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yandere-kokeshi · 11 months

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Yandere Izuku, Dabi, Overhaul, and Hawks with gn darling who has severe acne

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about surgery.

A/N: these are all my comfort characters and since June is Acne Awareness Month, I decided to write this and post this.

I hope you enjoy and remember, you all matter and I love you for being you.

Deku / Izuku Midoryia:

This green boy loves everything about you, especially your face. No matter how you wake up, to him: you always look like a Greek statue ready to be admired every second of the day.

Breakouts are normal. It happens to everyone. When it does occur, Izuku is right behind you, comforting you and making sure you feel as perfect as you are - kissing those marks and going as far as to participate in your care routine to feel less alone.

If you want to, Izuku is more than happy to take vitamins or anti-inflammatory medications to help you. With the help of the internet, he’s prone to come up to you and introduce things you may have not tried; using this as an excuse to get closer to you.

If you decide to wear makeup, he will help find the best types of face cleansers and foundations, making sure they don’t cause you to have a massive breakout.

If you ever are insecure, Izuku will comfort you by giving you cuddles; his beefy arms wrapping around you as he kisses your face. Reminding you that those dots on your face make you look more perfect. You are incredibly attractive.

Dabi:

He thinks you’re beautiful, no matter the marks you may see as a nuisance. He finds nothing wrong with acne, as it’s normal. The acne doesn’t bother him, therefore, it shouldn’t bother you.

But, with insecurities and social media standards, it’s hard to continue on the day without feeling insecure. With this said, Dabi is quite blunt about comforting you about your insecurities; going as far as to ask ‘why’ you think that you’re somehow unattractive because of these marks.

While his main thing is to never offend you or make you feel bad - he just doesn’t understand the reason you’re insecure. Nevertheless, if you are standing in front of a mirror or having a bad mental day, Dabi will help you as best as he can. Though, he does understand what it’s like to feel insecure and think bad things about yourself, especially with things you can’t control. He often tells you that you’ve seen the real him - his hair, his smile, and his purple-burnt skin that you love to kiss. You’ve grown to love it, which made him start to love it as well. Slowly but surely, he’ll make you realize that you are just as pretty as he states every single day.

Dabi is… not the best at comfort. But he will try. His best bet with comforting is a type of distraction, whether getting your favorite snacks and drinks or putting a comfortable movie on whilst cuddling is the best he can do. Kissing your face as he tells you about the things he did for that day. Sure, it won’t help the spots, but it’ll help the way you feel.

He’s 50/50 to do face masks or skin care routines with you. I mean… by his face, he’s needed for it. But, he’s more hesitant to try things, especially if it’s new. But, if it makes you feel better, Dabi is adamant about finishing it with you; staying up pretty late, and putting on music while you two make a mess in the bathroom as he tries to mess with you.

Dabi is quite often kissing your face, especially your cheek and lower neck. No matter the complaints you push out, he will shush you and continually kiss you.

Overhaul / Kai Chisaki:

He doesn’t care about your acne, as much as he’s a clean freak and loves organized areas, he views you as his deity - a person of much perfection. In his eyes, nothing can be wrong with you.

Overhaul often wears his mask with you, but with your insecurity, he will take it off around you so you feel at least comfortable and less alone. In his mind, if he shows his vulnerability towards you, you will feel less alone and more appreciative towards yourself.

Like Dabi, he’s not the best at comforting you when you’re insecure. While he will try his best, distraction is also the best for him. At times, Overhaul can be blunt and you may take it the wrong way. This leads to him suggesting things, even if you didn’t ask for them; offering to do face masks and facial cream with you, and even going as far as to ask if you’d prefer surgery or laser treatment.

While he never tries to offend you, much like Dabi, he doesn’t see the reason why you’re self-conscious. Just because society views it as ‘disgusting’ or ‘not attractive’ makes him confused. It’s just spots, it’s no biggie. Nevertheless, Kai will help you with whatever you want.

If you decide to wear makeup, Kai will treat you the same, complimenting you if you decide to change it up to something brighter or more design-like. He notices the slightest things, which Kai observes from your reactions, and smiles underneath his mask whenever you take his compliments in.

Kai overall really hates seeing you upset by the marks. So, on a particular day when you feel bad, he will have your comfort food delivered to you and sit next to you - letting you pick whatever movie or TV show to watch as he bluntly rubs your back.

Hawks / Keigo Takami:

Keigo doesn’t see a problem with your acne. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s part of human biology. He finds you attractive - even if you woke up from the night before from roughhousing.

Some days are indecisive, yesterday was fine but today, you wake up with a huge breakout and a headache. With this, Keigo is a huge help. Each morning, he makes sure to give you ibuprofen, reminding you to take it easy for the day as he pecks kisses along your neck, promising to get your favorites after work whilst getting ready to leave for work - late yet again.

If you are ever insecure, Hawks will get a bit dumbfounded. How are you upset with yourself? You are so pretty, don’t you realize that? But, with more thoughts about social media and their standards - he gets a bit sad. Of course, he’ll immediately comfort you but he’s unsure what to do until a few days later.

In the next few days, Hawks will be pampering you with a bunch of kisses, hugs with his wings, and gifts. A lot of the gifts include things that are comforting to you, including food and drinks, some more blankets, rare figures from those TV shows and movies you adore, and some vitamins he thought would help with your acne.

While you may feel insufficient and start listing the things you hate about yourself, including the acne, Keigo will immediately wrap you in his wings and kiss your mouth shut with his, making sure to make you laugh out loud as he tells you everything about what he loves about you (and I mean everything)

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sourlove · 24 days

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MASTERPOST

OCS

YANDERE KING (HENRY)

Part 1

Part 2

What happens if reader tries to run away?

Reader develops Stockholm Syndrome

YANDERE JOCK (LUCAS)

Headcanons

Diner Date

Reader wants to go to college

YANDERE ROCKSTAR (AXEL)

Intro Fic (First Meeting)

YANDERE MANAGER (JAMES) COMING SOON

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Yandere Headcanons

Street Rat (Yandere Fic)

Wedding Crasher (Part 2 of 'Street Rat')

Kingpin (Part 3 of 'Street Rat')

Reaction to pregnant reader

NOT the father! 😬

TODOROKI SHOTO

Yandere Headcanons

My Mistake (Yandere Fic)

My In-Laws (Part 2 of 'My Mistake')

Reaction to pregnant reader

NOT the father! 😬

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Yandere Headcanons

Reaction to pregnant reader

NOT the father! 😬

AIZAWA SHOTA

Yandere Headcanons

Reaction to pregnant reader

NOT the father! 😬

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO COMING SOON

TODOROKI ENJI COMING SOON

#bnha #boku no hero academia #fanfic #mha #my hero academia #obsessive love #obsessive yandere #yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x gn reader

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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yandere izuku with a darling that stops him from commiting suicide

pairing: izuku midoriya x gn!reader

tags: (almost) attempted suicide (by jumping off a roof), obsessive izuku, implied murder (of rivals), jealousy, overall heavy subjects

izuku had reached a low point, after all those years of bullying he had to endure from katsuki

but the day he was ready to end it all and escape his suffering, you came into his life and changed everything, giving his life a new meaning!

there he stood, on top of the school roof, looking down, as your voice called out to him. at that point, izuku didn't even know who you were…

but despite that, you seemed to know who he was, as you suddenly confessed your love to him, begging him to step away from the edge

izuku turned around and did as you told him, seeing your face for the first time and immediately falling for the one who had saved his life with their love

only that seconds after he had approached you, you seemingly began to panic, telling him that you had confused him with someone else

you apologized for the confession, that wasn't meant for him, but told him to reach out to you, if he ever felt like things were getting too much for him, before awkwardly hurrying off

but by that point, izuku was already convinced that you were just lying about mistaking him for someone else! surely, you were just getting embarrassed after that heartfelt confession

the next few days, he began studying you, finding out every little detail about you, before he finally dared to approach you again

he didn't mind taking things slow with you, as long as he could be with you. even when you told him about the guy you liked, he remained calm

izuku was sure you were just trying to make him jealous and push him to give you a confession as beautiful as the one you had given him!

and he certainly would write you the most beautiful confession you had ever gotten! right after he'd get rid of that boy you told him about, just to make sure…

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amive2567 · 1 year

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Ingredients: Shoto Todoroki x gn!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x gn!Reader, Hitoshi Shinsou x gn!Reader

Contains: violence, mention of murder, mention of Stockholm syndrome, illegal gambling, just illegal stuff; don't take notes kiddos, yandere behavior

Type of order: macarons (headcanons), galaxy milkshake (au/ villain Au)

Hitoshi Shinsou:

He's a bounty hunter on the run, but also kinda like robin hood

He killed the rich/villains in the way and gave his money to you or donation organizations

He is always on the run, so he can’t spend his time with you

He doesn't want you to know about his doings, but he always keeps you safe from everyone that wanted to hurt you

Tbh he hid in the dark and snatched those “not so good” people away from you

He works together with the Kurogiri

His mind control was pretty helpful

Winning their trust, controlling them, and boom dead

At the end of the day, he made a lot of money and he would gladly spend it on you

With that, you could live a lavish life

He may be always on the run, but he still visits you about 5 times a week, always in another disguise

He came in for cuddles, dinner dates, or gaming nights

You knew that bringing up his work would only cause arguments, so you just rolled with it

He would kill everyone if it meant keeping you safe and sound

You are the most precious thing in his life

You are the only one who sees him vulnerable

As long as he is by your side, nothing will ever happen to you

Shoto Todoroki:

A corrupted speculator, he started in high school and gambled with the money he stole from his dad.

Online, of course.

He always wins and people were are by his skills

Never lost a bet and earned an immense sum of money

If he won his conqueror would never be seen again

He spends a lot of his money on you, to get you little gifts or flowers

You knew what he does as an earning and you understand it somehow, even though you were anxious at first

but he will protect you at all costs, even if it meant to freeze someone to death

Even though he loved his job, he loved you more, so he spend as much time with you as he could

even though he is feared by most, he is pretty clingy and sweet when he's with you

His job wasn’t always as fun as it sounds, he had to deal with death wishes and gang fights

Due to these circumstances, you had to move now and then

But you didn’t care, you would go everywhere he goes

Izuku Midoriya:

After all, might told him he can't be a hero, he wanted to full fill Akatsuki's dream and jump off the school, but he thought about it one last time

Rage filled him and as he turned around from the building he ran in one for all

OfA gave him a powerful quirk to help him to tear down the hero-society

He wants to have everything under control

He always got ruled over by everyone, and now he rules over everyone

Only kills heroes with bad intentions like endeavor and other fame-hungry heroes

Has an All might hate page, because he crushed his dreams

He helps ofa as a double agent, he feels like he needs to pay him back

Izuku is a Yandere you are his obsession and no one can have you except for him

You can't escape

He will give you everything to satisfy you

Loves you deeply and adores you to the core

If someone harms you he will go feral and extremely protective of you

He creates a sort of Mafia to get the hero-society down

Will fulfill all your needs

New car? No problem

Traveling to Hawaii? He will book the best flight

If the member of the Mafia take a wrong look at you, they are instantly dead, shot in the head in the center hallway of the Mafia

He will take revenge if someone does him wrong

You are the only person to see his caring side

He loves you and you learned to love him to (thanks stockholm syndrome)

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down-in-devildom · 2 years

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Coffee

Creepy!Personal Assistant Midoriya x GN!Reader

18+ only

Warnings: food tampering, food kink?, obsession, very creepy behavior

It has been about four or so months since you hired your new personal assistant and your work life has never been so easy. Midoriya is very vigilant and always so intune to whatever you could possibly need, well before you could even ask for it. He was a bit odd, you would have to admit, but the way he looked at you really showed you that he admired you and your work. Who didn’t like their ego stroked from time to time anyway? He was so quick to give you praise for even the smallest of things, to the point that it almost came across as if he was teasing you. Not that you would honestly think he was though, he was way too earnest.

His efficiency knew no bounds. He always had a spare outfit ready for you in your work cabinet in case you had to work overtime and needed to freshen up. You didn’t even tell him your measurements, you think. He was just that good! Midoriya would also always seem to know exactly what you are craving for dinner at the end of the work day or when you have to work overtime and a reservation for two or take out will be ordered. It was always kind of odd eating with Midoriya. It felt like he would always be too busy watching you eat to even touch his food. His cheeks would get flushed and you felt like a hole was being burned into your skull from how intense his stare was. He would also be breathing very heavily and it was a bit concerning. When you brought it to his attention one night, he seemed to just explain it away as nerves.

“S-sorry, boss. I-I get really nervous eating in front of other people. So-social anxiety.” he stammered and you brushed it off. Everybody had their hang ups and you weren’t about to turn down his company after he kept going above and beyond for you.

Your mind is brought back to the present moment by Midoriya placing a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of you. You look down into the cup and grimace a little. It would seem the only thing Midoriya couldn’t do was make a decent cup of coffee. Midoriya insisted that the new imported coffee roasted beans he special ordered for you were one of the best in the world. It always tasted a bit bitter to you, in a weird way. At your discretion, Midoriya started adding some crème to the coffee but it seemed to only make it worse. You contemplated asking for sugar or for the beans to be tossed out, but with how much work Midoriya went through to get these supposedly really sought after coffee beans, you decided to just suck it up and admit that you just can’t appreciate good coffee, apparently.

You take a sip of the slightly lightened coffee after blowing on it. You can’t help but pull a face when you set the cup down and look up at Midoriya, who is still standing on the other side of the desk, looking at you. He has such a funny looking smile on his face whenever you drink his coffee. Maybe he is just happy that you are still giving it a chance even though you clearly hate it. You can’t help but feel a full body shudder overtake you for a split second though. Strange.

You clear your throat and go back to looking at the documents you pulled up on your screen.

“Has my two o’clock appointment for Wednesday confirmed with us yet?”

“Yes, they have,” Midoriya says, “I also went ahead and finished planning your business trip to Kyoto. It seems like it will be six nights due to the rather big charter deal. I have already booked you an appointment with a luxury onsen on the last night so that you may relax a little before flying back. I also managed to squeeze in an omakase reservation with that one restaurant that was featured in the travel tabloid you keep under your desk. I have also since confiscated the magazine to help you better focus on your work.”

“I can’t tell if you are spoiling me or if you are my mother!” You can’t help but laugh. See? This is precisely why you kept Midoriya around. Well, you can do without him going through your stuff but you guess someone has to keep you on track.

There is a knock on your large mahogany door before one of the head managers of the financial department comes rushing in.

“Sorry to interrupt, but there has been a major miscommunication with one of the mills and we really need you to come and talk to our clients before they try to storm out of the briefing.” The person at the door looked rather frazzled and you can already feel a headache coming on.

“Yes, yes. I’m coming. Midoriya, can you please stay here and finish sending off the emails to the third branch for me? It is really important that it is done before the end of the day. I’ll have someone else take notes for me during this meeting. Expect me back no later than 8.”

“Of course,” Midoriya says while you rush by to follow the financial manager. “I’ll have another fresh coffee ready for you by the time you get back so that you can review your documents.”

With that in mind, you head into the meeting to try to soothe things over and discussions get tiresome rather quickly. You just can’t wait to go back to your office and stuff some take out in your face. You may even be looking forward to that disgusting cup of coffee at this point.

With the meeting coming to a close, you send a quick text to Midoriya with your company cell phone to let him know you would be back in about twenty minutes. You were just saying goodbye to the clients and walking them out the door but things were finishing up faster than you expected. You were in the elevator before you knew it and heading up to your office suite.

When the elevator pinged and the doors opened to your private lobby, you noticed Midoriya wasn’t at his desk. He must have been inside making good on his promise of delivering you a fresh mug of coffee. It was a bit too early though, you thought, if he was going based on the original estimate. Oh well.

The door to the office itself was left ajar so you just slowly push it open and start to take off your outer suit jacket and toss it on one of the leather couches that inhabit the space. The side door that leads to the small nook that holds the wet bar and coffee machine is open. It seemed to always be closed whenever Midoriya was in there fixing you something to drink, so it was odd seeing the door ajar. You head over to peek inside and let Midoriya know that you have returned.

“Nah-ah,” you hear from outside the doorway. It sounded like…

“Mmm-ha,” You definitely were not mistaken that time. And if the little pants and moans were not a clue enough for you, the rather slick sound of wet skin was a dead giveaway. You contemplate coming back but this is your office, darn it! What the hell did Midoriya think he was doing? He was always so well mannered that this behavior seemed out of character for him.

You square your shoulders and round the barrier of the doorway so you can confirm your suspicions and can’t help but freeze at the sight being a whole lot worse than you could have ever imagined.

There was Midoriya, pants open and his work shirt bunched up into his mouth as if to help muffle his pants and moans. His hand is working furiously over his hard cock and his hips are thrusting forward every once in a while to really fuck his fist. In his other hand is one of your coffee mugs, posed as if to catch his spend. You stay frozen as you watch him tremble and you can faintly hear a muffled version of your name slip past the makeshift gag in his mouth as rope after rope of thick cum is shot into the waiting mug. It seems like his load would never end before the last rope lands halfway into the mug and half on the rim. He then takes the mug and brings it closer to his still hard cock and runs the head of his dick around the rim, really smearing the pearly white liquid around before pulling the mug away and setting it on the counter. He then reaches for the pot of steaming his coffee he must have brewed earlier and pours it over the cum in the mug.

When he turns around, you can’t even move to try to hide. Your feet are rooted and there seems to be no escaping from the smile Midoriya sends your way.

He knew.

He knew you were watching and now he is looking at you in that weird way again. His eyes are dilated and he is flushed and panting. His cock is still out and gives a twitch as he looks you dead in the eye and brings the tainted coffee up to his lips and gives it a sip. The smile he gives you when he is done is sickening and you can’t help but feel absolute dread.

“Ah, your coffee is ready. Just how you like it.”

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 years

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How would yandere Deku react to the reader playing a gold flute that's unbreakable because of magic that was gifted to her by someone from another dimension who has feelings for her? It’s like the music from the flute can connect with reader and her friend, there’s a special connection between them

i kinda mixed this with a fantasy setting idea?? Could be seen as either romantic obbsession or platonic. I kinda’ left that up to you. gn reader btw~

shaky writing because i was trying to sound all wise and philisophical and i forgot i was a smut writer

(Fantasy AU! Yandere, obsession, destruction of property idk there’s so few warnings on this one(?))

Playing God

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x reader

When you first meet Izuku Midoriya, you’re a bit surprised that this was the hero the Gods chose. He resembles nothing close to what the prophecy foretold. He’s merely a child, barely hovering about the age of fourteen, trembling in the dirt of your forest, marks and scratches all over his body.

For a moment, you think to leave him. Eventually the elders of the village will come to look for him. There’s no need for you to meddle with the human’s affairs, especially ones concerning a hero. They did say those who intervened with the destiny of a prodigy often suffered dearly.

It’s the frailness of his body that makes you break, how tiny he looks among the grass. How pitiful.

A warm meal wouldn’t count as meddling, right?

“Are you lost?” You ask.

The boy stiffens, he looks up wildly, before finally focusing his eyes on you. They were bright. Green like the forest. He blended in quite nicely.

He doesn’t answer the first time.

“I asked if you were lost.”

He hesitates, “...A little.” He finally admits.

You laugh, it’s quick, barely a huff, finally deciding to extend your hand towards him.

“Come. Let’s get you out of the dirt.”

As his hand reaches up to grasp your own, you decide that he doesn’t have the hand of a hero’s.

Despite his tiny stature, Izuku eats a lot.

Two bowls have already been downed, and he’s midway through his third. Briefly, you wonder if you even have enough food to fill this boy up.

He seems to suddenly remember himself, stopping himself from devouring the bowl completely, delicately setting it down.

“Thank you for the food,” He says shyly, a blush blooms on freckled cheeks.

You only hum, “Eat as much as you want. You need that energy.”

He nods at your reply, going back to his meal, before pausing again.

“I’m...I’m sorry for barging into your home like this,” He says, guiltily looking away. He glances at the hall of your temple.

“I promise I’ll leave as soon as I can...”

You tilt you head, “What were you doing so deep in the forest anyway? Not even the woodsmen come this far.”

“I was exploring,” Izuku replies honestly, “But the woods got so dark and I didn’t know where I was going and...”

“Hm,” You say, “Exploring? Alone? That’s not very wise.”

He’s helpless to do nothing but nod.

“I know...”

“Well, as long as you realize your mistake,” You sigh, stretching out your arms, “Be sure not to repeat this dangerous adventure again. Understood?”

He blinks. He seems confused.

“You...you aren’t upset I entered your forest?” He asks hesitantly.

“The forest isn’t mine. I’m in no position to demand those things,” You reply, “I’m just glad you’re unharmed.”

He seems to still be unsure. In response, you push his unfinished bowl closer to him.

“That being said,” You hope your smile doesn’t look like a grimace, “I might not be so forgiving if you waste your food.”

His doubt seems to vanish instantly. Immediately, Izuku goes back to eating, scarfing it down with renewed vigor.

When the sky begins to show signs of purple, you shoo him in the direction of his village. He keeps waving back until his figure fully disappears into the leaves. When he’s gone, you sigh, massaging your temples. There’s no moon in the sky tonight. A child is harmless, but it could have been worse.

Maybe you should erect a barrier to keep pesky humans out.

After centuries of practice, the art of the woodwind instrument has finally been mastered.

The forest is quiet, thrumming with silent vigor. You can feel the spirits in the trees, the streams, the dirt, all await for your tune. As always, you sit on the floor of your temple, hands steady on your flute. You play something soft, melodious. The song blooms through your halls, spreading across the trees. Your eyes are closed, listening to the notes in a quiet tandem.

“Wow, you’re really good.”

You scream. The golden flute drops to the floor, sending a loud clatter as it rolls away. Recovering quickly, you immediately grab the instrument, before sending a seething look at the intruder.

At least he had the conscious to look remorseful.

“Sorry,” Izuku says hesitantly, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine,” You say too quickly.

You take a deep breath, trying to sound a little more patient. You still can’t keep the frustration in your voice, still too flustered at how easily you were startled by a mortal.

“Why are you here anyways?”

He looks away, “I...was doing some exploring...again.” He says shyly.

When you give him a look, he’s quick to respond.

“Safely! This time.”

You swallow your annoyance, “Wonderful. I’m a little busy at the moment. If you’ll excuse me.”

You get up, brushing down your kurta. Izuku is quick to follow, scrambling to walk beside you.

“What-what are you busy with?” He squeaks, “I could maybe help you?”

“Gardening,” You say stiffly, “It’s mainly heavy-lifting work. I’m not sure a child could help me.”

Why was he here? How had he even found you? Hadn’t he learned his lesson last time he got lost? You wondered if the dryads had helped this kid out. Annoying you was something of a pastime for them.

“I can help! I’m pretty strong. And-and I could...” He trails off when you sigh.

You come to a stop.

“Child, don’t you think it’s a little reckless to be wandering the forest again? Why don’t you go play with your friends in the village?”

His face falls and you wonder if you said the wrong thing. When he glances down to stare at the dirt, you know you’ve said the wrong thing.

“Who know who I am, right?” He mumbles, kicking at the dirt, “You already knew my name.”

You don’t respond. He already knows your answer.

“The kids in the village don’t really like me...” He quietly says, “They say the Gods wasted their gifts on me...that I don’t really deserve it.”

He looks at the trees. You follow his gaze, hoping to catch what he sees.

“The elders also say think same thing. They never say it...but...I can tell.”

You can almost imagine it, a boy with green hair being ostracized by children, each which jealousy, annoyance, that this was the hero the Gods chose. Adults clambering together, whispering their distaste in hushed rumors.

“Do you believe them?” You ask.

He looks at you, confused.

“They said you were a failure. Before you could even start. Do you believe them?”

He doesn’t hesitate, this time.

“I don’t.”

You laugh at that. The confidence a kid like him has. You admire it, honestly.

Heroes are rare, an abnormality. Despite all the years you’ve lived you’ve only met a few. You’ve never seen a hero grow, get stronger, flourish with the gift of the Gods.

“Do you believe them?” Izuku asks.

This could be an opportunity.

You tilt your head. “Which Gods have visited you so far?”

He only has one gift so far. Strength, from the sun. You hum in acknowledgment, before calling out to the forest. You ask for ore from the caves, wood from the trees.

You ask for indirect heat, from the moon.

The sword is too heavy for Izuku. He bends a bit, struggling to support the weight.

Still, he doesn’t let it drop. You smile at that.

“We’ll see.”

Watching over a hero might give some entertainment in your mundane life.

Izuku visited consistently. His favorite time was in the evening, just when you were about to play your tune. You don’t mind. He’s diligent. A hard worker. You supposed it’s because no ones bothered to try with the little hero. He’s grateful for it.

You just wish he’d be a bit more efficient.

“It’s been hours, let’s just stop here, for now.” You say, coming to stand beside him.

He’s barely sitting, almost lying in the grass, exhausted. The hero groans in what sounds like acknowledgment. Slowly, he tries to lift himself up, staggering.

You sigh, “Take a break. Gain back your strength.”

He collapses back to the floor, and the sword sinks into the grass. Curious, you step towards his work, the job you’d given him for today.

As you expected, it wasn’t a lot. The dead stump you instructed him to cut down barely had a scratch on it, a shallow line where his sword had mashed through. Could be his age, or his overall power, but Izuku was weak, despite the gift the Sun had given him.

“No,” You tell him sternly when he tries to wobble to his feet, “Just sit for now.”

He looks like he wants to argue, but he wordlessly complies. You were glad you had to stop him from pushing himself, instead of the other way around. Tenacity was honestly the only thing he had going for him at this point.

“Thank you,” Izuku politely takes the cup you offered him, drinking the contents down in one swing.

You stand next to him, waiting for him to finish.

He couldn’t access his gift, he told you when you berated him one evening. He knows it’s there, deep within him, but he can’t reach it. Theoretically, cutting down a stump should be child’s play with his gift. You were pretty sure it was because he lacked any initial power. In order to start a fire, one needed a flame. Izuku didn’t even have a spark.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” He says when he finally catches his breath, “I can still feel it. It’s still there, but I can’t use it. Am I still not strong enough?”

You give him a look over. It’s only been a few weeks but he’s already gained a bit of muscle. Not by a lot, but he didn’t look like he’d fall over by a gust of wind at any second.

It should be more than enough, right?

Maybe you were looking at it the wrong way? You bite your lip, studying him. He’s strong, plenty strong, but maybe it isn’t just physical strength that’s stopping him?

“I think the issue is that you aren’t picturing it,” You finally say.

“Picturing it...?”

You nod. “Gifts mainly are channeled through your body, but you need to guide it. I’d suggest temporarily setting a goal, before you fully harness your gift.”

You expect him to jump up, eager to try your strategy out. Instead, Izuku uncharacteristically remains seated on the floor.

“Something wrong?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

“No, it’s just: you’re always helping me,” He says, “I wish I could do something to repay you.”

You feel a little guilty when he says that. You still don’t have the heart to admit you’re doing this for your own entertainment.

He gives a frustrated huff.

“But I’m not really sure what a human like me could give a God.”

Now, that gets a laugh out of you. Izuku’s face falls to confusion as you almost fall to the floor in hysterics.

“Sorry,” You huff, out of breath, “Do you...do you think I’m a God?”

He hesitates, “You...you aren’t?”

“No,” You’re still grinning, “Not even close.”

“But the-the temple,” He flounders, “Your-your powers?”

You shake your head.

“I was simply gifted by the Gods, same as you.”

His eyes widen, “Are you a Hero too?”

“Not quite,” You hum, “I think once, a long time ago, I was a human. A normal human. But I did something that a God rather appreciated. They gave me my gift.” You whirl the flute in your hands. Izuku stares at it, transfixed.

“What happened?” He suddenly asks.

You glance at him, he’s backpedaling, trying to squish words in a sentence.

“Why did the God give you your gift?”

Your smile falls.

“...I don’t remember.”

Izuku sits back, something somber on his face. A wince of anger.

“You...don’t?” You shake your head.

“It happened centuries in the past. It’s...trivial to recall things that happened so long ago.”

Izuku sits, letting what you said fill the silence. He doesn’t move until you’re scowling, telling him to get to work. He’s quick to comply.

Your theory is proven correct when Izuku closes his eyes, focusing on his gift. When he swings, the brunt of the sun comes with it, shattering the stump completely. It’s shaky, uncontrolled, but he did it.

When you ask what he was thinking about, he cheekily tells you its a secret.

There’s a festival in the village that evening. Timidly Izuku asks if you will attend. His face falls when you shake your head. He’s suddenly wondering why you haven’t left the forest in all the years you’ve been alive.

“That’s the price of immortality,” You hum.

“Imprisonment.”

Izuku is sixteen when news of him reaches the kingdom.

Imperial knights are sent to his village immediately. Within weeks nobles and merchants swarm his tiny town, endlessly gifting him with gold, jewelry, expensive clothing he’s never seen before.

Even the current crown prince of this era came to greet him.

“His highness says there’s a school in the palace, a place where people can train with their gifts,” Izuku says, swinging his knees on the roof.

You idly stand beside him, onlooking the view of the forest. It was so pretty like this, the time just before nightfall came. The temple is washed in duller colors as the sun disappears beneath the skyline. You can see the moon creeping up to take its place.

Usually, he’s dressed so modestly, simple clothes, scuffed pants. Today, he sits in your temple wearing an expensive shirt, material you’ve never even seen before. He looks healthier. Fuller. He gave you a fruit you had no name for. It tasted sweet on your tongue.

“Exciting,” You state, indulging him, “When are you planning on departing?”

He frowns.

“In a few days,” He says.

His tone is off. You tilt your head.

“Are you not excited?” You ask, “This is the chance you were waiting for, correct? After all, there’s so little training you can do in a forest.”

“I am,” He returns, too quickly, as if he’s trying to convince himself more than you.

He isn’t looking at you, rather, he’s avoiding looking at you completely. Bright green eyes stare into the horizon, dimmed by the setting sun.

“Then?”

“You won’t come with me,” He phrases it as a statement. A certainty.

“I won’t,” You agree, “Why are you so worried with my presence?”

“I just-” He doesn’t respond, trying to figure out the correct words. He takes a minute. Then another.

“I wish you could.” He gives a glance at your flute. You can’t make out his expression. “But you can’t.”

You hum.

“Have you ever wanted to leave this place?” Izuku asks.

That question has never crossed your mind before. You peer into the forest, alongside him. You can see treetops, hills, valleys. It’s all yours.

But have you ever wanted more than that?

How have the humans developed? How has the world changed? The fruits Izuku brought, the clothes he wore, you wanted to see the place they came from.

“I think It’d be nice if I could,” You reply honestly.

This gift was a curse, as well as a blessing. But you were happy with that. Content. The world will change around you, evolve, possibly leave you behind. But you’re fine in your little world filled with green.

You know Izuku doesn’t see it that way. No mortal would, not with their finite days.

“You never told me,” Izuku says.

“Told you what?”

“Which God gifted you.”

You smile, “Why does it matter?”

He frowns, “Is that you saying you won’t tell me?”

“Not quite,” You honestly state, “I’ve given you some hints, I believe.”

“Isn’t it more fun to figure it out yourself?”

He doesn’t respond, not to your last statement, at the very least.

“I’m not strong enough to help you, yet.” He whispers, turning to look at you.

“But I will be, one day.”

You smile at him. But, for some reason, his words feel like a warning.

The next day, Izuku heads into the kingdom.

You don’t see him off. You know he understands.

It’s not like you could.

You lied to him.

You remember how you got your gift. Just pieces, shatters of a complete memory. Sometimes you try piecing them together, trying to create a concrete storyline. Something always feels wrong, uncomplete.

You always give up.

In the end, it was pointless to try to explain remnants of a memory to a boy who can hardly fathom your passage of time.

Tonight, once again, the moon doesn’t join you.

To you, 11 years is only a moment.

To Izuku, it’s more than a decade.

He’s bigger now. Earlier, he was shorter than you, thinner. Now, he feels larger than most trees, towering over you. Untamed green hair is shorter now, and those giant emerald irises have matured.

The only thing you recognize is the smile. Soft, hesitant. Nervous.

As if he’s unsure if you even want to see him.

He timidly waits by the entrance of your temple, patiently waiting for you to acknowledge him. It’s a little comical, with how big he is, yet his posture remained the same. Polite, to the end.

You wait for a minute, then two.

Finally, you sigh.

“Come here, Izuku,”

He’s huge, practically dwarfing you. He has to bend over a little, hunch, in order to wrap his arms around your smaller body. But you’re just as warm, just as welcoming.

You pat his broad back, and you can feel him relax into your hold.

“Welcome home.”

“You can only stay for a few days?” You cock your head, disappointed.

He’s nodding, just as remorseful.

“I already visited the village,” He’s sighing, leaning back, “So much has changed.”

You laugh, “I can imagine. Tell me, what was it like?”

Izuku tells you stories. Stories of his travels. Stories of the adventures he’s had. Stories of the long harsh battles. Stories of finally slaying the nightmare that had plagued this world for decades. Stories of being a hero.

You wonder if he feels guilt, guilt that you weren’t there to watch him. You can’t blame him. That’s how he is. He needs to be everyone’s savior. You often wondered if that was just his personality, or the traits of every hero.

You like to think that it was just Izuku’s.

He’s smiling when he finishes his tales. The sun is setting in the sky. You won’t let him stay the night.

He’s matured between his younger years. There’s no disappointment on his freckled features. He nods, with a smile.

“You can only stay for a few days,” You say, tilting your head.

“I’m offended you aren’t more saddened about leaving.”

He jerks, stumbling over apologies and you laugh.

“No it’s just, I have a feeling.” He smiles knowingly, a light blush over his tanned faced.

You prod, “Feeling?”

He nods, “I won’t be leaving you.”

You don’t know what he means by that. It sounds metaphorical, because he must know you’ll never leave this forest. You’ll live forever, while he, the great hero, withers away with mortality. Another will take his place.

Still, his last words feel strangely cryptic. You force yourself not to linger on it.

Something was wrong.

You woke up. The forest was screaming. You could hear the horrid cries of the trees, the saplings.

They were screaming for you.

You’re stumbling through the halls of your temple. It’s night, but the moon isn’t out, not this time. There’s no one to see you. To hear you. You feel alone.

But you aren’t.

Izuku is right there, in the edge of your temple. You want to feel relief, but you can’t, not when the thing he’s holding in his arms is too familiar to you. Something he shouldn’t even be touching.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve figured it out,” Izuku is smiling, spinning your flute in his hands. He’s too reckless, and you have a feeling he won’t listen to you if you tell him to be careful.

It strangely feels like it’s the intention.

“Figured what out?” You cautiously ask. Izuku doesn’t feel like the companion you trained all those years ago. He feels more than that. Bigger.

It scares you.

“It was the Lunar God. The one who gifted you.” Izuku says, his eyes trail up to the sky. There’s nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.

“You never let me visit on days there’s no moon. You don’t have power on those days,” He looks down at the flute, “Neither does this.”

“Izuku,” You feel like you’re begging but you don’t know why, “Izuku what are you doing?”

His eyes are softer, like he believes his own words, rather than your tearful ones. You suddenly realize the forest wasn’t crying for you to come and save it.

It was crying for you to run and save yourself.

“Don’t you get it?” He says, “I’m saving you.”

There’s a crack. And you don’t have the courage to keep staring as he drops the instrument to the floor. There’s two distinct clatters, and you know it’s over.

You can feel it. All of it, lifting from your skin. Your tether to the moon is disappearing. Your power is returning to someone who once gave it to you with a smile. The voices of the forest are growing weaker and weaker and weaker.

Then you stop hearing it entirely.

You sink to the floor, no longer someone with a god’s gift, just you.

Just Izuku’s.

He’s quick to retrieve his prize, following you to the floor of a temple that you once owned. His hands rub your back in a soothing gesture that lacks the intent, just the greed.

“You’ll be okay,” He’s murmuring, “I’ll take care of you now.”

He’s humming, just barely over your hushed sobs.

“All you ever need, is me.”

Izuku draws you into a hug, and you suddenly feel very foolish.

Despite all the years you’ve lived, you were simply a mere human.

Who were you, to play God?

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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2. Meant to Be (Midoriya x Reader Week)

Reader is gender neutral in this one.

Yandere

He will find you and he will have you, no hero will stop him, because the two of you are just meant to be.

Warning: This one isn't cute. Blood! (not the sexy kind), destruction, injured proheroes, nonconsensual drugging.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You couldn’t afford to slow down. He was right behind you and any sign of weakness or any fault like a trip or show of hesitation would lead to you being in his clutches. You could not let that happen. Only God knows what would happen if he caught you.

You tried to fight the tears remembering all your friends that tried to stand in the path of him. You fought down a hiccup and sob.

“Shoto is down. I repeat, Shoto is down. Chargebolt’s squad has fallen and Dynamight is currently going against the villain. Get Y/N to safety immediately!” You heard Kirishima and Tetsutetsu’s comms communicate to the both of them as you stood in one of the hero’s office doorway. They both stood in the hallway, their backs towards you as they listened to instructions from the Heroes Commission.

You stepped forward, instantly catching Kirishima’s attention. He turned to look back at you but instead of fear on his face, he gave you a positive smile, yet you knew he was faking it. Painfully so. “Hey there darling. Looks like we’re going on another trip.” He told you gently walking over towards you.

You looked over to Tetsutetsu, his face unreadable. You turned to look back up at Kirishima worried. “What about Real Steel?” You asked glancing back at Tetsutetsu.

Kirishima smiled. “He’ll join us soon, okay. We’ll have to go first.” He told you placing his hands on your shoulders. You opened your mouth to speak but then you heard a loud explosion nearby. Kirishima automatically put you behind him as he looked down the hallway where Tetsutetsu was already looking.

“Red Riot.” He said with a determined face.

Kirishima nodded. “On it.” He picked you up in a haste and held you wrapped up in his arms as he ran down the hall. His grip on you was firm and tight as he kept you to his chest, making sure to keep your head against his chest so that you could only look in front of you and not see what was going on behind you. Your heart was jumping in your throat and everything seemed like it was shattering. Kirishima ran down the hallway turning efficiently and quickly. He couldn’t afford to waste even a second. A single error and the mission would be a failure. He couldn’t let it be a failure. Kirishima’s face was set in determination and seriousness as he navigated the labyrinth that was the underground floor of the commission building.

Suddenly the lights switched off making you hold onto Kirishima tighter. It wasn’t longer than a second before the emergency red lights were turned on. Kirishima didn’t stop running. The alarm seemed so far away yet it blared through the halls as Kirishima tried to get to the other side of the commission building.

“Dynamight is down! Repeat, Dynamight is down.” Kirishima couldn’t stop running, even though his grip on you tightened and his thoughts were screaming at him to make sure Bakugou was alive he couldn’t. “The villain has entered the lower level. I repeat, he has entered the lower level.” The voice of the operator spoke shakily.

Kirishima felt a shake underneath his feet but didn’t lose his balance. He saw the elevator that led to the upper level. It’s red light almost a beacon of hope that maybe this all wouldn’t be for nothing. Maybe the sacrifices made would not be in vain. Kirishima stopped as he pressed the up button for the elevator. Then the hairs on the back of his neck started to tingle, like when Denki would use his powers not too far away from him. Electricity. He was coming.

Kirishima placed you on your feet. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked down at you seriously. “Y/N, listen to me.” He spoke clearly as he crouched down to look you dead in the eye.

You looked down the hall to the end of it feeling as though something was wrong. “Eijiro, I-”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but there’s no time.” He interrupted you. “I need you to go up this elevator to the ground floor, out the back door and run. I need you to run and never stop fighting.” He told you, his eyes looking deeply into yours. “You won’t stop no matter if your body tells you to. Your legs will burn, your lungs will feel like they are going to burst, your throat will dry up and you will feel as though you are going to fall and if you do, you get up and you continue running. You don’t stop until you reach Endeavor and his team down 48th, do you understand me?” He asked you sternly. You had never felt so intimidated by him before. You nodded your head as tears sprung to your eyes. His shoulders dropped slightly. The elevator door opened, and he quickly pushed you inside. He tapped the ground level button for you.

You looked out into the hallway and froze. Your breath trapped in your throat as you looked down the hallway. Kirishima turned around when he noticed your expression. His own facial expression darkened as he looked over at the villain in front of him. Green electricity sparked over the villains body as he stood at the end of the hall motionless. Blood dripped down his hands and arms as he looked over at the both of you.

Kirishima exited the elevator and walked to stand defensively. He hardened his arms as he glared in front of him, his eyes trained on the man in front of him. The elevator doors started to close. “Remember what I told you, Y/N.” He voiced out to you without turning back.

“Eijiro!” You managed to croak out scared. He didn’t turn around to face you as he kept his attention on the man at the end of the hall. As the elevator doors started to finally shut, you saw it, the flash of green as it blazed towards the sturdy hero. “Eijiro!” You shouted as the elevator closed just in time before you could see anything happen. Only a loud crash shaking the elevator as it continued to climb up.

Your legs pushed you harder down the hallway away from the elevator. You had to keep on going. You couldn’t let this all be for nothing. Their sacrifices for you, all be for nothing. You pushed your legs impossibly harder. Your lungs felt as though they were going to burst, and you couldn’t gasp enough oxygen into your lungs.

Seeing the exit door in front of you, you smiled with some hope. Your body slammed into the door as to not slow down. You pushed down hard on the door handle to let you through, but nothing happened. You tried again harder, but it didn’t seem to work. You looked down at the handle and froze. It was melted. The whole lining of the door was molten shut.

“Oh doll…”

A chill ran down your spine at the sound of the voice behind you. He had found you. He could see you. You were trapped and there was no way to get out. You slowly turned your head back in terror as you looked back at him. The man they tried so hard to keep away from you. The green haired man walked slowly towards you and your cornered state. The only sound in the silent hallway was the sound of his haunting bloody shoes as he moved one step at a time closer to you. His arms and legs were drenched in blood, his face speckled with it. His green glowing eyes were the only bright thing in the dark red lit corridors of the hero commissions headquarters building.

A smile was on his face. “I came to fetch you.” He spoke optimistically. “We can finally go home, doll. You and me. Together. Like we were meant to be.”

You kept your back to the molten door, determined not to cry but finding it so hard to do so. You were freaking out, your heart beating out of your chest, and you felt closed in, claustrophobic. “No, no, no, no…” You repeated as you whispered, looking around trying to find a way to get out of this situation. There was nothing. No other doors, no other way to get out or escape that wasn’t through him and you already knew, if it was between him and you, you might as well walk yourself to your grave.

“We can finally be together without all those stuffy heroes getting in the way.” He slowly inched closer to you, step by step. “All those lovely heroes you called friends, all those I used to know; they won’t be bothering us for a long time.” He giggled, his smile broadening psychotically. “You wanna know what I did to them?” He asked almost excited to tell you. As if it was the most anticipated news to be heard.

You crouched down to the floor closing your ears hoping not to hear him. You shook your head. “No. Please, stop.” You begged him.

“I broke them, doll!” He told you excitedly, ignoring your pleas. You gasped out a sob as you tried not to listen to him. You shook your head. “Dynamight, Shoto, Cellophane, Burnin…” He listed the heroes. “Even that so called ‘Unbreakable Hero’ Red Riot.” He giggled out. “You’d be surprised how easy a stone can crumble.” He notified you.

For a moment you didn’t hear anymore talking to him. You wanted to wake up. You wanted this whole thing to be one big nightmare that you would wake up and realize you were fine. That your friends were fine. That everyone was fine.

Suddenly your chin was grasped harshly up, forcing you to move out of your crouched position. You bit down on your bottom lip to stop a whimper from escaping him. Izuku Midoriya looked at you with admiring eyes, his eyes eating you up. He smiled at the look on you. From your clothes to the fear on your face. “My, my, my…” He forced you up to your feet by holding you by the chin alone. You hissed in pain as you were forced up onto your toes as he tilted your head to the side. He hummed as he admired you. “Look at you, my precious dumpling.” He spoke softly. He took a knuckle and brushed it against the plush of your cheek. You closed your eyes as you trembled, the feeling of blood being smeared on your cheek disgusting you. “You look still as beautiful as ever.” He told you honestly. “Crafted especially for me, like you were meant to be.” His face faltered as he frowned, a glimmer of almost regret in his eyes. “I’m sorry to have to do this to you, my dumpling but…” suddenly you felt a prick in your neck making you hiss again. He had an given you a shot, and whatever it was, it must have worked efficiently because you already felt the warm burning feeling in the area he pushed the needle in. “It will make my job easier. Just so that I can help you.” You felt your body grow slack in his hold. He quickly caught you before you could fall. He carried you in his arms bridal style, your body relaxed and at his mercy. Midoriya smiled down at you. “Let get you back home.”

With that he turned around and walked down the hallway, his hold on you secure. He had a satisfied smile on his face. He was glad of all that he had achieved today. All the work and effort done by the league and him to get you back into his arms. It was all worth it. All of it would be, since he would have you. He would hold you and keep you safe away from all the heroes. He would have you by his side and that’s all he needed from anyone else.

After a while the two of you walked into the lobby. You couldn’t feel anything but you could see all the destruction and desecration left behind. Everything was a mess with shattered glass on the floor, pools of blood and the motionless, and if not, barely breathing bodies that accompanied them. You noticed forced up against the wall with a huge shard of glass in him was ProHero Shoto. He was breathing heavily as his eyes were closed. You couldn’t scream, you couldn’t cry out for anything. All you could do was helplessly watch at the massacre around you. Midoriya smiled as he hummed making his way to where the main doors to the building were supposed to be.

Then you saw him.

Dynamight.

The blond was slumped against a pile of rubble, his eyes unfocused and his chest breathing slowly. There was a huge cut to the side of his body, big and deep enough that you knew that the blood underneath him most definitely belonged to him. One of his legs looked broken. He had to keep a hand on his side to stop whatever the hell was pushing to get out of his body to stay inside. You wanted to call out to him. To scream for Bakugou to know that he shouldn’t worry about you, that he did his best, so that you could comfort him in the little ways you knew he needed it but you couldn’t even do anything above breathing.

Bakugou heard the sound of Midoriya’s shoes and looked up slowly at the green haired villain. Midoriya paused and turned to look at him. Bakugou opened his mouth to say something. To flip him off, to find out if he was actually holding you in his arms, to let him know that this wouldn’t be their last fight, but he couldn’t. He was fading, and he was fading fast. You watched as his crimson eyes rolled back. His eyes shut close as he leaned back against a slab of concrete breathing shallowly.

Midoriya frowned. “What a shame, he always used to have something to say in Middle school.” Midoriya turned his attention back in front of him. He looked down at you with a bright smile. “Lets go, Y/N. I have to show you all that you’ve missed out on.” He announced to you. His grip on you turned painful as he looked down at you as he stood in the doorway of the building. His eyes turned dark but not lustfully, not in adoration. For the first time since you had reunited you saw anger, almost disappointment in his eyes. He bent down closer to your face. “I hope you don’t think I won’t punish you for this.” You felt panic fill your body as your body was forced to be nonresponsive. “I mean, how could you do this to me dumpling? You ran away, when are meant to be together. I was meant to be yours, and you mine. I just don’t understand why you can’t see that.”

-Glitch1d

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sweets-yandere-lover · 2 years

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Yandere Deku Headcanons💚📗

He would have a lot of notebooks about you and your personal life(birthday, hobbies, family, friends, etc.) 📓

He would become so shy around you and nervous 😳

He is also a stalker type of yandere ( the notebooks)🔭

He would daydream about a life with you 💒👰🤵

Have a drawing with your guys initials inside of a big red heart❤

Steals some of your stuff (it starts out small thn gets bigger)✏

Will kill for you but only if he has to🔪

Will kidnap you (but after you trust him)⛓

Will guilt trip you into staying with him🥺

He will make other people hate you so you can't get help from anyone to leave him😠

Sorry it sucks this is my first time doing a Headcanon 😅

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ratsoks · 2 years

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Imagine reader and yandere Deku are finally getting married to each other. And suddenly during the wedding, an interruption happens, some random dude shows up saying how he is forcing her into this and it’s all messed up and doesn’t deserve her and offers to save her and tried to grab her hand to make a run for it. A classic run away wedding drama thing lol but It’s not the main character this time. How would he react to this less than pleasant interruption?

a/n ;; i’m so sorry this took so long :((

gender ;; fem presenting (reader wears dress), however no pronouns used

warnings ;; implied/referenced violence, possessiveness, blood, crying

word count ;; 297

he would laugh—laugh—at the pathetic attempt to take his beloved from him.

how could they even fathom the thought of taking you away?

you were his and his only.

besides, this was his dream wedding with his dream doll, and this bastard had the audacity to interrupt it?

he pretended to watch patiently while the dude talked his head off, rambling on and on about how deku was only using you, forcing you into the marriage, how the relationship wasn’t right, blah blah blah.

izuku almost fell on the floor from laughing when the guy offered to take you away from this mess. right in front of him, too!

he acted like he didn’t know deku had come prepared. he didn’t know there was a gun tucked into his suit, a knife cleverly concealed in his belt.

god, how fucking stupid could you get?

deku didn’t care that the loud gunshot made you cower and the guy’s body lay motionless on the ground, he cared that the bastard had the audacity to splatter his filthy blood all over your pretty clean dress. you had gotten all dolled up for this special event, his special event, and now he had ruined your dress.

stupid bitch.

you were crying and shaking, and midoriya immediately took the opportunity to comfort you, pulling you into his arms even as you struggled to check on the man.

he wouldn’t let you.

not when he was the only one you were supposed to love.

(there was a reason you had no family members left, no friends or schoolmates remaining. there was a reason you didn’t work. there was a reason you weren’t allowed to have any entertainment other than sitting with him. entertaining him.)

you wouldn’t be leaving izuku midoriya on his watch.

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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Yandere Aizawa and Izuku with a gn darling who can turn into a house cat

Request(ed?): Yes! – could I have aizawa-chan and izuku-chan with the reader who can turn into a house cat with their quirk? Plus they love to lay on their lap :3. Thanks! (hc please!) — requested by anonymous.

Warnings: Yandere behavior.

Authors note: Thank you for requesting! Stay well 💕

Sorry this isn't the best! This was hurried ;(

Eraserhead / Shota Aizawa:

Shota thinks it's so adorable!!

Whenever you're in the cat form, he has no self-control and starts petting you as he does with the other felines in the house.

If you decide to change into it while sleeping or laying on the couch, he will grab you, petting you very gently while cooing at how soft your fur is.

He's decided to buy a bunch more cat trees for you, specifically one in the bedroom if and when you change.

Never and less, he absolutely adores how you change into a cat; rubbing his legs while purring to get his attention.

Speaking of purring, if you are on his lap and decide to purr, he'll just start laughing while petting your chin more: "Aw, does someone like scratches?"

Deku / Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku definitely loves your cat form!!

He practically begs for you to lay on his chest, wanting to hear you purr while he kisses your head.

Whenever you meow at his feet, he will drop everything and pet you; making sure to coo how of a pretty baby you are.

As much as he loves you... please do not leave any dead animals in front of him; he's worried about you getting sick.

If and when you do change when the two of you are sleeping, expect to be woken up with him 'awning' and peppering your face with kisses; making sure to secretly take pictures of you.

There's sooo many cat toys, trees, and snacks for you; specifically one in his home office and bedroom. If you decide to use of of them, he will literally cry of happiness.

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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Bounce

Platonic!Yandere!EareserMic/Todoroki/Bakugo!Family x reader (GN) + Platonic!Yandere!LoV x reader (GN)

Summary: Trying to juggle hero class, very protective classmates along with their families which included multiple pro-heroes and your teachers who seemed to be incredibly extra attentive around you was hard enough - but at least they seemed to keep each other in check so that you were able to live on kind of normally, while being bounced around between them. Hopefully, no one comes around and ruins that delicate harmony...

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Yandere, Dark content, kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of planning a murder, violence, swearing (thanks to Bakugo), Obsessive behaviour, I do not condone this, this is all fiction, tell me if I missed something - also this is not proofread so there's probably a lot of mistakes that I'll fix sometimes in the future

Ever since you've started attending U.A., your life has become incredibly exhausting. Now, one would think 'Of course attending the top pro-hero school in the country would be exhausting, what did you expect? A walk in the park? Idiot.', but to this person you'd say that they were right. You hadn't expected U.A. to be easy, you really would have to have been stupid to do so, but the actual school wasn't the problem. Sure, classes were challenging sometimes and the training was working you to the bone some days, but you were able to live with that - after all, you had known that it would be hard when you had signed up for it, but what you hadn't known was that you'd somehow become the pet project for not one, not two, not three, but four pro-heroes, three hero-students and two overprotective suburban moms.

When you had started school, you had expected to kind of merge with the masses. After all, your quirk wasn't really anything flashy, your family didn't include any famous heroes or rich business moguls, and you weren't one to thrive with attention directed at you. Now as someone who joined the school later in the semester for personal reasons, you knew there would be some spotlight on you for a few weeks, but you also thought that there'd already be established friend groups and connections, so once the natural curiosity of a bunch of teens was satiated, you'd be able to just go the rest of your school days in peace and quite on your own. So imagine your surprise when after an entire month of being in class 1-A, the three most popular (and probably most promising) students of the class seemed to be glued to your side, and along with them their respective friends.

Izuku, you learned after a few days, was the kind of person who was probably predetermined to make friends with any new person he met, as he even tried to be friends with the boy who bullied him relentlessly - but with you, he seemed to drive that up a notch. He was interested in literally every word you said, started to have what seemed to be an entire chapter dedicated just to you in his notebook and soon that escalated to what seemed to be an entirely separate book just for information about you. But Izuku was a little weird in the very best way possible, so you didn't mind too much, he was funny and tried to respect your personal space and need for alone time - even though he seemed to think alone time meant that he was just sitting silently beside you while you were allowed to do something you usually would do completely alone, like writing in your diary or calling your parents. Honestly, you were surprised that he let you go on the toilet alone (even though on some days the second you went out to leave for the bathroom, someone from his friend group or he suddenly seemed to need to use the bathroom as well.

Shotou surprised you with how clingy he seemed to be, after all, from what you had heard from people from other classes and from how he seemed the first time you had met him he wasn't really the most sociable person. As far as you knew, he was only part of a friend group because Izuku had latched onto him and had refused to let go until he had become one of his friends by association. So, again, it was quite surprising when he seemed to initiate interactions with you as often as possible, be it insisting that you studied with him, that you joined him while making dinner in the dorms, sitting down beside you during lunch, or just silently sitting in the corner of whatever room you happened to be with and staring. The last one was definitely creeping you out, but after Izuku had told you about all the horrible things that had happened to Shotou (later he would definitely deny any accusations of manipulating you into being more accepting of his friend's stranger behaviours) you felt too bad to confront him about it. Still, Shotou was a lot more up to your speed when it came to how calm and quiet he usually was, so you didn't have all that many complaints about his constant presence, especially since he and Izuku got along great which made hangouts mostly peaceful.

The same decidedly could not be said about Bakugo. Bakugo was a chaotic and destructive force to be reckoned with. He was brash, loud, opinionated and (sometimes) violent - basically, he was everything you usually tried to avoid. Bakugo did not like that - not one bit. He insisted that he was 'the best f**king person in this f**king place to hang out with and he was better than any of these sh**ty extras so you should be happy he even wanted to be your friend, now shut up and let him cook your favourite meal." It was safe to say that spending time with him was usually very stressful for you - at least when Izuku and Shotou were there, which was almost always because he could not hold back on insulting them, screaming that he was the only person who had any right to hang out with you and that he was more than enough to protect you - the question about what they thought you needed protection from was always more or less elegantly deflected. Curiously, it turned out that Bakugo was able to act very differently when it was just the two of you - he was still very brash and slightly aggressive, but he became a lot quieter, and a lot more thoughtful too. When it was just the two of you - for example after he picked you up like a sack of grain when the others were distracted (by his friends usually) and locked the two of you up in his room, he allowed you to quietly read a book or draw or do the things you usually didn't have the calm to do while he studied at his desk, insisting you make yourself comfortable in his bed wearing one of his jumpers.

You figured sooner or later your teachers would figure out what was going on and intervene, but your homeroom teacher especially seemed to go in a different direction. In fact, he seemed to support their friendship with you - telling you that they were the best suited in class to protect you when he wasn't around (again, no explanation as to what you'd need protection from). He insisted that you spent at least one break every few days in class with him so he could 'supervise your progress and help you with especially difficult material', paid a lot more attention to you in class than anyone else, let you get away with forgetting homework or slacking off during training, always pair you up with someone who he'd knew wouldn't let you get hurt and who'd make sure you get a good grade, and you seemingly always got better grades than the students who did just about the exact same thing as you. Honestly, you didn't really have a reason to complain at first, but then the breaks spent with him turned into breaks spent with him and his husband Hizashi (sometimes joined by Shinsou who also seemed to be close to you whenever you left the classroom during breaks, but never really talked that much).

Now the three of them (along with their friends whom the three seemed to colour off on) and your teachers were already hard enough to handle, but they seemed to be happy as long as you spent the same amount of attention on all of them and didn't actively play favourites - even though they always insisted to be the favourite when talking to each other. This delicate alliance was broken though, when Izuku invited you to stay with his mother during an elongated weekend at home - and when he gave you his puppy eyes and let you listen in on a call with his mother where she sounded so incredibly excited at the prospect of her little boy bringing a friend home with him, you just couldn't say no. The weekend was actually very nice, his mother was such a kind woman and she treated you like her own child. Actually, she probably treated you better - she made sure everything was perfect for you, she only made your favourite foods (thanks to Izuku's intel), she made sure your bed was always fluffy, your room was always the ideal temperature, the shower in the guest bedroom always had the right water pressure, and everything the tree of you did was something that you'd enjoy. Sure, she could be a little overbearing, but given that your own family had never really cared about you that much it was really refreshing.

At least it was for the very first time, turns out being cared for 24/7 was a lot less refreshing when there were like a dozen people trying to do it at the same time. Given their rivalry, it was only natural that once Bakugo and Shotou (and Aizawa) found out about your little trip to Izuku's childhood home, they insisted that now you just had to come visit their families as well. And so you started being bounced from one family to the other. Gone were the weekends spent chilling in the dorms and getting to have at least some time to yourself, instead you rotated through four different homes - none of them yours, even though the families in them would vigorously insist that you were the most important 'resident' in it. And so you found yourself in the Bakugo residence, getting pampered by Misuki and Masaru, having your clothing thrown away and replaced by custom-made ones by them, and getting to enjoy being around the (slightly) calmer version of Katsuki.

Or you found yourself in the Todoroki's house, surrounded by his siblings and his parents - his mother seemingly wanting to forget that you were not her child as she treated you like one of her own, even insisting on you letting her or Enji tuck you in no matter how often you tried to tell them that you were actually not a child anymore (not that they wanted to hear that). Enji wasn't home a lot, but he made an attempt to be home as often as he could when he knew you'd be there, causing a vague tension between his family, but no one wanted to say it out loud since you actually enjoyed when he was there (since he not only spoilt you, not shying away from any expense but since he was also the one who was most likely to let you trips with his family - the others preferring to keep you all to themselves inside) and he sometimes brought Hawks along who always made sure you had a fun time since he kind of took on the role of a cool uncle.

The family that was probably most up your lane was the family of your teachers. Aizawa and Yamada cancelled each other's energy out for the most part, so it actually felt like spending time with a normal family, not to mention that their little daughter Eri had really grown on you, insisting that you were her younger sister (you didn't bother to correct her after the first few times, assuming that she was just using the logic a little child would use) and their son Shinsou would usually help you out whenever you needed some alone time by agreeing to play with Eri for half an hour if you agreed that you'd cuddle with him and the family's cats and kittens later - honestly you saw it as a win-win.

With all of these people wanting you to pay attention to them or wanting you to spend time with you all the time, it was no wonder that you were exhausted, but honestly, you were just happy that they got along fine enough to accept the 'schedule' and routine that had arisen from the chaos because you had overheard them talking about just how willing they were to go probably too far to keep you around. Usually, you'd probably gone to the police the moment you first heard Bakugo threaten Shinsou that he'd blow up his cat if one of them ever scratched you or when you heard Hawks and Enji talk about how they'd be able to permanently incapacitate Aizawa and Yamada if they ever needed to, but a) you were never alone, so when would you be able to and b) people tend not to believe that some of the most famous heroes and their children would ever be so obsessed with someone as unassuming as you. So, you just made do with the cards you had dealt to you, just happy about the little bit of free time and privacy you had left.

While you were so preoccupied with keeping these opposing forces at bay that you hadn't noticed some different, unknown, foreboding pairs of eyes on you whenever you were out in public. One Sunday evening in a nice restaurant as you spent the last of your weekend with Midorya, his mother, and All-might who had insisted on joining, to get to know his successor's new best friend and one of his favourite students better, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and when you came out of the stall, you felt a pinch in your neck and everything turned black.

When you woke up in a dingy bar surrounded by people you had seen only when they had tried to attack your school and kill your friends, with the girl you knew liked to stab people having you lie with your head in her lap as she brushed her hands through your hair - your hands were tied behind your back with silk so there was sadly not a lot you could do about it - and the guy who liked to burn everything around him insisting on covering you with enough blankets to keep you warm to make sure you wouldn't get sick while insulting everyone and everything around him. It was safe to say that you knew that should you get out of the League of Villains lair again, you could probably say goodbye to any time spent alone and most likely to any outing where there weren't at least two pro-heroes protecting you.

A/N: Day 9 of my Yandere Writetober, Special thanks to @sol565 for the inspiration for this story, without them, I would probably not have been able to write what turned out to be the longest story on this blog so far and I really enjoyed writing it so lots of love and lots of thanks ❤️❤️❤️ Tomorrow's word is 'Fortune'

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derpy-dogs-n-cats · 3 months

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Longing

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Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Somewhat suggestive themes.

Summary: After keeping your feelings quiet for so long for the sake of others, a breaking point is finally found.

W/C: 2.1k+

“The thing is, recently, my heart’s been all stirred up about something.” You hear an all too familiar voice say as you exit the kitchen with your bottle of water in hand. “It’s love!” Another of your classmates yells, having you stopping in your tracks with your eyes setting on the sight taking place in the living room of the dorms. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?! GLOVE?! SHOVE?! DOVE?! I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE, WHAT’S THAT?!” Uraraka shouts while waving her hands frantically.

“Who is it? Midoriya or Iida? You’re always hanging out with those two boys.” Mina continues to press all while you clench your teeth. “You’ve got it all wrong!” Uraraka denies while covering her face with her hands, resulting in her accidentally activating her quirk on herself and floating to the ceiling with what little of her cheeks she’s unable to cover being overly red, the sight having you knitting your brows in frustration.

This isn’t the first time her crush on Izuku was called out, nor is it the first time that you’re forced to swallow your words, having them burning at your throat like bile threatening to rise. You can’t even recall the last time you actually felt comfortable in your group of so called friends, having been put through too many conversations encouraging Uraraka with her crush on the sunshine classmate yet none to you.

They’ve all been too busy lending their support to her crush that she’s not even willing to admit yet is still willing to get possessive and jealous over, too busy to notice you looking at him similarly, too busy to notice that you were the first one to actually like him and get close to him. But it doesn’t matter that you’ve liked him for longer, because they’ve only known of Uraraka’s crush on Izuku, so if you were to say anything of your own crush of him…

So instead, you’re stuck unable to act on your feelings for him as to not have your ‘friends’ glare daggers at you, and have to leave it to someone who doesn’t even have the guts to admit her crush to her friends, let alone to the one she likes. You grip the bottle in your shaky hand and walk to the entrance of the dorms, wanting to leave the building for some fresh air instead. After shutting the door behind you, your ears fill with the sound of crickets instead, soon followed by a long sigh slowly leaving your mouth.

You move to sit at the steps that lead to the entrance while you unscrew the cap of the bottle, bringing it to your parted lips just as you’re about to sit only to once again stop in your tracks. “That’s not it, Iida looked different; bent his back I think. He’s so flexible, I can see his shape in my head…” Your eyes trail to Izuku on his knees bent over some of his notes and take notice of the thin layer of sweat coating him, no doubt having been practicing his moves.

“Hey.” You call out to him with your arm stretched towards him, offering him your water. His face immediately brightens from the neutral expression as soon as he sees you and stands on his feet to rush over to you and take the bottle. “Thank you so much.” He smiles at you with rosy cheeks, probably from the workout, and then downing almost the entire bottle, unknowingly giving you a show in a perfect side angle of his adam’s apple smoothly bobbing up and down.

Izuku finally brings the bottle back down and takes in a deep breath followed by a small awkward chuckle at how you just witnessed him almost choking by depriving himself of air in favor of water. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes with his blush deepening a few shades. “It’s okay, don’t-” You clear your throat. “Don’t worry about it.” You assure, averting your eyes to try and compose yourself after the front row seat of the show he just gave you.

“Oh, are you thirsty? There’s still some left.” He offers you back the bottle with innocent eyes, the blush on his cheeks fading away. “No- it’s okay, I just… thought you were thirsty, so I gave you the water.” You wave your hand dismissively. “It was… yours?” He asks. “Yea- don’t think about it too hard, I can just go get another one.” You try to assure him with a smile, starting to turn around. “No!” He blurts out, startling you.

“I mean, this was your bottle first and there’s still some left.” He looks away almost shyly while offering you back the bottle with about a quarter of water left as his cheeks start to feel warm again. You stare at the bottle briefly and look back at Izuku and take in his nervous form, seeing how he averts his eyes with pink cheeks, fiddles with his shirt with his empty hand and ever so slightly traces his shoe along the ground and suddenly, something buried deep beneath you finally takes hold.

You grab the bottle with confidence, something that has Izuku looking at you again, and bring it to your lips, tilting your head back with the same side angle he gave you and stare him down for a few seconds as you drink the water before closing your eyes and drinking the last of the water, taking in the taste of the last thing he ate, the piece of mint chocolate he had after dinner, the same mint he’s been having every day for the past few days now leaving a fresh taste on your tongue.

Finally, you bring the bottle back down and forward it to him with your face in a neutral expression aside from the way one of your brows is lightly raised with the corner of your lips ever so slightly turned upwards as if daring him to take it back. Izuku looks at you with his eyes faintly widened, a look in the emerald irises that you can’t quite recognize. “Do you…” He pauses in a low voice that contrasts his usually higher-pitched and softer voice.

“Want to… drink more water?” He suggests, his voice remaining low in an alluring tone, his half-lidded eyes staring deeply into yours, and if it weren’t for how warm you felt inside, you’d find his supposed double-meaning line funny rather than arousing. “Yeah…” The word leaves you in a breathy manner. “Wait, you have some…” His hand slowly reaches forward and holds the side of your face, his thumb touching the corner of your lips and smearing a drop of water along your skin before wiping it off.

He leaves his hand on your cheek and then slowly brings his other one to your other cheek, holding your face gently in his rough hands without breaking his gaze from you. “Don’t move.” He whispers, his face closing in on yours. You stare back at his eyes which seem darker than usual and let him lean in closer until his nose touches yours, your eyes barely open, and until he pulls you in with his hands to press his lips deeply into yours.

You breathe out a startled gasp at what you thought would be a soft gentle kiss instead being a deep one filled with an underlying passion heavier than you initially thought. While Izuku’s eyes easily fall shut into the kiss, yours get blown wide open at the unexpected roughness of the kiss, one of your hands reaching to the front of his shoulder to push lightly away only for one of his hands to immediately leave your face and grip at your wrist firmly, keeping you from pushing him away.

As if understanding the reason behind your startled reaction, he slows down the kiss but remains on the same level of passion as he continues to press his lips as deeply into yours, only slowing his movements enough for you to keep up. The slower pace helps lull you to a sense of comfort and eases you enough to have your eyes fluttering shut and start to move your lips along his, your softer movements contrasting his rougher ones, his own seeming almost desperate.

The hand holding at your wrist loosens its grip and slowly drags yours up to his face with you starting to catch up to his pace, your other hand rushing to wrap your arm around the expanse of his shoulders and pull him deeper in the kiss with your hand on the side of his jaw. Instinctively, his own hands waste no time rearranging themselves with one setting at the back of your head and his other arm wrapping around you, forearm pressed along the length of your back with his hand pressed against your upper back.

While he pulls your entire body into his, he fails to fight the urge to grip the back of your shirt in his rough hand, desperately wanting to feel the skin hiding beneath the cloth. As your lips continue to mesh together, you return the same desperate feeling by gripping at the back of his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles under the shirt urging you to further explore him.

You give in to the temptation and let your hand travel back along his shoulders, the back of his neck, and then over his front as you kiss, at this point both of you are breathing heavily into the kiss against each other, not wanting to break apart even to steady your breaths. With your hand pressed on his chest, feeling the muscle hiding under his shirt, the warmth in his chest reaches a scalding temperature that spreads throughout his body until it grows too scorching to handle.

The hand on your back leaves to your arm that keeps your hand pressed on his chest, pleased to feel your body remaining close to his of his own free will. You feel his hand give your arm a small squeeze before releasing it and following its length with his fingers just barely brushing along your skin, the feather-light grazing giving you goosebumps until his hand reaches your wrist once again, taking hold of it much more gently than last time in a silent cue to signal your departure.

Izuku finally breaks the kiss with a moan and pulls back, only enough to still have his lips skimming against yours as you rest your foreheads against each other. Your eyes open to gaze into one another briefly before closing again, instead focusing on catching your breaths, feeling your hot breaths colliding in small pants with his thumb tracing small patterns along the underside of your wrist, tenderly pressing over your fast pulse and giving a reassuring squeeze as if to help gently bring you back down from the kiss.

Your eyes part open to find his already staring at you with half-lidded eyes and seeing someone other than the shy skittish boy you’d grown used to seeing, instead, seeing a confident young man staring back at you. “Where did you learn how to kiss like that?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper to which he lets out a small breathy chuckle. “You know me… I just study a lot.” He smiles, the dark look in his eyes having faded away to a more tender one.

You smile at him in amusement with an airy chuckle of your own leaving you, not knowing if to assume him having read up on how to kiss or having seen others do so. “I haven’t kissed anyone else, if that’s what your wondering…” He says in a somewhat hopeful manner, unbeknownst to you how he hoped you having wanted to be his first kiss, and how he hopes to have been your first as well. “I…” You speak while pulling away enough to look at him properly, the smile on your face suddenly fading away.

Izuku’s smile falters after yours, taking in your line of sight set on something off to the side behind him and turning around to follow it, his eyes falling on the group of girls staring through the window with horror in their eyes as if offended at what just took place. His gaze shifts over to Mina holding a teary Uraraka and the way he feels you rip away from his hands pulls him back to reality.

Turning back around to you, he barely has time to register you running away from him. “No! Wait!” He shouts for you, voice back in his higher pitched tone and arms instinctively reaching out for you, seeing you disappear in the trees that surround the dorms, his body freezing in place with his arms staying open for you. “Please.” He utters, his vision starting to water with his hand trembling.

“Don’t leave me.”

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frickingnerd · 5 months

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yandere izuku with a bullied darling

pairing: izuku midoriya / deku x gn!reader

tags: mentions of izuku kidnapping, torturing & murdering your bullies, izuku commiting some crimes, overprotective izuku, revenge, comfort

izuku knew very well how it felt to be bullied, especially by someone you once trusted so well

so when your former friends started to treat you like an outcast and were talking badly about you behind your back, he knew he had to do something!

izuku started to spend more time with you, to help cheer you up a little

you appreciated that at least someone was there for you, after all your supposed friends had left you

but while izuku started to spend more time with you, trying to get you to ignore your bullies, he had other plans in mind as well

he started to spread rumors about your bullies online, but that was just the first small step in his plan

the next thing he did was sneak a few things into their lockers that didn't belong to them – weed, test results, their classmates and teachers belongings

one after another they were kicked from school after the teachers found those things in their lockers

but just getting them away from you wasn't enough for izuku! no, they had to suffer even more!

after all they had done to you, he couldn't just make things even. he wanted to destroy them!

the last step was the most extreme one: kidnapping and killing!

the ones that had bullied you the worst got tortured and then killed, while the ones that were mostly just watching silently as you got bullied got into accidents that only left them injured for a few weeks

people started to pick up on the connection, that everyone who had hurt you got hurt in return, but nobody dared to say a word

there were a few whispers and rumors, that you had someone looking out for you, but nobody ever suspected the sweet and nerdy izuku to be that person…

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mango-bango-bby · 10 months

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Could I request platonic dads Izuku and Shoto taking their toddler out for to the park and get’s caught by one of their fans?

♡ Playground ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, characters are aged up, platonic yandere, TodoDeku, parents TodoDeku, toddler!reader, mentions of paparazzi

Summary: Your fathers did their best to keep you hidden from the public but this goes south when a fan recognizes them (Platonic!Yan!Izuku x GN!toodler!reader x Platonic!Yan!Todoroki)

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You loved the park. You lit up at even the idea of going down to the park. You loved the slides, trying to climb up the small rock wall, and your favorite was the swings! Your dads never objected to this though, usually taking days off when the other was working to be with you. Your dads loved taking you to the park though, they loved how you smiled as you played.

Shoto and Izuku sit on a nearby bench watching you collect leaves from the ground in your hands. You run over to your dads, immediately handing off your pile of leaves to Izuku.

“Why, thank you” He chuckles watching you run back onto the playground. “More?” You ask, leaning down to grab more. “No, sweetie, I have enough leaves” He laughs watching you walk over to the slide before pointing up at it.

Shoto gets up, going over to place you on the slide. You were still too young to climb up the ladder onto the slide. “You want papa to catch you?” He asks, placing you at the top of the slide.

They caught you as you got to the end of the slide as they were worried about you landing in the wood chips and accidentally hurting yourself.

You hum, before sliding down giggling as you do so before Izuku catches you. “Shoto?” A girl in her teens calls out, two friends with her. They thought they could let down their guard a bit as the playground was secluded but it seems not. He turns around to face them, Izuku holding you, keeping your face against his shoulder as he leaves to go to the car.

“It’s really you. Can we get a picture?” She asks, star struck by seeing a top pro-hero in real life. “Not today, it’s a bad time” He says flatly, he was never one to be incredibly welcoming to fans. Especially outside of his hours.

Luckily Izuku pulled up at the right time, you peaking up to the window from your car seat. You almost threw a fit about having to leave the park so suddenly but Izuku promised you ice cream. “Uhm, have a nice day” Shoto says to the fans before leaving to get into the car.

They were very serious about protecting your identity so they couldn’t believe they weren’t more careful even if the playground was quiet and secluded. You peak up at the window, waving at the fans as Izuku drives off.

They only hoped that they wouldn’t talk about seeing you with other people. They had seen rumors like that lead to paparazzi being involved and interview questions about their home lifes with other heros.

Perhaps they should get you a playground or play set for the yard, then you would be safer.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: I haven’t written for platonic TodoDeku yet so I’m very excited!! I hope you like this, I think it’s pretty cute 🥺🥺 They’d definitely be great dads, even if very protective!)

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#soft yandere #yandere bnha #platonic yandere #yandere todoroki #platonic yandere todoroki #platonic yandere Shoto #yandere shoto x reader #yandere izuku #platonic yandere Izuku #yandere midoriya #platonic yandere midoriya #platonic yandere tododeku #yandere tododeku

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down-in-devildom · 2 years

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Corn Fields

Yandere!Midoriya x GN!reader

Warnings: referenced panic attacks, bodily harm, corn fields

The countryside was supposed to be good for you or whatever. Your psychologist said so, at least. You had been suffering from panic attacks for the last few years, ever since you left home ,and it seems like they kept getting worse by the month. Now, you wouldn’t normally have considered moving to the middle of nowhere to help ‘calm your nerves’ as your psychologist put it, but you felt like you needed to do something for yourself if you were going to get better. And, to a certain point, your psychologist was right.

Out in the countryside, there wasn’t really a lot of pressure to do anything on a deadline. The internet connection was abysmal at best so you weren’t glued to your phone doom scrolling, and the people were very nice and willing to help the poor city folk settle in. In fact, your next door neighbor, Midoriya Izuku, was the first person to welcome you into town when your moving truck pulled up and has been a tremendous help ever since.

With his unruly green mop of hair and freckles that littered his face and tanned arms, he was the picture of a country man. His smile was always so bright and laugh clear as the spring rain, it was a true experience every time it was directed at you. And his body. Now, the guy wasn’t all that tall in his own right but he was quite built from working on his mother’s farm for most of his life and even the scars that ran up and down his arms just made him all the more attractive. And his eyes were so clear and shined like emeralds. You felt like you could get lost in them and his warmth.

You always felt like your heart was a little off rhythm whenever he would come over to repair your shutters or patch up your fence. It wasn’t that hard to say that Midoriya made life in the country more bearable. He was like your own personal handyman and would check up on you frequently to make sure you wanted for nothing. With how much he tried to spoil you, it was no wonder that you couldn’t stop thinking about him whenever you found your thoughts straying.

You shake your head to help you stop staring at the sprouting corn fields across the dirt road and look down at the slice of fruit in your hand. You are sitting on your front porch, eating a watermelon that Midoriya brought over for you yesterday, when you see a lone figure cycling up your gravel driveway. Speak of the devil.

You stand up from your chair and wave at the man. He notices you waving and waves back with twice as much excitement. He just about tips over the bike that he is riding in his enthusiasm and you can’t help but laugh when he dismounts his ride and makes his way over to you. He looks a bit embarrassed, if the blush painting his cheeks and the hand rubbing the back of his head was anything to go by, but he still managed to give you a sweet smile.

“H-hey neighbor,” he greets when he is standing in front of you. You notice that Midoriya is wearing his usual tattered yellow backpack. He must have come over to finish working on the locks on the back door. Midoriya was kind enough to offer to fix a lot of things around the house, including stuff that really wasn’t a top priority, but you didn’t mind. It gave you both more time to chat well into the night, when only the sound of crickets and the light of fireflies were around to listen to your banter.

“Thank you for always taking time out of your schedule to come help me, Midoriya. I feel a bit bad for always pulling you away from your work. I wouldn’t know how to begin tackling everything that needed to be done around this place.”

“No worries! I am always willing to lend a hand! We are going to be seeing a lot of each other after all.” Midoriya gives you his signature smile and you can’t help but return it tenfold.

You soon are ushering him through your house to the back mud room where the broken door resided. Sometime last week or so, you were turning the knob to let some evening breeze flow through the place, when the old thing seemed to just come apart in your hand. Not just you pulling the handle off but even the locking mechanisms came off and there was a nice little hole where you can see into your open backyard, lined with corn fields in the distance. You didn’t find it too weird, the house was pretty old, but it was a bit funny how the doorknob just seemed to disassemble so easily.

“Here is the culprit,” you joke while gesturing to the door knob pieces laying on the ground in front of the door. Midoriya gives a very faint chuckle before bending down to get to work.

“You know, if you need anything else done around the place today, I’m all yours. I don’t really have much I need to finish up around my mother’s farm at the moment.”

“Oh, I don’t want to keep you!,” you exclaimed. You love having Midoriya around to help you and just spend time around, but you feel as if maybe you are starting to keep him from working on his own land. You don’t grow anything or have livestock so it isn’t like you had many pressing matters to attend to.

“Not at all,” Midoriya says after a short pause. He is busy fiddling with the door pieces in his hand again, seemingly in deep thought before he speaks again. “I don’t know if you have made a trip into town recently, but there was word going around that some teens have been up to no good in the corn fields. Mostly smoking and drinking but they can potentially start a fire out there if they continue to be so careless.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t been into town. That sounds like it would be a pain if they ended up scorching the fields around this place!”

“Yeah, but at least it is summer so the brush isn’t all that dry yet. If, uh, you see or hear anything strange close to your house, would you feel comfortable scaring the kids away? Not that I’m asking you to go too deep! I don’t want you to get lost in there or put yourself in danger! Not that I think you can’t handle yourself. I feel like you are a very capable person. I don’t mean to offend at all. I just want to mak-”

You laugh and that seems to cut off Midoriya’s rambling. He is looking at you with a blush on his cheeks.

“I am not offended, promise. I’ll keep a look out for the punks if I happen to see anything suspicious.” Midoriya gives you a grin before turning back to locks and finishing them up. In the meantime, you fix both of you an easy lunch before sending him on his way to his own farm.

The rest of the day goes by slowly but it is still relaxing. You had sat down on your front porch again while you typed up a manuscript to mail to your editor and seemed to lose track of time. It was very late into the night when your stomach seemed to finally be able to pull you from your work. You set your laptop to the side and stand up from your chair to stretch. The cracking of the bones in your back was equal parts satisfying and concerning. Once done, you do a casual sweep of your eyes across the dirt road to the corn field. All seemed quiet as usual and you are about to pack up to head inside, when you see a faint bit of smoke a bit of distance into the bush.

Oh jeez. Did you really have to try to put out a fire in the middle of the night? Luckily, the smoke rising up appeared small so you rushed to the side of your house to pick a pail and fill it with water with the outdoor spigot. You then start down your gravel driveway and into the fields as fast as possible. If you are lucky, you wouldn’t have to make a second trip or use your landline to call for help.

The moon is bright and lights your way, but you quickly realize once among the tall stalks, you probably should have grabbed a flashlight. Oh well. You start pushing your way to where you feel like you last saw the smoke rising. The corn leaves were quick to smack you at any chance they got and made you a bit disoriented with how hard it was for you to see in front of you. You find your little fire soon enough and douse it with water. The thing was still small enough that you could get most of it extinguished with one pail and stomp out the rest of the embers.

Once done, you look around and notice a few things that seem off. One: you don’t see an offending cigarette anywhere nor all that many signs of people being around recently. Two: the fire itself was fairly contained. There wasn’t all that much fallen brush around it to allow for it to spread. And, finally, the most chilling aspect of everything, you feel that you can’t hear any of the crickets that were normally active at this time of night. You shallow hard and start making your way back in the direction of your house.

As you start to walk, you notice that you went farther inside than you originally thought. You just hope you are heading in the right direction at this point. Somewhere along the way, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Are you being watched? You sure hope not. You only have a pail as a weapon if one of those rowdy teens tries to start something.

Soon, you hear it. Footsteps. And they seem to be getting closer.

“H-hello?” you call out into the surrounding corn fields. Nobody answers but the footsteps pause before starting up again, this time faster. You bolt.

You aren’t so sure why you are running but every fiber of your being is begging for you to get out of there. You try to throw the person in pursuit off your tracks by making random turns within the field, but you can’t seem to shake them. It was as if you were being hunted down and the other person knew exactly how to keep you in their sights.

In your haste, you fall and tumble onto the ground. You scramble to get up but at that point, it is too late. You feel a heavy weight settle onto your back and wrestle your arms to the side of your body, where they were trapped by muscular thighs. You start to feel your breath come in short succession but you can’t seem to get any air. You use the last of your breath to let out a cry for help but a scarred hand clamps firmly over your mouth.

“Shhh, shhh. I got you,” said your assailant. You can’t help but lock up all your muscles when you recognize the voice.

Midoriya.

You can feel the man shift above you but you are still firmly pinned to the ground. A stray tear rolls down your face and that seems to alarm Midoriya to your anguish.

“Oh, please don’t cry! I promise, I’m not trying to hurt you. Well, not more than absolutely necessary. Promise. I came to realize that maybe living out in the country was a bit hard for you. You seem to need help to fully be able to settle down here and I just want to make your life as comfortable and safe as possible. You didn’t even consider that maybe someone was trying to peek at you or break in through your back door! I mean, you weren’t in serious danger, it was just me, but still! I have been thinking and thinking and it occurred to me that what you needed was someone that can be there for you. Someone that can care for you. And, well, I like you. A lot! And I know you like me so, please, let me do this for you!”

Of course, even when Midoriya has you pinned to the ground and in distress, he finds time to ramble at you. Your head is spinning and it all feels so surreal. You don’t know what to think and there was a lot to process and not a lot of time.

You start to squirm and buck around, trying to dislodge the man, but it seems like that was a bad move. Midoriya shifts his weight so he has one knee directly in the small of your back and it allows him to have free range of motion with his other leg and his hands. He releases your mouth from his grasp but the air is being steadily pushed out of you and now you really can’t breathe. Your hands are scrambling against the dirt but you can’t move. Soon enough, Midoriya makes his intentions known.

You feel two calloused hands wrap around one of your ankles before a sickening twist and pop could be heard. You let out a silent scream with whatever little air you had left before the weight on your back disappears. You can’t do anything but draw in a deep breath of air before those hands return and are placed over your other ankle. You are sobbing at this point.

“Please, Midoriya,” you beg while looking straight into the never-ending corn fields ahead of you.

“I’m sorry. This is for your own good.”

Snap.

You scream once more and Midoriya reaches up to slowly rub little circles on your back to comfort you.

“Shhh, it is okay. This is a good thing, I promise. Now, you won’t feel like relying on me is a burden. I can be there for you and show you how much you mean to me. I’ll nurse you back to health and be there for you well beyond that as well, I promise you!”

You can’t help the tears that keep streaming down your face, scared about what is going to happen to you. Midoriya tries to scoops you off the ground to start carrying you to who knows where. You try to fight him off but he just grabs one of your broken ankles in a death grip. You scream out in pain and your vision blurs at the edges. When you look at him, the smile he gives you seems like it is just plastered on and his eyes have never looked so cold and steely.

“I don’t mind breaking a few more bones if it will make it easier for you to accept my help a lot faster.”

And with that, you are picked up and carried through the corn fields. Too afraid to fight and wondering what will become of you.

I promise you I don’t hate Midoriya

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Silly Darling

—£ Yan!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader x Yan!Ochako Uraraka.

—£ In this the reader is used as They/them. They also live in a apartment and work as a waiter/waitress.

—£ Warnings: Stalking, Killing, Knifes, Blood, Possessive, Obsession, Short stories.

Deku & Ochako already have a relationship, secret to the public, but they stayed together through it all. They were in a rough patch of the relationship with all the work loud, nothing was threatening the relationship but it was hard for them. Pro hero life was stressful and they were working their way to get somewhere.

Then they finally have free time a whole weekend to themselves and they decided to go out for dinner at a restaurant. This is where you come in, their darling waiter! How you smiled at they and welcome them when they came in. You treated them normally and not like a fan.

You were attractive, so much that they fell for you instantly. The kindness you showed them was making them go crazy that it started to bug them when you didn’t make a big deal. Are they not popular enough? Don’t you know who that are?

“Me and girlfriend here are just off hero patrol, it’s our night off.” Deku replied when you asked if it was a special night.

“Oh, that’s amazing.” You hummed and smiles at them, not giving them enough praise for their liking. “You must be hungry then, should we get started?”

Oh boy did they never forget you. The moment they got in the car they both started to talk about you.

“They were too perfect, I mean I love you deku. But they- I don’t know.” She played with her thumb nervously in her seat.

“I understand what you mean. They’re too kind for their own good.”

They start to come in more to see you often and they sit in your section. It was a way to see you close and have you talk to them.

And not just from watching you from a window or following you home. No, this was your attention. Way better.

Having two pro hero’s follow you around is more scary then you think. They have train in not being seen, how to find someone and have many connections. So it’s easy for them to find out every detail of your life. You’re first day of school pictures, who your friends are and family, and your ex’s.

You hated the feeling you got in your apartment. The feeling of constantly being watched and no matter how many times you checked around you couldn’t find anything.

After a few weeks they ask you out while they get ready to leave the restaurant. Making you flustered that both of them want you but you say yes and run away, after giving them your number.

They are always texting you. About your day or their’s, if something reminds them of you, where you’d like to go out next. After the first date it is hard to get away from them. Next thing you know, you’re in the a relationship with them out of the blue. Even if you felt hesitant about it they convinced you.

Then the yandere behavior really starts to take over.

They are aways near you. They are either staying at your place or you over at theirs. They also start to control your time out without them and even if they are working. You start to see less and less of your friends and get less calls from your family. And they try to talk you into quitting your job since they have money to take care of you.

“Don’t look so sad darling,” she twisted her hair and leaned on your body, “You have us and you need no one less!” She chirped happily as you cried over missing your family.

Then you are stuck. They made you get fired and now staying at their place and aways sabotage your job interviews. Making them your only hope in having money.

It wasn’t until you saw them beating up a man that hit on you at the grocery store in the alleyway. Blood drilling from his mouth as they continued to hurt his limp cold body, making it send a shiver down your spin and a ill feeling in your stomach.

“Guys?” You call out and clinch your chest and take a step back in fear.

They turn to you with blood on their face and glowing red eyes, “Baby, we told you to wait inside.” You swallowed to try and restore the dryness in your throat. “Tsk tsk, never do as you’re told.” Ochako pulls the knife from his corpse.

“You guys are sick! I thought you were heroes?” Screaming you tear up and grow angry. “We are through, I can’t believe I ever-” your breath hitches when wind blows on your skin and you see green lightning flash in front of your eyes. A hand wraps around your mouth, and breath hit the base of your neck.

“Don’t be like that love. We just do what’s best for you, this man was disgusting and touched what belonged to us. It’s only fair he pays the price,” his other hands wrap’s around your hips and his lips give you a soft kiss on the upper neck. “You’re our doll after all. The others had what was coming to them, and so did he.”

The others….There were more? How many people have they killed. How long have you been dating murders. You saw the flags before but you didn’t think they were this crazy for you. How in the hell could you get out of this?

“Silly baby, you disobeyed us. When we get home you’re going in time out, even more because you saw this.” She cupped your cheek as you stare fearful at the girl you once loved.

“Don’t be afraid, doll. We would never hurt you.”

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