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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Bakugou Katsuki

TW: platonic to romantic yandere, no transphobia but transgender themes, bullying, not proofread

male to fem reader

had a crazy idea about a platonic yandere bully Bakugou, who's always pushed his childhood friend around ever since he found out he was quirkless (just like BakuDeku only with reader)

but then, one day, reader gets hit with a gender-switch quirk, turning him into a girl. at first, he decides to wait it out at home, but then several weeks pass, so he decides to go see the doctor - who then tells him that since he's quirkless, there's nothing preexisting in his system to fight off the foreign cells that have mutated his body - basically telling him that there is no cure that will change him back to the way he used to be, but giving him the same option one would give any girl who wants to transition.

just think about the fucking change in dynamic.

like, Bakugou would continue on with his bullying bullshit, but the reader finally puts down his foot, telling him he's going to file sexual harassment if he doesn't keep his sweaty hands off him.

and Bakugou's just like ??? you'll fuckin' what ???

and Bakugou's friends are all, "it's kinda lame to be pickin' on some girl- we're a little too old to be pullin' pigtails..."

and again, Bakugou's like ??? fuckin' what ???

and then he's like, "well, if i can't bully him as a guy, then..." and reports you for not wearing the girls uniform, thinking he's being so fucking clever.

but then you show up in a girl's uniform, and everyone's just fawning over how cute and perfect you are.

you have other girls asking you to sit at their table, fixing your hair with cutesy clips and your face with some lipgloss.

guys are stopping you by the lockers, a little awkwardly since they know who you used to be, but fuck- you're just so adorable- it really suits you

and Bakugou's forced to look at it all with his eye twitching. you used to be such a fucking loner; he could have you all to himself and know people want to be your friend and shit, or worse...

and then boom, platonic yandere turns into romantic yandere

and everything is so fucking awkward on both sides...

because he'll still bully you, but it's changed very clearly from getting the crap beat out of you and being stuffed in a locker to...

well... a whole new range of things

from being told that all the boys only flirt with you as a joke and that you look like a fucking clown with all that makeup on - even when you're only wearing chapstick and have been so dim in your boyish mind to even have noticed that anyone's been flirting with you.

but then there's this one guy who's been sending you love letters almost every day who decides to corner you and confess, and even though you turn him down, he still refuses to let you leave. and there's this instinctual terror blossoming inside you that you've never ever felt before once you see him looking down at you with that predatory look in his eyes, and before you know it, you're standing there fucking crying even though he hasn't even touched you yet.

and then comes your unlikely hero, and Bakugou just fucking thrusts this guy up against a wall with his hands balling his collar, sneering at him to fuck off

and feelings of relief are so confusing you end up just standing there awkwardly, blinking your eyes that won't stop spilling with tears for some odd reason you're not yet used to. you end up saying a small "thanks," but even the small gesture makes you blush and feel flushed because fuuuck wasn't that kind of attractive what Bakugou just did for you ???

but no, you hate that guy ??? he used to give you swirlies and wedgies and black eyes, and even now, he still bullies you

being a girl is so confusing

but being Bakugou is also confusing because he's feeling the simmer of other instincts that had previously lied dormant - protective instincts and something else that makes him have to fight off a boner standing there seeing your pretty little face all teary and cute

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alovesongtheywrote · 3 months

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Nightmare Academia P.22 | Spencer Reid x Reader

♥ Summary: In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, you and Reid reunite. And you get a little tipsy. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: alcohol mention, general softness

♥ A/N: im genuinely super happy with this chapter, have fun with it

♥ Word Count: 2741

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“Where the fuck did you come from?”

Your voice still echoed in the otherwise silent air of the office. You looked back out the door, down the hallway and around, searching for where Reid might have been hiding. Spencer didn’t move. He didn’t answer. He just stood there, stock still in the office, staring right at you.

“Seriously, where the fuck were you?” You looked down at the bottle in your hands, “I haven’t started drinking yet.”

Again, Spencer didn’t answer, but this time he didn’t stay still. In a split second, moving faster than he’d ever moved in his goddamned life, he crossed the room. Before you could process how fast he’d moved, or pause to think, or take a breath, his arms were wrapped around you.

His grip on you was strong but gentle. His usual hesitation at human touch was banished by his fear and the intensity of the situation. He held you close for a second- close to him like you were something important. Something more than a thorn in his side. Your eyes widened at the sudden contact. It was kind of amazing that you hadn’t dropped the wine bottle in your shock. As it was, you felt a tiny bit stunned and a tiny bit saddened. You really needed that hug.

“I thought you were hurt.”

His voice was so soft, so quiet, that even with his lips against your ear, you had to strain to hear him. It was odd, honestly. Spencer usually had so much to say, but for once, he was silent. You could feel his hands shaking against your back.

“It wasn’t me. I’m not hurt, it’s not me.”

He pulled away before you could elaborate, “What happened? Who’s-”

“It’s Frank. Someone shot him, they think it was Adam, but it wasn’t. Now Adam needs character witnesses, and I-” Your words came faster and faster until there was no more air in your lungs. Your hands quivered slightly, and Spencer reached out again, taking the wine bottle from you and placing it on the desk behind him before he gathered both of your hands in his.

It didn’t really help much. Spencer’s hands were still trembling, so your hands just kind of trembled together. It wasn’t bad, per-say. The contact did help calm you down, it’s just that nobody stopped shaking.

“It’s okay,” Spencer reassured you, “It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

“Okay,” you choked on air, very clearly not okay, “I’m okay. I just- look, I know it’s a lot to ask because you’ve met the guy like, one time, but would you be a character witness for Adam? It’s just, you’re a Fed. You’re a Fed, and you know him, and that will go over really well with almost any jury, so-”

“Hey, hey,” he brought your hands closer to his chest, brushing his thumb over your knuckles over and over again, “I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you need me to do, okay?”

“Okay. Okay,” you took a deep breath, finally allowing yourself some peace, “Thank you. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

He gave your hands a final squeeze, almost memorizing the way they felt in his grasp before he had to let go. You both missed the warmth instantly. Spencer cleared his throat and took a step back. He wouldn’t meet your eye. He looked anywhere and everywhere but you. It was like he was very suddenly allergic to your face. You kind of wanted to scream. Instead, you sighed.

“Get back here.”

“Sorry?”

“I said get back here, you motherfu-” You cut yourself off, burying your face in his chest. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, trapping him, giving him no chance to escape. Not that it mattered much. Spencer didn’t want to escape.

He returned your embrace without hesitation. His long, slender fingers brushed long strokes against your spine. He melted into you, resting his head on your shoulder, and in turn, you melted into him. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, trying to drag him impossibly closer to you, and to his credit, he let you pull him in. The two of you stood there for a moment, letting the universe fall back into place. Spencer felt so warm wrapped around you. And he smelled nice. And you realized you’d never been this close to him without him bleeding out. And you realized that you really didn’t want him to let go.

“Sorry to jump you with affection, but I, uh-”

“Technically, I jumped you first,” he paused for a second. His hand paused with him, stilling at the small of your back, “Please never leave me another message like that- at least not one without extensive context.”

“I scared you pretty bad, huh?” you pulled back to stare up at him, a shit-eating grin crossing your face despite the circumstances.

“Badly. And I wouldn’t say you scared me,” Spencer’s voice pitched up as he lied, “It’s just-”

“You thought I was dead.”

He sighed but smiled, resigning himself to your victory, “Something like that.”

“Something like that,” you mocked, letting your head fall back against his chest with a dull thud. Right then might’ve been a good time to move, but neither of you did. You were tired. You’d been tired for the past twenty-four hours or so. You were moving through a living nightmare, and now that you’d found a source of comfort, you weren’t about to let go.

Comparatively, Spencer was trying to fight his nightmares- even there, standing up and awake with his arms around you, he was still fighting off his worst fears. It was kind of hard to blame him for that. In the past few years, he’d lost a girlfriend and a mentor to brutal and horrific murders. Even more recently, his co-worker’s niece had been kidnapped, sold on a black market for serial killers, and nearly tortured. The BAU was fending off a shadowy network of hitmen. The world felt more and more dangerous every day, and Spencer was terrified that it would take more of the things he cared about.

And he cared about you.

“Fucking fuck you were gone for a while,” you mumbled into his chest. You weren’t super sure that he heard it, but the soft huff of a laugh he let out gave you some confidence.

“Too long, apparently,” Spencer pulled his head away from you for a moment as he gazed back at the smut-filled bookshelves, “Though it looks like you’ve kept yourself busy.”

“Oh, that?” you asked, finally (and reluctantly) unburying yourself from his hold, “That’s been going on since before you left.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “You didn’t notice?”

Spencer was too busy staring at the smut to answer.

“Huh. I guess you’re losing your edge, Doctor Detective.”

“I’m not losing my edge, I just didn’t think to look for smut in my office.”

“Well, maybe you should have.”

“Where did you even put everything?”

“Don’t worry, pretty boy. All your books are safe and sound. I promise.”

He stared at you for a moment. A light pink blush painted his features- he wasn’t sure if it was because of the book about minotaur sex on his bookshelf, or if it was because of you. It could’ve been either. It could’ve been both. It was probably you.

You picked up the wine bottle.

“So, uh. Do you want a drink?”

“I’m good, thanks. Besides, the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse found that the rate of all alcohol-related emergency department visits increased 47.0% between 2006 and 2014. The Alcohol-Related Disease Impact application estimates that there are more than 140,000 deaths caused by excessive alcohol use in a year. I-in other words, that stuff kills.”

“Oh. That’s-”

“I’m so sorry, that was weird, I-” Spencer’s already massive eyes got even bigger. He shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of all the statistics it contained. For a second, Spencer looked a little bit like a kicked puppy- a little dog who had made a mistake and knew it was about to be reprimanded for bad behaviour.

That look physically pained you.

“That was fine, Spencer. You’re fine,” you tried to sound reassuring, “And hey, now I know about the dangers of drinking in excess. My original plan was to down the whole bottle, but now I’m informed.”

Spencer briefly wondered if he was cursed, because you just kept saying things that made his heart have a little freak out in his chest. Not like, a butterflies in the stomach, he’s in love and isn’t realizing it type of freak out, but a, “Holy shit something is wrong and we lost sight of that, oops,” kind of freak out. Or perhaps a, “Holy fuck, what is it with this person and saying things that make me panic,” freak out.

“I’m glad I informed you.”

“Me too,” you opened the bottle, “Though I do want to be clear- I decide when I die, pretty boy. No alcohol is doing that for me.”

“I- that’s nonsensical. You don’t really get a choice about when you die.”

“Maybe you don’t.”

You hopped up on the desk, sitting with the open wine held between your thighs. You leaned back, peering at the drawers, but you didn’t find what you were looking for.

“I don’t think we have cups.”

Spencer crossed his arms and stepped towards the desk, leaning against it, beside you, “Do we really not have cups in here?”

You shook your head and pursed your lips, “Apparently not. Are you sure you don’t want any? Because I know you have a thing with germs, and once I get mine on the bottle-”

“I’m sure,” he smiled, “I shouldn’t drink, anyway.”

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re a sloppy drunk, Spence.”

Spencer choked on air at the sound of you using the nickname. It didn’t matter that you were teasing him, the intimacy of the nickname was still killing him.

Trying and failing to recover, Spencer stuttered without thought, “I- it’s- someone needs to remember to get more cups.”

“Right. Cups,” you let out a tiny little laugh, “Well, in that case.”

You brought the bottle to your lips. The wine was pretty good. It had been a gift, making it free to you, and free wine can never be all that bad. While you were having a fine time with your wine, Spencer was watching you drink, studying the column of your throat, and running his eyes over the spot where your lips met the bottle. You were gorgeous. How could someone doing something as simple as drinking be gorgeous? Spencer didn’t know, but he knew it was possible because you were sitting in front of him and drinking and being gorgeous.

Spencer kind of hoped someone would shoot him.

“So,” you set the wine back down, “How are things with you? I uh, I saw you took down the guy who killed your mentor- Gideon, right? Jason Gideon? It was in the news.”

Spencer tilted his head in confusion, “It was in the local news- and it got brief coverage from some national news broadcasters, but I don’t remember them covering it here.”

Your fingers tapped against the glass in your hands, “Well, I mean… that’s because they didn’t. I may have done a little bit of research on the case. And then on the BAU.”

“Really? You researched the investigation of a case that took place several states away from you?”

“It wasn’t just any case,” you took another sip of wine. You needed it, “It was your case.”

Spencer hoped again that some divine force would just strike him down, because you looked so pretty drinking wine- drinking wine and caring about him, holy shit.

“And then you researched a government agency that you despise? For fun?”

“For fun. For you. And I’ll admit, the BAU might be a special squad of government agents generally perpetuating a fucked up system and abusing their access to a gas-guzzling jet, but… sometimes you use your powers for good. Sometimes you use your powers for so much good that it doesn’t feel real, but…” you paused to drink, “I’m glad you caught the guy.”

Spencer’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard that it almost hurt.

“If you want me to, I think I can get the BAU to look into Frank’s assault,” he spoke so fast that you almost didn’t hear him.

“What? Is that a thing you guys can do? Just… investigate whatever crimes you want? I thought you needed to be invited by local police?”

“Usually we do, but if a case crosses state lines, we can take over- and I think this case might.”

“Fuck- really?” you turned to face him, eyes wide and fist tight around the neck of the bottle.

“I-” Spencer paused. He wasn’t sure what to say. He could’ve told you about the hitman network, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do that- and more than that, he didn’t want you to fear for your own safety.

He made up his mind, “Frank’s case sounds like a few others we’ve had recently. I think they could be connected.”

“Oh,” you sat up straight, “Fuck.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“So… you could look into this case? And you could find whoever hurt Frank and exonerate Adam?”

Honestly, Spencer couldn’t guarantee that. He also couldn’t say no to you.

“Yes.”

You took a deep breath, “Then do it. Please. A-and when you find whoever shot Frank, can you do something for me?”

Spencer resisted the urge to say “Anything” by staying quiet and nodding.

“Try not to kill them. Try to bring them to justice and send them to prison. Some people who kill can’t be helped, but some of them can. We… We won't know what has to be done until we know who did it, but please. Try for me.”

“I will.”

You reached down slowly, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it, “Thank you.”

The two of you sat in silence for another minute, you drinking, him leaning, and his hand still in yours. It was almost peaceful. Almost calm. And then you had to fuck up the silence with some batshit tomfuckery.

“Hey, if I ever went missing, what would you do?”

“I-” For like, the eightieth time in the last fifteen minutes, you stunned Spencer out of his words, “You’re not gonna go missing. I won’t let it happen.”

The certainty in his voice made you want to press your thighs together. So you did. Spencer didn’t notice. His eyes were on your face- the smile you shot him was fucking blinding, “That’s sweet, Spencer, but humour me. What would you do?”

Spencer took a deep breath, “I’d get my team to help me find you. I’d bring you home, and once I did, I’d make sure you’re okay, physically, mentally, emotionally,” he had you clinging to his every word, “And then I’d yell at you for going missing.”

“What?” You laughed out your shock at the sudden tonal change, “Do you think I’d just disappear for fun or something?”

He shrugged, “It wouldn't surprise me.”

“Good. It shouldn’t, and I might,” you took another sip- a deeper one, exposing your neck to Spencer again. He crossed his legs.

“But if I did vanish for fun, I would come back.”

“Would you?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, “Nothing could keep me away.”

There was a soft pause in the conversation. You looked at Spencer. He looked at you. You looked at the wine. Spencer kept looking at you because he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“So, if I got murdered-”

“(Y/N),” he said your name like a warning. You just laughed and leaned into his side.

“Humour me! Humour me. If I got murdered, what would you do? And there is a right answer to this one, so be careful.”

Spencer opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, your phone buzzed. You picked it up and unlocked it, all with his eyes on you.

A bright smile overtook your face.

“Frank’s awake!” You squeezed Spencer’s hand just as he squeezed yours. That adorable moment went unnoticed by both of you in all the excitement, “Missy’s with him at the hospital now. It sounds like he’s going to be okay. It’s all gonna be okay.”

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