Yandere Bakugou X Idol Reader - Part 1

Yandere Bakugou X Idol Reader - Part 1

Hi, this was requested from a follower please let me know if you like it! Sorry it took so long I plan on making this into a series, I am really excited about it ngl💙

Requested by: @shadowkitty-me

Warnings: yandere behaviour, toxic behaviour, relationship, stalking, swearing

Taglist: @drownedbytears @shadowkitty-me

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Yandere Bakugou X Idol Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, toxic behaviour, relationship, stalking, harassment and swearing

Taglist: @drownedbytears @shadowkitty-me

Hi! I'm that anon :D

Hi! I'm so sorry that it's taking ages but I'm also working on my yan! Bakugou with idol reader series too, so much to do and no thoughts lmao

Thank you for being so patient my loves, I love you 😘

Telepathic!Yandere x GN!Reader

TW: language, this one is pretty tame, still no minors

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This sucked.

You were at the supermarket, walking lackadaisically through the produce aisle, shivering your ass off because you refused to bring your jacket due to it being eighty-five degrees outside. The sweat, from the natural sauna you called a planet, had begun to dry and you were in this weird area between moist and dry that made you want to take a cheese grater to your skin. 

You felt gross. You wanted a bath, but your ex-boyfriend insisted that you get groceries because your fridge was bordering empty from the last get together you hosted with your friends, so cleanliness would have to wait. 

“Boyfriend.”

What was that? You couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your pores wailing at the cruel frozen torture they endured. 

“Boyfriend. And I told you that you could wear my jacket. You’re just being stubborn.”

There it was again. Maybe the abrupt change in temperature your body endured was causing you to hear things. It wasn’t the craziest assumption. You often got light-headed or nosebleeds when it was too hot so you couldn’t be too far off. 

“You aren’t funny.”

If only you were joking. If this was a light, happy moment you might’ve teased him about the two of of you still being together but you didn’t want to be. You didn’t want to be here, getting groceries with him. 

“Okay first of all, ouch. Second, can we not do this right now? I don’t feel like having this talk.”

Talk. A funny way to phrase it considering you weren’t speaking. You’d been giving him the silent treatment ever since you found out, trying to figure if there was some way you could keep your private thoughts private, but it was a concept that wouldn’t exist as long as you were near him. He didn’t care about your privacy as long as he could spy on you. 

“I don’t spy. We’ve had this conversation. You act like I’m doing this on purpose.” 

Whether he was doing it on purpose or not didn’t matter. It was the fact that he could. And he did. 

You’d spent the majority of your relationship ignorant of what your seemingly perfect boyfriend could do, feeling like a dumbass when it slipped out during one of the many fights you had. 

He mentioned something about how handsy a drunk guy was getting with you at a party to somehow insinuate that you were being unfaithful, something that he shouldn’t have known considering he was allegedly visiting his parents. 

“I was visiting my parents. You don’t have to be suspicious about every thing I said I was doing.”

You supposed it was true. He didn’t have to follow you around in order to know what you were doing. Just a quick scan of your brain and he knew everything down to what you had for breakfast. It was you who were left wondering if everything in your relationship was a lie. 

You wished he’d never told you the truth. 

You wouldn’t spend every moment of your relationship wondering whether or not each moment you shared was a fabricated. You could ask, but how would you know the truth? You always felt like it was odd that there was never an uncomfortable silence hanging awkwardly between the two of you. You’d never had a conversation last for as long as it usually did between the two of you. He always seem to know just what to say, especially on those dark days and it made you feel like he was the one. But he wasn’t. He just cheated his way into your heart. 

“So, what? You would’ve preferred our relationship be a lie?”

That’s what it was. Built on lies. It was strange that you considered it a relationship at all considering you were just dating a replica of your ideal person. This wasn’t real. You wanted to end it so you could move on with your life. 

“You’re not breaking up with me. As soon as you allow yourself to take a moment, you’ll realize that you’re being ridiculous. I’m not going to let you end this on a selfish whim. You know what? Fine.”

He grabbed your hand, placing the keys in them before going to push the basket forward. 

“You can go wait in the car where you’ll be out of my range. I’m tired of hearing this. We’ll talk about it when we get home.”

You could just take the car and leave him stranded in the middle of the supermarket. 

“You won’t. Now will you stop being such a brat and go wait for me in the car? Please?” 

You glared at him, unable to find refuge in your thoughts. The silent treatment only served to make you more frustrated since he wasn’t cut off from communicating with you. Walking towards the car, you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize you had been dating such an asshole. 

“Always for you.”

You didn’t like it one bit.

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