling your ears, and smoke filling your room. You desperately stared through the smoke, looking for the target to throw your lamp at.
Dynamight stepped through the doorway, door creaking under his combat boots. His blond spikes were messy, and his crimson eyes were wild, zeroing in on you immediately. He looked like he was riding an adrenaline high.
Without even thinking, you lobbed the lamp directly at his grinning face. That smile only grew wider as he easily deflected it with a big, scarred hand. “In a fighting mood, princess? Can’t say I dislike it.”
“Don’t come any closer!” you screamed, holding your arms out like that would really stop the hero. Deku was nowhere in sight, and that only made you more terrified. But at least you were up against only one of them… Maybe you stood a chance?
Your outstretched hands curled into fists, and Dynamight let out a bark of laughter. “You really think you can take me on, (Y/n)? Go ahead then. Attack me.”
They know my name! It shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. Why were they after a quirkless, minimum wage-earning nobody like you?
You couldn’t bring yourself to take his invitation for an attack, still frozen in place like a statue.
“What?” Dynamight was smirking now, the sight causing you to feel helpless fury. “Too scared?”
It was then that you heard Deku approaching, sounding serious this time. “I told the neighbors that came outside that we were apprehending a villain. They believed me.”
“Good.” Dynamight took a step closer to you, still standing on top of your bedroom door, and you took a step back.
Deku’s voice turned from serious to wonder. “We’re in her bedroom! I’ve always wanted to be in her bedroom! It’s so cute, just like her! Aw, she was sleeping with a stuffed animal! We’ll have to get her one to sleep with at home, Kacchan! I-”
“Shut up, nerd.” Dynamight snapped, “Stop drooling over her room, and stab her with the needle already.
Deku’s soft green eyes, which had been flitting around your room in fascination, finally landed on you. You were struck by how innocent he looked compared to his companion- freckles adorning his blushing cheeks, and eyes softening more than you thought possible.
“Aw, honey, you don’t need to be afraid! We’re not gonna hurt you! I’d never hurt you!” he cooed at you, approaching you slowly, like you were a wild animal.
You couldn’t help but notice he had said “I’d never hurt you” instead of “we”.
Backing up until the backs of your legs hit your bed, you let out a scream as loud as you could. “Help me! Please, help me! I’m going to be kidna-”
Deku was on you in a flash, faster than your wide eyes could track. His large hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your screams. “It’s okay, honey, this will be over quick. You’ll just take a quick nap, and then you’ll be home.” He turned his head to look at Dynamight. “Her skin is so soft, Kacchan! Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m finally touching her!”
Dynamight rolled his eyes. “Hurry up!”
Deku stuck his free hand in the pocket of his hero costume, groping around for a moment before pulling out a syringe. Your frightened eyes locked on the long needle sticking out of it and began to struggle underneath him, one hand clawing at the hand over your mouth, and the other beating on his broad chest as hard as you could. It made no difference, the Pro Hero didn’t even flinch.
You regretted wearing short-sleeved pajamas as the needle plunged into your arm, Deku quickly pumping whatever liquid was inside the syringe into your bloodstream. As soon as he’d emptied it, he threw it aside and began laying gentle kisses all over the skin around the puncture wound. “Oh, honey, I am so sorry. I hope that didn’t hurt too much…”
Slowly, your vision grew blurry. Combined with the sleepiness you had felt before the adrenaline took over, it wasn’t long before your eyes were drooping, and your body was starting to collapse.
Deku scooped you up into his arms like you weighed nothing. Your squirming lessened, and your fist stopped beating on him, coming to rest on his chest uselessly. You went completely limp, your limbs feeling like lead, weighing you down until you couldn’t move at all.
The last thing you heard, before closing your eyes, was Deku softly saying, “Let’s get you home, beautiful…”
WARNINGS: yandere themes, aged-up characters, doctor reader, murder
Description: Aqua’s sure that your husband has forced you into marrying him. But don’t worry, he’ll save you.
Part 1: here
The first step was finding out where you lived.
That was harder than it sounded, as you always went home before him when the stunt actors finished up for the day. The regular actors- like him- didn’t need any medical attention, apparently.
Whenever he wasn’t acting out his part, he was in your office, offering to help you out and keep you company. Your help wasn’t necessary 90% of the time, so Aqua hung out with you, pretending to be just as bored as you were. You were so friendly, never even questioning his motives.
“It’s always so dark by the time I leave here; almost everything’s closed.” Then, as if he’d just thought about it, he gasped. “It must be dark when you leave, too! Don’t tell me you walk home alone in the dark!”
You fell for it hook, line, and sinker. “Oh, no! I only walk to the bus station- it’s not far from here.”
“I take the bus too,” Aqua lied smoothly, “Maybe if I get out early I can walk you to the bus stop, and we can sit together.”
“That would be nice,” you hummed somewhat distractedly, flipping through paperwork. Either way, the trap had been set.
It took a lot of nagging the director to let him go early when he didn’t have any lines to recite for his plan to be set in motion. Finally, finally, the director told him he was free to go at the same time as the stunt actors. At the same time as you…
Aqua jogged to catch up to you, and you blinked at him in surprise. “Oh, Aqua! You’re off early!”
“Yeah, they didn’t need me.” Aqua shrugged and forced back a smile.
It was a beautiful night in a wealthy stretch of businesses. The streets were lit up by street lamps, but the darkness still pressed in on them. You had to love back, didn’t you? There was no other way a woman would agree to walk through the dark with a virtual stranger, and ride the bus home with him too.
You and Aqua stood at the bus stop making small talk until the bus arrived. Then, the two of you talked on the bus. Aqua was in heaven, having an excuse to be so close to you when usually you were across the room.
“Oh, this is my stop!” you said suddenly, standing up and getting ready to squeeze past Aqua to the aisle.
“What? Really?” Aqua tried to sound shocked as he also stood up. “This is my stop too! Why don’t I walk you to your house?”
“Oh, really, you don’t have to do that!”
“Of course I do,” Aqua insisted, “What kind of friend would I be if I let you walk home alone in the dark?”
He said ‘friend’, but he knew you liked him more than a friend. But he didn’t want to frighten you off, because surely you’d be loyal to your husband, just like you would be loyal to him once your husband was out of the way.
He was sure your husband had forced you into a relationship. You were obviously still hung up on Dr. Gorou, he could tell. Why else would you keep that picture of him?
The two of you climbed off the bus, and you led him to your house, babbling on about some show you had recently gotten into. If you could see what was going on in Aqua’s head, you would have never led him straight to your home. You never would have interacted with him, period.
“Well, this is me,” you said much too soon for Aqua’s liking. He surveyed your house with a critical eye. It wasn’t very fancy, and it was small, but he supposed you probably weren’t making a lot of money in your current position.
“You know…” you started, then stopped, looking worried, as though you were about to be rude. “You know, I really didn’t expect you to get off at the same stop. I mean, you’re a famous actor, surely you can afford…”
“I like the modest life,” Aqua lied smoothly, “I don’t need a mansion, or anything like that.”
“I suppose,” you laughed awkwardly.
The door to your house swung open, and your eyes lit up, glittering like the stars above. Your husband gathered you into a hug and laid a kiss on your lips, saying, “I missed you.”
Aqua cleared his throat, staring down your husband with a sharp glint in his eyes.
“Oh, um, honey, this is Hoshino Aqua, one of my patients.”
“I recognize you from TV,” your husband smiled at him, reaching out a hand for him to shake.
Aqua didn’t take it.
“I have to go home. Have a nice night, Dr. Y/n.” Aqua turned and stalked away, leaving both you and your husband to exchange confused looks.
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Aqua didn’t show up to work the next day.
You worried about him. He was a good friend, and you hoped you hadn’t done something wrong when he had walked you home yesterday. His exit had been unusual and out of character. Maybe you had offended him by implying he bought a cheap house?
No, he wouldn’t skip a day of work because you said something stupid…
The day was a boring one without Aqua there to keep you company. You filed paperwork and did the daily once-over on the stunt doubles before heading home.
You checked your phone, but your husband hadn’t texted you at all during the workday. Usually he sent you a cute “i miss you” text on his lunch break at least.
Oh well. He would be home before you, waiting by the door to scoop you into his arms… You loved him so much!
With a smile on your face, you knocked on your front door and patiently waited for your husband to throw open the door in excitement… But the seconds ticked by and the door remained closed. Maybe he was using the bathroom and hadn’t heard you?
Finally, you lost patience and tried the doorknob, fully expecting it to be locked. To your surprise, the door swung open with just the slightest push. Your heart began to pound- something was clearly wrong here.
“Honey?” you called out. But your breath caught in your throat when you saw the sight beyond the front door.
The living room was covered in blood.
Blood splattered the walls, the couch, the TV, the carpet… and standing in the middle of it all with blood-soaked hands, and a knife dripping with red, was Aqua.
He smiled upon seeing you- a smile that fitted a child being handed a toy or candy more than it fit his young, handsome face. His pupils were blown wide, and he was panting slightly.
“A-Aqua… What did you do?” your voice came out as a desperate plea. A prayer that what your mind was jumping to was completely wrong.
Begging for him to have not killed your husband.
Instead, he just smiled wider, stretching his lips open and revealing teeth. You cowered like he was a wolf baring his fangs. Yet, despite everything in you screaming at you to run, run, run, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave when your husband was in mortal danger or even d-
“I freed you,” Aqua said sweetly, “I know he forced you to marry him- but it’s all okay now! You don’t have to look afraid! I’m Dr. Gorou reincarnated!”
“He didn’t- What- Aqua-” You couldn’t form words anymore, your frightened eyes darting around the room, trying to find your husband. What Aqua was saying didn’t make sense! Why was he saying such things?
“Are you afraid that I might hurt you?” Aqua tilted his head, eyes unblinkingly focused on you. “I’d never do that. I love you, too! And now that you’re free…”
He crossed the room with a speed you would’ve thought unimaginable. All of your arguments caught in your throat, practically choking you. You stood there in horror, trembling, as he reached out a hand to cup your cheek, smearing blood all over your skin.
WARNINGS: yandere themes, aged-up characters, doctor reader, murder
Description: Aqua’s sure that your husband has forced you into marrying him. But don’t worry, he’ll save you.
Part 1: here
The first step was finding out where you lived.
That was harder than it sounded, as you always went home before him when the stunt actors finished up for the day. The regular actors- like him- didn’t need any medical attention, apparently.
Whenever he wasn’t acting out his part, he was in your office, offering to help you out and keep you company. Your help wasn’t necessary 90% of the time, so Aqua hung out with you, pretending to be just as bored as you were. You were so friendly, never even questioning his motives.
“It’s always so dark by the time I leave here; almost everything’s closed.” Then, as if he’d just thought about it, he gasped. “It must be dark when you leave, too! Don’t tell me you walk home alone in the dark!”
You fell for it hook, line, and sinker. “Oh, no! I only walk to the bus station- it’s not far from here.”
“I take the bus too,” Aqua lied smoothly, “Maybe if I get out early I can walk you to the bus stop, and we can sit together.”
“That would be nice,” you hummed somewhat distractedly, flipping through paperwork. Either way, the trap had been set.
It took a lot of nagging the director to let him go early when he didn’t have any lines to recite for his plan to be set in motion. Finally, finally, the director told him he was free to go at the same time as the stunt actors. At the same time as you…
Aqua jogged to catch up to you, and you blinked at him in surprise. “Oh, Aqua! You’re off early!”
“Yeah, they didn’t need me.” Aqua shrugged and forced back a smile.
It was a beautiful night in a wealthy stretch of businesses. The streets were lit up by street lamps, but the darkness still pressed in on them. You had to love back, didn’t you? There was no other way a woman would agree to walk through the dark with a virtual stranger, and ride the bus home with him too.
You and Aqua stood at the bus stop making small talk until the bus arrived. Then, the two of you talked on the bus. Aqua was in heaven, having an excuse to be so close to you when usually you were across the room.
“Oh, this is my stop!” you said suddenly, standing up and getting ready to squeeze past Aqua to the aisle.
“What? Really?” Aqua tried to sound shocked as he also stood up. “This is my stop too! Why don’t I walk you to your house?”
“Oh, really, you don’t have to do that!”
“Of course I do,” Aqua insisted, “What kind of friend would I be if I let you walk home alone in the dark?”
He said ‘friend’, but he knew you liked him more than a friend. But he didn’t want to frighten you off, because surely you’d be loyal to your husband, just like you would be loyal to him once your husband was out of the way.
He was sure your husband had forced you into a relationship. You were obviously still hung up on Dr. Gorou, he could tell. Why else would you keep that picture of him?
The two of you climbed off the bus, and you led him to your house, babbling on about some show you had recently gotten into. If you could see what was going on in Aqua’s head, you would have never led him straight to your home. You never would have interacted with him, period.
“Well, this is me,” you said much too soon for Aqua’s liking. He surveyed your house with a critical eye. It wasn’t very fancy, and it was small, but he supposed you probably weren’t making a lot of money in your current position.
“You know…” you started, then stopped, looking worried, as though you were about to be rude. “You know, I really didn’t expect you to get off at the same stop. I mean, you’re a famous actor, surely you can afford…”
“I like the modest life,” Aqua lied smoothly, “I don’t need a mansion, or anything like that.”
“I suppose,” you laughed awkwardly.
The door to your house swung open, and your eyes lit up, glittering like the stars above. Your husband gathered you into a hug and laid a kiss on your lips, saying, “I missed you.”
Aqua cleared his throat, staring down your husband with a sharp glint in his eyes.
“Oh, um, honey, this is Hoshino Aqua, one of my patients.”
“I recognize you from TV,” your husband smiled at him, reaching out a hand for him to shake.
Aqua didn’t take it.
“I have to go home. Have a nice night, Dr. Y/n.” Aqua turned and stalked away, leaving both you and your husband to exchange confused looks.
—--------------------------------------------
Aqua didn’t show up to work the next day.
You worried about him. He was a good friend, and you hoped you hadn’t done something wrong when he had walked you home yesterday. His exit had been unusual and out of character. Maybe you had offended him by implying he bought a cheap house?
No, he wouldn’t skip a day of work because you said something stupid…
The day was a boring one without Aqua there to keep you company. You filed paperwork and did the daily once-over on the stunt doubles before heading home.
You checked your phone, but your husband hadn’t texted you at all during the workday. Usually he sent you a cute “i miss you” text on his lunch break at least.
Oh well. He would be home before you, waiting by the door to scoop you into his arms… You loved him so much!
With a smile on your face, you knocked on your front door and patiently waited for your husband to throw open the door in excitement… But the seconds ticked by and the door remained closed. Maybe he was using the bathroom and hadn’t heard you?
Finally, you lost patience and tried the doorknob, fully expecting it to be locked. To your surprise, the door swung open with just the slightest push. Your heart began to pound- something was clearly wrong here.
“Honey?” you called out. But your breath caught in your throat when you saw the sight beyond the front door.
The living room was covered in blood.
Blood splattered the walls, the couch, the TV, the carpet… and standing in the middle of it all with blood-soaked hands, and a knife dripping with red, was Aqua.
He smiled upon seeing you- a smile that fitted a child being handed a toy or candy more than it fit his young, handsome face. His pupils were blown wide, and he was panting slightly.
“A-Aqua… What did you do?” your voice came out as a desperate plea. A prayer that what your mind was jumping to was completely wrong.
Begging for him to have not killed your husband.
Instead, he just smiled wider, stretching his lips open and revealing teeth. You cowered like he was a wolf baring his fangs. Yet, despite everything in you screaming at you to run, run, run, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave when your husband was in mortal danger or even d-
“I freed you,” Aqua said sweetly, “I know he forced you to marry him- but it’s all okay now! You don’t have to look afraid! I’m Dr. Gorou reincarnated!”
“He didn’t- What- Aqua-” You couldn’t form words anymore, your frightened eyes darting around the room, trying to find your husband. What Aqua was saying didn’t make sense! Why was he saying such things?
“Are you afraid that I might hurt you?” Aqua tilted his head, eyes unblinkingly focused on you. “I’d never do that. I love you, too! And now that you’re free…”
He crossed the room with a speed you would’ve thought unimaginable. All of your arguments caught in your throat, practically choking you. You stood there in horror, trembling, as he reached out a hand to cup your cheek, smearing blood all over your skin.
Hiii I'm new on your account and I noticed that u put the wrong link under 'Savanaclaw' on ur masterlist😭 (not trying to be rude but just letting u know in case u didn't notice🙂↕️)
Welcome my precious anon!! Thank you so much for letting me know!!! I had absolutely no idea the link was wrong! It should be fixed now!
