MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

No One Special 🤍

Unknown x Reader

(TW: HEAVY MENTIONS OF ABUSE, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, HEAVY GUILT)

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Instead of starting out slow, it quickly progressed into something more. You weren't ready yet for anything further, but he insisted. It pained you too much to continue saying no, so you let him have his way.

Your heart became fractured bit by bit. You wanted to ignore the signs; ignore the hostile gestures. He was changing; spiraling to his own deep depression.

He wouldn't tell you why.

It was suffocating; it was lonely. Hot and cold one second. Kind and angry the next. The switches never stopped. You'd gently inquire about the indifferences, but he'd scream in your face. Sometimes instead, he'd coax you into a romantic evening to forget what your question was even about. Waking up the next morning, you would feel dirty, used, and betrayed. It was a nonstop cycle of unpredicted events. You couldn't take it anymore.

He wasn't going to let you leave, of course.

"You're no one special, what else did you think?" He'd say, as you laid pitifully on the bed. The same bed he kept you tied up to for hours on end.

His friends didn't care; they didn't show mercy or sympathy. All of them were crooked. They'd snicker whenever they caught a glimpse of your weakened form. You'd curse them out to the heavens above.

I'll see all of you in Hell.

It hurt so much. Not just mentally or physically, but something more. This pain was the type that therapy and comfort couldn't erase or treat. It would follow you until your last breath, or until you became a vegetable.

Your mind was shutting down anyway, just not quick enough for your liking.

Then one day, he visited. He unboxed several gifts for you, and had the brightest smile on his face. No malice shined in his eyes. You were confused. What was his motive?

"This is all for you...think of it as my way of apologizing..." Again, you searched for anything unruly or sinister.

You found none.

The next day, you lowered your guard thinking that it would be the same as the day before. You now craved to be showered with gifts and affection. The way he smiled at you made you feel like you were someone special. It was an addicting feeling that gave a rush of euphoria. No drugs could combat this feeling.

"I already told you that you're not special. There's other women I adore more than you."

Your fragile, weakened heart broke all over again.

The darkness was closing in, and you wanted it to come faster. Nobody thought you were special or worth talking to. They all laughed and ignored you. It wasn't fair.

I hate it, I hate it, I fucking hate it.

He only realized his mistake when he found you lifeless several days later. You had cut the ropes binding your limbs, and the used the same weapon on yourself. With a laugh, he picked up your body and made his way to the hospital.

You woke up shocked, tired, and hungry. The room was white, and smelled strongly of bleach and antiseptic. It made your nose burn and your eyes water. Looking around you, your throat constricted seeing bandages around your wrists, and several bindings keeping you secured to the bed.

The nurses didn't care. Money would keep anyone hush-hush, as long as it was enough to support said person's family. No matter how much you screamed, cried, or begged they wouldn't listen to the claims of abuse that flooded out.

He sat outside the room, grinning at the outbursts and cries.

You're not escaping from me, not after all the hard work I've been out through to keep you with me.

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Shorter chapter, writing this while on break. I lowkey fell in the mud, and was in the crappiest mood since my pants were soaked. Then my boss literally pulls me aside and is like "oh, we're giving you a small raise etc etc." And my mood went like ↗️↗️↗️↗️↗️

*it's literally so embarrassing falling in front of people like what 😭*