You laid in bed thinking of the man you'd spent your day with. Something about him was strangely familiar? As if you'd seen him before, the first time you interacted was at your job, but had you seen him before that? Maybe you'd seen him in passing and forgot about it. Maybe you'd seen him at a store? Maybe while walking Angel? Maybe even on the news
'Really n/n on the news why would he be on the news? I mean he's not some celebrity everyone knows. He's just some random person you met. A cute guy we shared a meal with.'
You turned to the side trying to get comfortable. Where had you seen him? The question lingered as you drifted to sleep. Where?
....
You stood in your room, but it wasn't your room, no it was your Abuela's room, the room she kept for you. It had been painted in bright colors with wooden toys scattered around the room for you to play with. A rosemary and a cross hung on the wall above your bed. Why were you here? You looked over at the China Poblana dress that hung from the wall. It was the one your Abuela wore as a young woman. This room, it's where you slept, where you stayed with your grandma in Mexico.
"Why am I here?"
You stepped towards the doorway which was covered with a beautiful Scrape blanket. You walked out of the room and stumbled towards the kitchen . Abuela would always make handmade tortillas, churros, chilaquiles, and much more. There she was Abuela...
You looked over at her, her silver hair was in twin braids, she wore a blue dress with a pink baking apprion . She quickly noticed you but instead of a smile she hurried towards you
"Abuela, ¿cómo estás aquí? te extrañado!"
(How are you here i've missed you) (My spanish is a little rusty)
She quickly took your hand.
"Mija escapa del diablo con los ojos rojos!"
'Escape from the devil with red eyes? What do you...?'
"qué quieres decir?"
(What do you mean?)
"¡No confíes en el diablo de ojos rojos! Vuela lejos de la que se descompone!"
'Don't trust the red eyed devil?! Fly away from the one who decays? I don't get it!"
"¡No entiendo!"
"Te amo mantente segura Mija!"
...
You woke up gasping for air. Angel was surprised by the sudden movement and yelped.
"Sorry Angel! Mama just had a nightmare..."
You said hand over your heart in an attempt to calm yourself. What did she mean by that? What was that dream?
Red eyed devil...?
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ストックホルム (Yandere Shigaraki x Reader)
FanfictionStockholm? Is this what this is called? No of course not! Sure Shigaraki did kidnap, and maybe he kept you locked away from the rest of the world... But it was for your own good! Shigaraki was the only one who loved you, the only one you could trust...
