Pairing; Bruce Yamada x F.Reader
Genre; Yandere?
Warnings; Small amount of cursing, trespassing, murder, yandere, forced love
HE could never handle himself.
She was so.. pretty.
Who couldn't like her? She was sweet, caring, funny.
But.. She was hard to get.
FOUR TIMES.
Bruce Yamada, asked the prettiest girl out, 10 times.
"Hey Y/n would you like to hang out this Saturday?"
"Y/n, wanna come to my baseball game?"
"Hi Y/n, wanna come to my house tonight?"
"Y/n, you look pretty today- would you want to go out at the nearby diner?"
"No. Fuck off Bruce, would ya'?"
She said rudely, rolling her eyes as she walked away.
He would try, over, and over again.
Until she would finally say;
"Yeah, I'd love to hang out with you Bruce!"
But it never happened.
All he saw..
Was her flirting with the one and only,
VANCE HOPPER.
Did he even like her? Fuck no. He was playing her, just to make Bruce annoyed.
And then,
HE SNAPPED.
"Bye Vance, see you tomorrow!"
She said with her sweet, toxic laugh. He loves her laugh.
"See ya babe!"
Vance said, kissing her cheek.
Bruce, he wanted his name to slip from her mouth.
He wanted for her to hug, to kiss him. He wanted her love.
He followed Vance home, watching him enter his house as he left the door unlocked.
No cars in the driveway, just Vance.
He crawled through Vance's window, a butchers' knife in hand.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Vance screamed in terror, backing away from Bruce.
Bruce smiled in a toxic way, locking the window behind him as he closed the curtains.
He slammed in door, stabbing Vance right in the stomach.
"You.. took her from me."
"She's mine."
He whispered, stabbing him repeatedly. Blood splattered the walls, as Bruce gripped his intestines, pulling them out.
Vance screeched in pain, but no one was to hear his cries for help.
Vance took his final breath, dying.
Bruce dragged his body to the basement, grabbing a knife from the kitchen as he came back to the basement.
He put gloves on, carefully placing the knife into Vance's hands.
He cleaned up the splatters of blood from Vance's room.
He then stabbed him once again with his own knife, making sure his blood stained the basement walls and floors.
He then showered in the washroom, cleaning up nicely as he set his clothes on fire, changing into his extra pair.
His plan? Make it look like Vance had killed himself.
Then, Y/n would be all to himself..
He hummed as he biked to her house.
It was the dead of night, he crawled through her window.
He entered her room.
"Mm, she's so pretty.."
He though to himself, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Her eyes fluttered open, staring at Bruce's faces.
She suddenly jolted awake, backing away from him.
"Bruce?! What are you doing here?"
"Y/n.. I love you so much, give me one chance..!"
Was his response, as if he didn't break into her home.
"Leave me alone!!"
She yelled, slapping his face as she ran to the door.
"I tried the nice way Y/n.. I guess I have to be harsh."
He said, grabbing her ankles as he tied her to her bed frame.
He held a knife to her throat, lifting her chin up as he peppered kisses on her face.
"Do you love me Y/n..?"
"No!"
She exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
He held the knife closer to her throat.
"Say no again, and I'll slit your throat."
"Do you love me?"
The girl looked at him with worry, tears soaking down her face.
"Yes Bruce.. I love you."
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The Black Phone Oneshots
Random-Bruce Yamada -Vance Hopper -Finney Blake -Robin Arellano -Griffin Stagg -Billy Showalter There will be no NSFW, smut, stuff like that because all characters are minors. (It's like shitty bc it's my first time writing oneshots btw) Enjoy!
