Yandere Deuce Gorgon x Reader

Chapter 14:

By 4 in the morning, Deuce was wide awake and full of energy. He wiped the nonexistent sleep from his eyes and ran to the bathroom to begin his shower. You, however, were still curled up in your bed. You paid little attention to anything other than the darkness behind your eyelids.

By 5 in the morning, Deuce was throwing on a black hoodie and a pair of jeans. He had covered his shoes in black tape to minimize the color from them. A pit of excitement hid in his belly, and he wore a wide grin as he slid on the tape covered shoes. You still hadn't woken up.

By 6, Deuce was at Witches Brew coffee shop with a freshly baked croissant and a freshly poured cup of coffee. You were flipping the thick blankets off of you and slipping out of bed. You groggily stepped to the shower and stripped before stepping in the running water. The heat rinsed any sleepiness you had left, and instead replaced it with an energy release.

By 7, Deuce was pacing back and forth behind your dormitory. He had his eyes trained on your bedroom window. He only had to wait for the lights to cut off and then he could climb up. You had just finished putting on the last bit of makeup before you ran from the dorm and to school.

Deuce nodded at the lights turning off and threw his bookbag over his shoulders. Lucky for him, it was empty.

He steadily climbed the fire escape, too scared to send down any ladders in case the noise was too loud. His hands gripped the metal bars and pulled his bodyweight up. This climb was definitely harder than the last, since his arm muscles were still too sore from the day before. He didn't care, though, and he allowed his excitement to replace his exhaustion.

He felt like he was on drugs from the raw euphoria you gave him. The adrenaline high you caused him made him even more obsessed, and the fact that you had no idea made him even more energetic.

Deuce finally reached the top, and he slid a screwdriver under your window to make sure it was unlocked. It was, and he pulled it up before slipping in through the opening.

He looked around your room in amazement, even if it was the same thing he saw yesterday. The possibilities were endless, and he had nearly all day until you came back. His eyes wandered over to your closet. You had so many shirts. Surely you wouldn't notice if one was missing?

He walked over and grabbed a pair of pajama pants from off the ground.

Deuce couldn't wait to grow his collection of stolen items.

You, on the other hand, were trying your hardest to focus in class. Your lack of sleep from the previous night had made everything much more difficult, and you were ready to be able to curl up in bed once again.

The teacher blabbered on, leaving you with a migraine to deal with. Oh, how you wished to be home again.

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Deuce steadied himself in your closet floor as he waited. You'd be home any minute, and he didn't want the risk of being seen. Just as he suspected, you shoved your key in the door lock and unlocked it before pushing your way inside.

You slammed your bookbag on the ground in frustration from your exhausting day. All you had in mind was a hot bath and some good food. However, instead of walking to the bathroom, you directed your attention on your bed.

Sure, a hot bath and some food seemed like an amazing option, but you were just too tired.

You kicked off your shoes and dived onto the mattress. Then, you shimmied out of your pants and shirt and slid under your blankets. In a matter of seconds, you were asleep.

Deuce squinted. He had planned on watching you all day. He wanted to see what you did in your free time, or what you ate for dinner. He wanted to see you, and he wanted to see you in your natural, unbothered state. He wanted to know what there was before him.

Instead, he had came on the wrong day. He frowned.

Deuce hurt for you. He had never seen you look so unhappy, or so exhausted. He had never seen you out of your normal, happy self. You looked pitiful, something Deuce had never seen you as. It lured him in. He had never even thought of you not being okay. The fact that you seemed so real and so genuine in everything you did and said pulled Deuce in even more.

He slowly crawled out of the closet and onto his feet. He stared at your bed and smiled. You did look pitiful. You looked like a weak little damsel. You were just a poor damsel in distress, and he was your savior.

He stepped closer, his hands aching to feel you and his lungs aching to take in your scent. Deuce hovered his hand over your body and ran it up your hip. He pulled his hand closer to you and stopped right before his skin could make contact with yours. Your body heat radiated onto his flesh.

Deuce leaned down to hover his face over yours. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of your shampoo.

Poor little damsel. That's why you rejected him! You just didn't know what was best for you.

Deuce looked around at your bedroom. How did you manage to live all by yourself? How were you able to do it all on your own? Surely you would've died with no one there to take care of you?

You were a fragile human. How did you manage to survive this long without him?

Deuce chuckled at you. You were so cute! So defenseless. So weak.

Deuce turned to your bathroom. He wanted to explore. Uninterrupted, this time.