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Otherworldly Attraction | yandere!jjk x reader jujutsu kaisen, yandere, reverse harem, isekai, f!reader

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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Leave Your Mark | bnha x reader my hero academia, reverse harem, isekai, f!reader

You didn’t accomplish anything in your previous life. Looking back on it, you feel nothing but regret, and you yearn for the chance to do things differently. As it turns out, your wish is answered, and you are reborn into your favorite fictional world. This time, you resolve to make a change, and you have the means to do it. You won’t be content with just sitting on the sidelines and letting life pass you by. You will live boldly and vibrantly, as if every moment is your last.

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Heartbreaker | bnha x reader my hero academia, reverse harem, isekai, f!reader

You awaken one day with virtually no memories. The only thing guiding you is some strange system that likes to dictate your every move, and for some reason, it insists that you make certain people fall in love with you. Desperate for answers, you decide to go along with its demands. After all, how hard can it be?

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Made to Destroy | bnha x op!reader my hero academia, reverse harem, over powered reader, f!reader

You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy.

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Bloodthirst | bnha x vampire!reader my hero academia, reverse harem, vampire reader, f!reader

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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Infatuated | yandere!bnha x reader my hero academia, yandere, reverse harem, f!reader

Your Quirk is rather unique. It plays out almost like a game, giving you missions and goals that help you become stronger. On top of that, you also have the ability to charm those around you. It sounds innocent enough on paper, and you can’t help but revel in the attention everyone keeps showering you with. But what happens when their feelings give way to something more sinister?

Love Bite | oc!vampires x reader yandere, reverse harem, vampires, original characters, f!reader

Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.

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Tears of a Villainess | yandere!ocs x reader yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters, f!reader

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

Girlfriend-For-Hire | yandere!ocs x reader yandere, reverse harem, original characters, f!reader

Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship.

Changing Plotlines | yandere!ocs x reader yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters, f!reader

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

Bewitched | yandere!ocs x reader yandere, reverse harem, magic, witches, f!reader

Having awoken one day with no memories apart from your name, you are endlessly thankful when a kind family decides to take you in as their own. But it appears as though your fate cannot be so easily overwritten, and as you discover more and more about the person you were meant to be, the hearts of those around you seem to change in a sinister way.

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Crushed Velvet | yandere!ocs x reader yandere, reverse harem, original characters, f!reader

Your parents are thrilled to have secured an engagement for you with the royal family. Your suitor, the crown prince, has agreed to be wed to you. It seems as though your entire future has been assured, so why is it that from this moment onward, your life starts to fall apart at the seams?

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UNHAPPY BULLY

SERIES PART 5-7

Warning: May contain triggering content, bullying, sensitive topics, and other stuff you might not like. Errors might be present, please don't mind them. Enjoy!

Summary: Your bully slowly tries to take control of your life, at home, at school, for you.

Chapter 1

Word count: 5.5k

There are about 10 to 12 chapters to go if you missed the first part, please read that before this one. Thank you for reading.

"Why did you come back?"

Disputed her apprehensive mother, blinking in bewilderment, widely observing her daughter's features contorted in a sort of inexplicable emotion. She slowly removed her shoes, evading her mother's concerned eyes, eyebrows furrowed at her small rebellion. Swiftly considering her words, the young girl reasoned.

"My stomach started hurting very badly midway, so I returned. I'm sorry I didn't think I would be able to handle the pain all day at school." She said, all while glancing away from the woman when she could, frowning lips pressing inwards, as nervousness bubbles up.

Her mother's expression altered a bit, before revamping into irritation, "I told you to take those medicine! Why didn't you?" She whispered yelled at the meek girl, head slightly bend down in contrition.

"I didn't think it would start to hurt again."

She tried her hardest to fake it, just accepting one day's worth of absence was going to reduce her raging anxiety. It would only grow, but she was a good person, she doubtingly believes that this will steer past her and she would retain normalcy.

Her mom sighs, closing her eyes disappointingly, saying, "you better take those medicine now." Demanded the oldster.

She mindlessly obliged.

Trying to damage control what her fit of distress landed her on.

She watches the clock tick, dressed in black and white, hairs let loose, suddenly sighing and glancing at her tapping feet, stopping herself upon noting. It was four o'clock.

In honesty, she was simply dawdling for the time when her bully would call, mandating proper information, threatening, even after she blocked his number, who's to say, he wouldn't attempt to contact again, with different numbers, so if she could somehow assume his time pattern, preventing it would be easier, leave her phone turned off.

In her earlier state of misplaced courage, she went online on insto, took his account out of the blacklist, and graze through his texts. Most of them were his normal, ridiculing comments meant to poke fun at her confidence and self-esteem, near obsessing over his book, that was petty, she'd thought to herself.

The most recent ones were from yesterday, in big bold letters, ruling she unblock him and talked, unlike a coward.

Reaching the bottom, she is surprised to find new ones, she browses the fresh text, only ten minutes late in viewing it, this particular text from him stood out more than the others, more so in her eyes.

'You did not come today either, what? Are you scared, loser...'

She waited, observing the text buddle buff, she quickly discerns it.

'I saw you today.'

For such easy words, it had a significant impact on the strategy she perceived and phrased things, her eyes mildly widened, her will to continue just seemed to be sapped away the longer she decided to remain.

'At least, you unblocked me. Loopy, I'm asking, where is your house.'

She made the mistake of reading it, now she felt like turning back meant more consequence than ease of satisfaction.

'You didn't change your house after you met me right? It's still the same, isn't it?'

She didn't comprehend what she was experiencing at that moment, irrational fear? Dread? Knowing she was bound to lose the happiness in her home, once he tries to step in. It's game over for her.

Quickly she typed.

'No, it's not. We shifted.'

She lied.

'Oh? Is it? I thought for sure it was that grey house I passed by the other day, you sure?'

Her heart dropped.

'It's that one, right?' He pressured, he was toying with her, she too insisted.

'No, it's not, why do you wanna come? It's the White House.' she lied again, acting to keep it cool. 'I'm fine really! Thanks for your concern.' She typed, saw that her message was received and sighted, he did not reply.

The chat room was silent. She unwillingly relaxed, the tension lowering. Only to spike up rapidly after he replied.

'Who are you trying to fool?'

Now it was her opportunity to turn a blind eye and flee. She deleted the app and held her aching head, comprehensive about going to school the next day.

She didn't know how time escalated so quickly, because the moment she woke up, pessimistic thoughts are prepared and ready to shove her to the brink of paranoia, for a short while, she persisted in that exact position, staring at the ceiling as if she non-verbally pleaded enough, it would all be over. She didn't want to go yet.

It went on for a minute or so.

"Get up! Why are you still in bed sweetie, you are always up before I can say something." Her mother suddenly entered and softly scolded.

She looked at her with open eyes.

"What's wrong?" Her mother asked.

She slowly glanced away, uttering, "nothing, I'll get up now." That's what her mom needed to hear, departing from her room and leaving her daughter by herself.

She peered down, unblinking.

Her thoughts were frightening.



She felt out of it.

Hunching over in her seat, head on the desk, arms wrapped around to keep safe, noises around seeming dull, distant like she wasn't mentally present to perceive the weird looks her classmates threw at her form. Her homesickness somehow amplified upon heeding the voice she was seeking to deter.

"Looks like you finally worked up the courage to come back." He abjectly spoke with an underlying tone of hostility.

She stayed still. Not responding.

"You should have seen yourself running, didn't know you were such a weakling." He ridiculed, sarcastically reciting her spontaneous decision.

She heard him take a deep breath, footsteps nearing her, abruptly yanking her curled arm and forcing her to make direct eye contact. Catching sight of his vexed face her expression opposite of his, fear.

"What? Are you that scared of me now? Why are you looking at me that way?" He said it as though he was relishing it, savouring her shift in behaviour.

She contemplated, still adamant about conserving her sanity.

"Come on, speak up! Can't you speak now?" He taunted once more, throwing her hand down and grimacing at her disturbed features. She kept her eyes on him, not allowing any reaction to appear out of her.

"So then, where's your home?" He asked with a bitter smirk, she gritted her teeth and fingers loosely enclosing.

She did not respond yet again.

Irking her bully.

"What? You not gonna answer?" He said, moving closer and leaning forward.

"Did you accidentally hit your head or what?" He continued regardless of her silence. Though the break was about to expire soon. "If I don't get a reply, I'm really going to trash your notebook and spread all sort of rumours for you." He darkly whispered, glaring at her.

Hesitantly, silently, she answered.

"The grey one."

He smiled in victory.

"Guess you care about your reputation, after all, you missed a lot of homework, why don't I help you, what do you say?" He closed the distance between them, observing her eye to eye. Daring her to say no.

She bent her head down, not looking into his blood-red wide eyes, her eyes slightly watered. Softly muttering.

"Okay."

After class, he loitered around the campus, not wanting her to flee without him, so even if she managed to get home without being spotted, he'd come either way. Make her life a little more miserable, make her regrets more potent, make her question and delude herself into thinking, she's the bad guy.

She should let someone know, her parents, someone with proficient knowledge to help her, make her understand what she is supposed to do, without falling into his trap and submissively let him take the charge to dissuade conflict.

Walking with his strangely calm deception rendered her dismayed, was this his odd way of friendship, liking? Or was he just a misunderstood person who needed guidance to adjust his habits?

Either way, she wasn't going to be the one.

Leading him to her haven, her one place to reside and ease out of stress and suffering, he'd be the one to arrive and ruin it, like everything. She didn't want to let him near her house, to further harass her in the future, bully her into compliance.

As much as he troubled her, she wanted to forget and forgive and move on, not forgive and forget like nothing hadn't happened, he'd have to repay one day or another, be taught he's in the wrong and should hope to improve without any arrogance.

Because he'd shut her up if she said anything right to direct him. As if he thought she was making herself appear wiser, more knowledgeable, more stronger than him. He hates that.

Striking in deep thoughts, letting negativity boil inside without a proper outlet, it strives to brew. She realized it, when they stopped, in front of her house, she's done for.

"Our class teacher wanted me to tutor her in maths." He'd lie to her mother's face, saying it in such a firm formal voice she's never heard him use.

Her mother's eyebrows furrowed, glancing at her meek daughter, who said nothing and stood at her spot, not addressing her inquisition gaze.

"Oh, that's great, thank you for helping my daughter, she's very quiet." She laughed, welcoming the youngsters inside, into their lounge, chartering their unexpected guest to sit.

"Dear! Don't leave our guest alone, talk with him, I'll make some snacks." Her mom whispered, urging her to take off.

She loudly drew in a deep breath, glancing at the blonde's head from the entrance, he stared at her the entire time she entered and sat down to the opposite of him. Bitter face with a frown and a pair of dull eyes, it was a tense juncture, she mostly did not let her gaze settle on him for more than a second, folding her arms and closing the gap between her legs.

He did not speak up either, intensely studying her, only diffusing it after noticing her mother welcome herself with a smile and a tray with juice and cookies.

"Please help yourself, what's your name?" She politely asked, sitting on a chair between the two. He answered, "...Katsuki bakugo."

The mother happily grinned, chatting some more, "so how's my daughter in class? She doesn't talk much, does she?" She jokingly inquired. He smirked and that could be perceived as a smile if they didn't know.

"Yeah, she's shy." He said.

She picked up on the mocking expression caching in his voice, as he glanced at her and back to her mother.

"Oh! Please do take care of her, I'll be going now, study hard kids." She sweetly enunciated and took her cue to retire for work.

The young girl struggled to keep her beating heart in stillness, her air locked inside her lungs, lips slightly trembling.

She thought.

She could overcome this with sufficient willpower.

He glared at her during her mother's absence, wordlessly advising her to come closer.

She looked up and said.

"I'll go get my notebook."

The compartment was peaceful, dangerously tranquil, the sunlight had drowned down, casting the room in a dim atmosphere. The weather out the room had deviated, skies dark, as though it is bound to pour soon.

Two youngsters sitting beside each other with very little space, and even less chatting wordlessly minded their own business. The younger one nervously caressed her fingers and reached out for a small sip, the male glared at the girl stiffly gulp down her fruity juice, studying her from the corner of his vermillion eyes, the white cookies with black spots looking just as appealing as the shade of the beverage.

The blonde boy disapprovingly looks away, placing his elbow on the hand of the crouch and sloping his head on a closed fist.

"Don't you like biscuits?" She suddenly implored, trimming the borderline awkward air in the hall.

"No, I don't like anything sweet." He grumbled, answering without a thought.

"Oh. I see." She didn't wish to know him so she did not ask for anything else. Until she realized something, somewhat rudely inquiring.

"When will you leave?"

His face showed all the anger she required to infer, irritated by her pageant of revolt. Harshly and plainly, he said near her.

"I'm not leaving yet."

Her face now hardened, narrowing her eyes at his disgruntled attitude, saying, "won't your mom be upset if you arrive home late?" She questioned, he leaned back into the sofa, "if you are trying to get rid of me, nice try, I'm not going so soon, not until I've made something clear." He sternly finished.

That earned him a puzzling rise of her eyebrows, "that is?"

"You shouldn't talk back to me. Ever." He senselessly demanded, expecting to add more to his statement, he sourly carried on.

"Don't ever question me either." He stated, swiftly turning his face from her sight and grumpily scowling at the painted white walls. She internally opposed but otherwise didn't say anything outwards to her bully in the house.

Both did not discourse any opinion for a short while. Heart thumping, and hands thoughtlessly clenched.

Steadily, raindrops chimed from the surface, the aroma of damp mud and water encompassing the area, visibly the frazzled party eased up, eyes directed towards the wide glass window offering a look outside the undisturbed home, the female saddened gaze softened, forgetting who she was with, what she was doing, what she has been attempting to prevent.

It was an unspoken mutual coalition to remain still. Watching the dewdrops tumbling from the gloomy blue.

And then, it seemed like everything was okay. At least to her.



The next forenoon, it was showering, the climate frigid and parkways drenched with water, she wore stockings, it didn't help much, took her orange-red umbrella, bouncing the rain off as she wandered to school, briefly discerning the bright-lit shops on the route, illuminated signs and flashy tunes leaking out of the closed doors.

Broad groups of people espousing their way to work, fewer students like her, she disliked needing to go school at the moments like these, wanting to relish in quietness with the rain, a cup of cocoa milk but concluded everyone must be thinking the same. On a cold day, she just wants to relax and not step out with extra coatings or additional layering of clothes.

Plus, her institute appeared depressing.

"Class! Do not play in the rain when school ends, you'll catch a cold." Advised the middle-aged man, planting a gruff gaze into everyone's mind, but, don't they do what they are not supposed to? It was the first class, in their going to be a long day at their bleak school, she couldn't focus because it was so frosty and she felt like falling asleep right there and then.

Today she got fortunate and sat back, behind the greenette, behind his mumbling voice. It was sorta bothering, kinda not, she wasn't concentrating in the first place, to begin with.

Now, she could progress through without having to look at Katsuki during class hours. It was bliss. She was silently thanking the black-haired girl who called her underwear out and sorta commenced to dislike her certainty, the girl had already settled in her seat upon entering, and bitterly demanded she took her seat instead. The reason being, her distant friend.

Jokes on her, she was perfectly content with seating away from her blonde bully.

In addition, the greenette was a considerable help as he muttered aspects she missed and worked as a copying agent for her. Not trying to take unfair advantage, what she was hoping to drag across was that she loved this seat. And loving it would be too much of an understatement.

Silently, she poked a finger at the timid boy, blinking with anticipatory eyes, he faced her within a second, staring at her with a wide gape.

"Can you give me your notebook real quick? I did not write the solution earlier, please." She requested and he eagerly incited, quickly handing her his and she, hers. Just so they couldn't be suspected by their prying teacher.

She had shamefully done that a couple of times throughout the day.

She was extremely unenthusiastic.

Unbeknownst to the chaos about to concoct under their nose.

"Dude, I saw your girlfriend and Deku exchange notes!" One of his side-buddies exclaimed out-of-the-doors. The blonde boy instantly veered around with an irate glint.

"Huh?" He taunted.

The talking boy spreading news halts for a moment, nervously chuckling and proceeding with a second thought.

"Your girlfriend... And deku sharing notebooks..." He sounded like he was questioning himself.

He grimaced, uttering nothing of significance and moving to descend the stairs. The friend simply stood there, watching the blonde abandon him.

Back in class, the young girl was dozing on the desk. Being pruned off by a hand, shaking her torso, she drowsily looked up at grey eyes, an unpleased expression, and downright glaring at her form.

"What?" She whispered asked, closing one eye to focus on the female.

"We need to talk." The girl replied.

She indolently dismantled her spoken speech, noticing the defensive posture her classmate was posing, she inquired, "about what?"

"About everything."

With that, not letting her respond she walked away from her table and crossed the threshold of their classroom. She didn't even look back at her.

She glanced over at her friend and raised a question. "What was that about?"

The boy shyly looked away.

She had forgotten to ask when, where, what, and the girl didn't even say it herself.

So, eventually, throughout the classes.

She had forgotten.

After school, she was just about to exit the classroom, hoping to ceremoniously bypass her two gossiping classmates unspotted and not have her solace be snatched away from her. Just as she is celebrating her successful withdrawal without any needed speech, the two females grin and loosened up their sugarcoated words. "Sweetheart! We've been waiting for you!" they shouted in the hallway, catching up to her retreating form, just about to sprint. 

"So your lover's friends asked us to take you to the karaoke. We insist that you join us!" the white-haired girl exclaimed, invading her personal space. She instantly leaned backwards, fluttering her eyes, their fake modest expression sending all sorts of alarms. 

"Uh... Thanks but I'd rather go home and take some rest." She truthfully confessed, imposing a semi-fake smile, perceiving their attitude wavered, she learned they were expecting something.

"What? That's so lame though, you should come with us instead, it would be so much more fun." They muttered, sulked by her denial. That must have impaired their ego.

"Thanks, I appreciate it but I'd stay at home." She said, immediately removing her smile upon displaying her broad back and receding out of the scene.

They shortly dropped their grins as well.

EARLIER THAT DAY

"Hey ladies, think you up for a challenge?" Dared the boy, one of katsuki's side-buddies, hands in their pockets, a flirtatious glint and a cunning smirk, shoulders slumped.

The two girls, one entering a defensive posture faced the boys, narrowed cyan stern eyes, the other female aside her, has an enthusiastic gleam on her face.

"And what's that?" She jovially asked, mischievously glowing at the sight of synthetic drama.

"Getting katsuki's girlfriend to come to the karaoke." They countered. Amassing themselves an astound pair of eyes.

"That chick? She's so shameless, why do you wanna make this bet anyway?"

"Cause we thought we could be generous to let you in some drama, you know, make some friends and enemies among the way."

They blinked, and then it linked.

"You mean, she doesn't know that he considers her his girlfriend?" They assumed, clearly swerving towards scepticism.

The boys laughed, saying sharp words with a smile that amuses the females.

"He's a lovesick puppy for her at this point, the poor guy thinks he's the best or something, too bad she gonna hate him more, come on, we can cause some mayhem!" They encouraged with mislaid motivation.

The girls glanced at each other and then proceed to near them, smiling in sound agreement.

Quite unfortunate, that their plans wouldn't succeed in the end.

She ambled homeward, neutral idiom, watching down her moving dark shoes, mind at peace, content with her conclusion to not indulge in the unsavoury activity. Her features washed in orange hues, hairs kept open to freely roam with the gratifying breeze, cooling her ample skin, and just reduced all grudges from her head.

But only to be abruptly discontinued, by a stone no larger than an eraser.

She pivoted her pointy gaze at the person and was not surprised to discover her bully louring and closing in on her with palpable malice, she meekly shouted, "why are you here?" Just to receive a soft blow to the arm by his bag, grasped in his veiny fist.

"Didn't I tell you not to question me?"

He sneered, she simply held her tongue, ratifying him a hasty glare and shifting back to pursue her trail towards home.

He scorned her attitude and intentionally followed behind her.

She glanced, then sough.

"You don't have to come and tutor me every day, you know." She started, her initial maintained ease just slipping out of her custody. He smirked, saying.

"I heard you were needing a lot of help from a nerd today." She curtly paused her thoughts, eyeing him sideways.

"Well, I was having trouble hearing from the back." She replied, and told an untruth.

He seemed smart enough to ask.

"Then why did you switch places." He dictated an ethical explanation for her very sudden reversal of actions.

She nonchalantly responded, "it wasn't me who wanted to change it, it was that black-haired girl, who out of the blue wanted to have my seat instead."

"Black-haired chick? And you did it for her?" He stressed his displeasure, head tilting in and a firm downside smile.

"She didn't give me a choice." She frankly just gave him a direct answer, no beating around the bush and conveying the facts without a thought.

He visibly grimaced.

His blonde hair invaded her vision.

Board shoulders, leaning back to her occupied desk, the space in-between had diminished, his chair right behind her table, with much she shifted backwards and allow some invisible wall to subsist, she fought to urge to hold in her shaky breath. His signature fragrance of roasted sugar, sweat, and the underwhelming smell of oranges mixed in had her stomach-churning unpleasantly.

His elbow suddenly plopped on her notebook as he smirked imagining her distraught features, glaring holes straight through his skull. The teacher had yet to say anything, excessively involved in his desultory lecture.

She aimed to push his arm off the furniture, but he simply flashed her a glare and replaced them the same. Advising not to attempt anything of sorts, this had to top off as the worse day at school. For her.

Only for her.

She expectantly docked at school, with an idea of sitting in the far-seats, admiring the greenette's blob of hair, dishevelled, his slumped posture, vigorously writing down notes and points throughout the day, perkily furrowing her eyebrows to heed whatever she had neglected. On the other hand, her bully never did any of those, perching in his chair like he controlled the place, not bothered to document anything of less significance.

He forced her to sit, she insisted on saying 'no' but the pressure he used on her to yank her down and hit her ankle in the process prevented her from returning to her spot, and her one-day seat had already been taken. She'd miss it dearly.

She was stuck with him now.

Indolently, glancing at the platform thinking what else she could do or reflect upon, the class felt it had been going on for an hour, no spoken words remained inside her head and the irascible person before her had sapped off her energy to endure.

A hand tapped her shoulder, facing towards her right, she glimpsed at a crumpled sheet being handed to her, she took it.

Wordlessly, straightening it outwards, she begins to comprehend the contents.

'You didn't come yesterday.'

The first sentence started as such.

'You forgot it, didn't you? Should have expected it from you, you are shameless, after all, bet it was enjoyable getting so much attention on your underwear.'

Her heart missed a beat, her eyes demurely softening, lips curling down, gone stiff.

'I don't get why you are so oblivious, why can't you just leave? Those two days that you weren't present, were the most peaceful day in my life!'

Gradually, she could feel the hatred oozing off that girl, her willpower took a hard hit, tears to assemble mere seconds away.

'You see, I have so much more to tell! It's private, but you can know. I'm being very generous.' It finished, signed.

Aoi Yoshikawa

She quickly shoved it inside her pocket, watching the time lane as her mind goes unfeeling. So many thoughts, she had to mentally shut down for a while. Ineffectively dismissing the blonde.

During the lunch break, she confronted the girl, with grey eyes, raven hairs, and a pose that strikes her as conceit.

She looked at her, immodestly studying her practiced composure. Aoi smiled.

"Glad to know I got through you now, why don't we talk elsewhere?" The girl suggested, she shook her head. Declining her offer, saying, "it would be better if we talk here itself, I mean what's wrong with that? Have you been telling him about everything I wore or did?" She contested.

Aoi's face grew bitter, lips tightly sealed and tugged down, she removed her resting crossed leg, and pressed herself closer.

"What if I had?" She joked.

Her eyes narrowed at the smirking girl, who seemed thrilled by her affliction.

"I could get you into trouble."

The girl glared up with distrust, contempt, rubbing her lips and scowling at her outline.

"As if. Then I could get you into trouble as well, besides, your secret relationship is bound to get you in a serious problem, don't you think?" The girl simpered.

"Excuse me? What are you talking about? I don't have any romantic relationships with anyone, are you going to fabricate a lie in hopes of getting yourself in trouble." she swiftly retaliated, folding her hands and grimacing down at her disapproving tactics. Feet firmly glued to the ground, densely holding onto her skin, clamping her raging negative notions.

"Yeah right, you sick freak. As if you aren't being intimate with your bully right now." she dolefully replied, gratuitously inculpating her, assuming she was overfond with her tormentor, with her bully, with Katsuki.

The disturbed glint had overstayed its welcome, her mouth slightly open, her face unable to conceal the shock and appal, because whatsoever did aoi or her entire classmates think of them, lovers were far from it, they were two coins of different currencies, they did not resemble nor is his degrading manners an affectionate gesture towards her or anyone, so what gave them the right to accuse her? What gave them a reason to think they were partners.

Eyebrows twist inwards, shallow inhales hastily drawing in and out, dipping her arms to the sides, she slowly begins to talk. Staring directly into the girl's grey eyes, wide and cautioning her to step back and re-evaluate her scurrilous words she quipped.

"What part of your claims seems right?" she lowly muttered, inclining forward to further exert her demanding glare. Tilting her face when no answer had greeted her ears, jutting her chin onward. "What part of it seemed right? I need to know," she stressed, her voice dangerously pitching up toward the end of her speech, shifting tones, the look in her stare prompting the girl to prevent meeting eyes.

"Because every day he tortures me, he steals away my peace, to gain a little pleasure. If you thought we were more than that, you need to get your head checked."

At that moment, it didn't occur to Aoi to list why she had guessed it according to the rumours, a so-called secret relationship, between the bully and his girlfriend.

And she had to look away to think, had she unknowingly invaded her classmate's privacy to a boyfriend who wasn't even a friend. After she traded so many things about her, to him, without ever questioning why, why did she do that?

Also, gave him the exact address of her home after he asked to know 'where she lived' she thought was out of concern, wanting to see her. Prior to handing him so many more of her stolen goods, just to save her own skin. Had she caused this?

Was she in the wrong, all along?

It was odd how she never thought how bizarre his teasing was, all, while she was under the disgusted impression of them both taking abrupt strides towards a very close relationship, doing intimate things, doing things most, wouldn't at their age. She was manipulated, threatened.

Whatsoever did he do with the items he made to steal from her classmate, her notebooks, her hairband, her likes, dislikes, how she looks without any clothes on in the changing room, most recently, wanting her to go to her house and get the things he requested.

Her notions had deformed into guilt, reduced to a loathing being.

She should have known he'd made her do it, cause of his pride. Cause he'd ruin his reputation.

Both of them were glad, the blonde's presence was not current in the room.

The tension had accumulated between them. There's no denying that.

But on the girl's part, the most prominent feeling was remorse.



She arrived home.

Exhausted, drained, saddened, and on the brisk path to her bedroom, ceasing upon listening to a certain ringtone, circling inside her space, she hesitantly entered, eyeing her chiming phone, vibrating on the table, coupled with books, and a box like-lamp. She closed the distance, peered down at the caller ID and found his name.

Her heart dropped, dragging herself back and allowing the buzzers to go unanswered, ignored, and muted. Staring at the phone from across her bed till it goes quiet again, only to impede the peace by a loud knock on the door, she promptly stood up, quickly racing down to stop her mother from receiving the door and granting her bully the permit to step inside.

"Mom! Mom!" She urged, clasping both her hand on the elder's shoulder and physically halting from making any movement towards the entrance.

"Don't open the door!" She said with a hushed manner, eyes blown wide and frantic. "What? Why?" Her mother inquired, astonished, plainly gawking at her hyper daughter.

"Because I don't want him to come and torture me again.!" Reasoned she, frowning, lips deeply curled down, panic written all over her utterance.

"Torture? What are you talking about?" Her mother slightly rose her voice, observing her daughter's eyes anxiously dart to the door, breathing in and out rather fast.

"Is it your classmate who tutored you?"

She stifled, swallowing and incapable of steadying her gaze. "Please... Please just say I've gone out or sleeping." She begged with a whimpering voice, taking in a facile puff of air through her mouth.

Her mother silently watched, pacing to the door as the banging intensified while the girl booked it to her room, softly slamming the door shut and settling on her bed, her heart pounding and her stomach stirring dreadfully, she felt like throwing up.

The muffled noises of two voices taunted her senses, she couldn't focus on calming down and gathering her turbulent thoughts, simply hunching and bending her head, hands retained between her thighs, her foot impatiently tapping the floor. Uneasiness brimming to the top, she had disregarded her need to herself take in a deep breath.

She slowly inched towards the window, after the ambience had lowered, instantly capturing the sight of him, dressed in casual clothes, striding ahead to leave the area, abruptly ceasing in his tracks. She couldn't see what he was doing with his back turned, but eventually, he bought the phone to his ears, indicating he was calling her again.

She didn't check nor did she get up to purely confirm it, his body language was clear, he was getting frustrated. She had dodged his advances to walk her home by pretending to stay back at school and sneaking out via the lower classroom windows, practically throwing her bag over the cement fence and struggling to land on the other side after she used boxes to boost herself up.

It wasn't a terrible idea, it had its undeniable flaws.

He had come near to catching her red-handed once, he was smart and loitered the floors to get a hold of her after discovering her missing.

He was probably about to get harsh with her if he caught her, in her house though.

He's at a disadvantage.

He glared in her direction, breathing heavily. Thinking how he was going to make her day-to-day operations worse.

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Yandere Kirishima x Reader - Reprimand

Unfortunately, I’m back! Hopefully I’ll get back into a more regular upload schedule from now on. Anyway, here’s part two to this! I know this isn’t great, but I needed to write something to get myself out of this rut. Also this is sort of a Christmas offering to @ikinabi​, if this pleases you then my life is fulfilled. Also I like yandere Kirishima apparently so I might just make this a series or something. Enjoy! xoxo

(Part 1)

TW: Sorta NSFW, yandere, blood, asphyxiation, physical abuse

“So pretty…” 

Your captor mumbled as calloused fingers combed through your locks. It was therapeutic to Eijirou; to tend to your hair every morning before the hero left for work. You were crushed against his firm torso, ensuring you couldn’t slip from his grasp. Your cries and pleas were met with dismissive hums, as he assured you again and again that ‘There’s no need to be scared, princess’. All he wanted was to take care of you, and for you to just let him. Crimson eyes gleamed with childlike anticipation as he twirled you toward the mirror. “What’dya think, babe? Do you like it?” His voice was dripping with excitement, craving your approval like a coveted drug. His efforts, despite being the product of his drowning adoration, did not produce a… refined result. It was established early during your captivity that submission was met with reward; a kiss to remove that damnable gag, an embrace to rid yourself of the burning ropes around your wrist. So you nodded, slowly and hesitantly as tears trickled down your cheeks. A grin, sharp and beaming, cut across his face. That love-drunk gaze, so maniacal in its infatuation, was enough to chill you to the core. It was a routine Eijirou was adamant on maintaining.

It soon proved to be his mistake. 

You stilled your breath in an attempt to make your fingers do the same. The hair-pin in each hand rattled against the lock. Just like they do in the movies, you told yourself over and over, hoping it would somehow cease the shaking of your fingers. Behind that reinforced window, was freedom. Kirishima was attending some mandatory gala event among his fellow heroes, giving you ample time to enact your escape, and the cover of night would prove useful against the subsequent man-hunt that would surely ensue after he found you missing. The promise of breathing air unpolluted by his musk or the intrusive scent of his cologne was utterly tantalizing. That hope, that dream, was made more tangible with each click and slide of the lock mechanism.

“C’mon…” You muttered, the tension against the pins mounting, threatening to snap as they inched further into the lock. Then, slicing through the silence, an almost deafening creak resounded.

The window didn’t budge. You struggled to breathe as it became clear - footsteps, pounding toward you. Trembling hands released their hold on the hair-pins, falling to the floor. It was hard not to scream in frustration, or breakdown in insurmountable terror. The door inched open, an exasperated sigh escaping your captor as he sauntered in. Each step toward you made you wince as they echoed throughout the room. You suppressed a shriek when strong arms coiled around your torso, his nose pressing against the base of your neck. Kirishima inhaled deeply - he had to get his fill after being apart from you for so long. He hummed, pressing his lips gently upon your skin.

“I missed you so much, princess. I wish you could’ve come with me.” He let out a tired chuckle as his chin rested upon your shoulder. “They don’t think you’re real, would you believe it? Saying shit like if you were really my girlfriend you’d be there with me.” A lingered kiss was placed upon your cheek. “But you are real-” Calloused fingertips explored your arms, shoulders, every piece of exposed skin he could relish in. The sound of his breath hitching, it’s warmth invading the nape of your neck, made your heart pound faster - he was getting excited, that much was certain.

“And you’re all mine.” He traced kisses across your neck, quietly reaffirming ‘mine’ between each affection. Gently, he gripped you by the waist and pulled you toward the bed. Slowly sitting himself upon the mattress, he pulled you atop his strong, muscular thighs. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding frantically. A deep hum resonated from his chest, digits lovingly raking through your hair.

Oh god, your hair. The accessories he’d so carefully placed were now strewn about the floor. Your thoughts grew panicked, nigh incomprehensible. He could notice, he would piece it together, if he found out he’d surely -

“Come on, (Y/n), talk to me.” His tongue clicked in his mouth, rough fingers gripping your chin and turning you to face him as carefully as he could. Seeing his face, his serene smile, was enough to make the words ball in your throat. Your lips quivered, his eyes beaming as he anticipated the sound of your angelic voice.

“I c-could’ve come with you, I-” A fervent kiss silenced you, his hand cupping your cheek to support the exchange. He pulled away, brows clearly furrowed. With a disheartening sigh, Kirishima shook his head.

“You know I can’t do that, babe.” His lips lunged to your neck, imprinting kisses against the tender flesh. “I want to, I really do. I want to show everyone how lucky I am,” His mouth shifted to your shoulder, your eyes widening as you felt his sharp teeth graze your skin. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.” With animalistic ferocity, he sunk his teeth into your flesh. You whimpered in pain, tears pricking your eyes as you felt blood seep from the wound. Kirishima was eager to lap up the warm substance, working and sucking against the imprint. A powerful arm wrapped around you, keeping you from flinching away as he properly marked you. You opted to squeeze your eyes shut; to pretend you were anywhere but here. A smirk pressed against your skin, a satisfied grunt erupting from the hero at your apparent complacency. “Such a good girl for me.”

His large hand rested against the back of your head, digits entangling with strands of your hair. You felt him pause, and you could swear your heart did the same. Had he noticed? You had to distract him, he couldn’t be allowed find out.

Against your better judgement, you shifted upon his lap until your body faced his. Hesitantly, your hands met his broad chest, inching toward the collar of his dress shirt. His mouth was slightly agape, his pupils dilated with a cocktail of surprise and excitement. Kirishima couldn’t believe what was happening, you were initiating it. Shaky fingers hooked against his tie, slowly working to undo the tight knot. You didn’t dare meet his gaze, terrified of glimpsing at the lust that swirled among the crimson. “B-babe? What are you doing?” His face flared with an impossible red, his pants growing tighter and more uncomfortable with each passing second.

“I-I want to be good for you, Ei-Eijirou.” You cursed at the transparent fraudulence of your words. Kirishima, however, was too euphoric to care. Unsatisfied with the clumsy pace of your digits, he violently yanked his tie away. He made quick work of his shirt buttons, exposing the powerful mass of muscle hidden beneath. His large hands gripped your wrists tightly, guiding your palms against his sculpted torso. He eased them across the rigid canyons of his abdomen, his blush darkening at your touch. 

“S-so strong…” You rest your palms against his defined chest, leaning into the crook of his neck. The scent of his expensive cologne is overbearing as you imprint a fleeting kiss upon his skin. You feel his heart thump, his breath growing more erratic and unrestrained.

“F-fuck, princess,” Eijirou grits his teeth as you gently knead his flesh, throwing his head back to allow you more leeway. “I-It’s all to protect you, so I can keep you safe.” His muscles tense, affirming the immense power they hold. You pause to breathe, to steady yourself. It’s hard not to feel disgusted, not when that prominent protrusion bucks roughly against you.

But Kirishima is impatient. In an instant, you’re thrown unto your back, Eijirou looming over you with your wrists pinned beside your head. Lips smash against your own, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He presses his powerful body atop yours, his deep rumbles of delight sending vibrations across your skin. Shark-like teeth sink into your lips, humming as he savors the delectable metallic taste. Your pained whimpers, your weak gasps for air, they’re all so adorable. His fingers intertwine with your locks, pulling slightly to allow his tongue greater dominion over yours.

At first, you’re relieved when he finally pulls away - desperately trying to fulfill the oxygen debt he so eagerly created. But relief melts into abject terror as the muscles of his brow tense, his eyes squinting in scrutiny. Despite the invasive heat of his heavy pants against your face, you’re frozen. 

“Babe…” Kirishima agonizingly pauses. You wanted to break free from his suffocating gaze, but it was futile - every fiber of your being was utterly petrified. “Where’s your..” He glanced back to the window.

You couldn’t hold it back, the tears trailing down your cheeks. He figured it out, didn’t he? 

“Ei-Eijirou it’s not-”

His head snapped back to you. Fury danced upon the rigidity of his features, his breathing labored from barely restrained rage rather than impassioned lust. That voice, often jovial, was seethed through barred teeth. “Did you…?”

You choked on your frantic words, your sobs indicative of your guilt. “I-I’m sorry! I promise, I-I won’t try it ever -”

“Shut up,” Kirishima growls. His grip on your wrists tighten painfully, eliciting a sharp cry. In an instant, he releases his hold on one arm, slamming a balled fist into the bed mere inches away from your head. Your mouth gapes in terror, his knuckles straining threateningly against the skin. The fingers unfurl, instead quickly snaking around your throat in a vice grip. His thumb hardens, pressing against your windpipe with a crushing force. Hot, angry tears trail down his face, his teeth grinding against each other as he spits a stream of muttered vulgarities. You’re gasping; silently pleading for the respite of air, which only spurs his thumb to drive deeper against your throat.

“Why are you making me do this?!” Eijirou squeezed his eyes shut, heart wrenching in his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you. Why can’t you just let me keep you safe? What if you got hurt out there?” Every word threatens to break, his voice unsteady and pained. “Why couldn’t you just behave?!”

Kirishima’s senses regain when he sees your eyelids dipping, releasing his immovable hold. He cups your cheeks with calloused palms, tears mingling with your own as they drip upon your face. Somehow, his softened expression of apprehension is more terrifying than that of rage.

“I’ve been too lenient, haven’t I?” His hand left your cheek, slowly inching down your arm as he shook his head. Eijirou’s fingers interlocked with yours - and they harden. He isn’t choking you anymore, so why can’t you breathe?

“I’m sorry, princess. I don’t want to do this, but what choice do I have?”

You shake your head frantically, your sobs amplifying. He flashes a weak smile, a deranged attempt at reassurance.

“I-I need to punish you, (Y/n). How else are you going to learn?” A brief, apologetic kiss is placed at the corner of your mouth.

The hardened digits crushingly tighten.

“I just want the best for you. You know that, right?”

Tighter

All that work to earn his praise and leniency - gone. That trust you so meticulously earned was crushed, the bones in your hand threatening to do the same. Kirshima shushed your whimpers and cries of pain as he tightened his grip.

“Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Take it like a good girl, for me.”

Tighter

Blinding agony, blurred vision, his voice resounding against your ear.

“I love you,”

Tighter

“So never make me do this again.”

Fighting For Love

♡Synopsis: When you finally get to meet the rising boxer you believe that you've finally found your happy ever after. Only when a local fighter is found beaten to a bloody pulp do you realize there was more to your prince charming that met the eye.

♡Word Count: 3.6k

♡Warnings: None right now, cursing

♡A/N: I finally posted the first chapter of the Yandere Boxer Deku series that I've been working on for a while!! I can't say these will be uploaded asap but I will have you know that I am working diligently and determined for this series. I hope you all love it as much as I do!

The first time you saw him, he was fighting up against a male, more muscular and tall. His baby face was the thing that struck you most as his body was that to be of a god's. You're brother, Luis, was besides you, screaming his head off with your mother watching with an excited grin on her face. You never understood their love for watching  boxing.

It wasn't disgust that made you dislike it, it was the pain. The way their faces scrunched up, the way blood seemed to be part of every match. It was like a ring of ferocious animals and you were the bunny trying to get out. It wasn't as if you didn't understand why the fighters did this. It gave them a rush, adrenaline, excitement. It was what they loved and were good at. 

Looking at this green-haired man through your television set was what made you realize how determined he was to win.

You watched in mild horror as the male your brother constantly shouted as 'Deku' finished the fight by taking a fist to his face and retaliating one back.

His opponent fell without consciousness. 

"Fuck yes!" Luis shouted loudly, making you wince with a grimace. "Who is this guy? I haven't seen you rooting for him before," you coughed, making your presence known to the two of them. You plopped down besides you, Luis, snatching some of the candy he had on his lap. 

"His name is Deku, you monster," he scowled, hiding away his snacks from you.

Your eyebrows shot up, "Deku? You mean like- blockhead?" you laughed, watching as the man on the screen named Deku, was beginning to raise his arms, accepting his victory. even from your tv set, you could hear the roar of the crowd, their excitement making your eyes widening. 

"Don't laugh, he's so amazing!" your mother, returning with a bowl of food in her hand, "Apparently he's a rising champion, and get this- he's trained by All Might." 

Your eyebrows shoot up at this, surprise displayed on your face. "No way," you gape. All Might? The All Might? You've heard that man's name even before you were born- he was more than a legend! To hear this new fighter was now beginning his boxing career after being trained by the man himself? Already you felt smitten by him, and the way he smiled so shyly at the camera (despite the bruising and blood leaking down his face) sealed the deal for you.

"Is he your favorite already?" you teased, stretching your legs over his lap. He glared at you, making a snide comment about your smelly feet before nodding, "Yeah man, he's okay. I mean- more cause All Might ya' know?" he slurped annoyingly, ignoring the way you slapped his shoulder.

"Hm," you hummed with a roll of your eyes. 

"Stop stealing my shit you little demon!" 

"Eat shit, you took my jolly ranchers yesterday!"

Both of you continued to hurl insults that weren't ever taken seriously. Only when your brother pulled his attention away from you did you notice that an interview with the boxer you had just seen fighting for his win, seated in front of a table. You watched him, the way his face flushed during particularly embarrassing questions, or how he lit up when talking about pro-boxers he knew.

"Yeah! All Might was so amazing! I remember watching him on my tv set and he was also so cool!" the male gushed, his adorable freckled face lighting up. It was amusing to you just how much he looked like a small child. "He's honestly my biggest inspiration and well," he paused, ducking his head as his messy head of curls bounced. "He's my hero!" he squeaked. You could practically hear the audience 'awe'-ing at him. You chuckled, hearing your brother and your mother do the same.

"He's so adorable," Your mom beamed, signing into her hand. 

"Down girl," you teased and your mother threw you a glare to which both you and your brother laughed loudly at

From there, it was only a matter of time that the face of Deku, or, Izuku Midoriya appeared in your life often. In less than two months, Luis seemed to have fallen in love with him or something with how fast he had become his fan. The boy was well known, targeted by a lot of well known boxers, including those who were rookies like him.

Certainly, it was a bit strange seeing such a humble, timid man like him fighting so seriously in the ring. Maybe a part of you was falling for him too. You never realized what a big impact the man on your tv screen was gonna have in your life.

Laughably, the next time you see him is three months later on your walk home from college.

"And if you even see someone waving them around please just-" 

You rolled your eyes, listening to your brother rambling on about boxing tickets. For the last month, he's been crying about them almost daily, since they dropped the news that Deku will be competing in the boxing arena in your town. And it wasn't just any match. 

it was a match between him and Ground Zero. The Ground Zero.

You had heard stories that both of them had been in the same training group before Deku had been scouted by All Might. Since then lots of stories had surfaced that Ground Zero had been making claims of 'kicking his ass' and him being a 'Useless nerd.'

Needless to say, ever since the news of them having an actual scheduled match, people have been blowing up for tickets.

It would be taking place in six months, giving people time to buy tickets and prepare for the battle of the fucking century- probably. If they threw Shouto in there, then, it would be the fight of the century. Still, it had your brother crying for tickets, doing everything he could to hold at least one in his hand. It was unfortunate really, even you would have wanted to see them but the tickets cost more than your life did and there was no way your family was going to be able to afford one, much less three. Even your own mother had been heartbroken, sobbing when watching Deku in his interviews.

He definitely was your family's favorite.

Hearing Luis wailing through the phone made you laugh before replying to him, "Yeah yeah okay? If someone is waving tickets, I'll sucker punch them and run." You could hear him choke out a laugh, his whining stopping for a moment before confirming eagerly.

"Good! You know how much I love you-" he cooed before you ended the call there.

You refocused your eyes on the path, sighing deeply into your silence. It was starting to become much warmer these days, the seasons starting to change from winter to spring. It was certainly much easier walking home from your college classes than when you had your brother driving you home and practically bursting your eardrums with his horrid singing.

You laugh softly at this, unaware of the people approaching you. 

The road was a familiar one, it wasn't like you ever took different routes. It was a path near a small bridge that connected to the sides of land between a small river. It led all the way into the center of the city where the apartment complexes your family lived in was. It was definitely much longer, but you loved taking this path. It was easier to let your mind wander and be at peace. 

"Miss?" 

It was then that a voice, one you've heard almost everyday that you could have mistaken it for a friend called out to you. And you turned around unprepared to see the man you had just seconds ago been thinking about.

"Huh?"

You stared, wide eyed and unblinking, staring at the freckled, baby-faced male that had graced your life for months now. "Oh.." you blinked owlishly before a nervous smile appeared on his own face, lifting up what he was trying to give to you. "OH!" you gasped, seeing your tangled headphones in his grasp rather than in your pocket. Damn things must've fallen out when you took your hand out. 

"I'm, i'm sorry, thank you!" you couldn't help but notice (and appreciate) his clothing, a thin t-shirt and some sweatpants. With the way he was lightly sweating, you imagine he was in the middle of working out. "Sorry about that, um, it's just, it's- you're-" you babbled incoherently, trying to form some sentence other than an apology,

His face lit up and you watched with delight as a shy smile graced his beautiful features. "Oh? You've seen me on tv? You like boxing?" 

"Oh, well yeah, not a lot- but my brother and my mom really like it!" you grin, watching with certain happiness that he seemed to light up so fast. "My family totally loves you," you grin, chuckling when he steps away with his cheeks turning a bright pink. "I assume you have to go?" you point behind him, seeing the figure of a tall, lanky man waving towards him. 

Deku blushed, rubbing  the back of his head before nodding. "I hope to see you at the match. If- if you want of course!" he blubbered, coughing awkwardly. The sight of the male who held such a toned body and the look of a predator in the ring could seem like an embarrassed teenager in the span of a situation was so hilarious.

A small frown tugged at your lips but you nodded back eagerly. "Totally! I hope you win, I know you'll do great!" you beamed. With a final wave, he took off back to the man who was waiting for him, his figure disappearing from your vision. You didn't exactly feel great about lying- but you weren't about to tell him your sad situation of having no tickets! With how kind-hearted he seemed, you weren't about to take advantage of him.

"Oh well," you muttered with a small smile, "it's not like he'll know." 

"I still can't believe you managed to actually talk to Deku and not pass out!" Your friend, Yule, screeched, your brother nodding along eagerly with his eyes as wide as saucers. They both stared at you like you were the one who was the freak. "Seriously! You like- had an actual conversation with him?? I probably would've cried in front of him!" Luis cried, clutching his hands together in a dramatic pose. "Oh please-" you waved a hand, "You guys act like I met STB or something,"

Both Yule and Luis glared at you, only making you chuckle more. Walking down the street, the three of you reached the convenience store your family was familiar with, hearing the jingle of the bells as you walked in. Since that day, you had Luis, Yule and your mother on your ass about the run in with Deku. In all honesty, you weren't even sure why they were freaking out about him so much when he looked so normal. A part of you- a part of you, you scolded because it would rear its ugly head to insult people- dared say he looked so plain. 

Save for the adorable freckles scattered on his face.

It was just- you didn't find anything about him that screamed 'amazing,' or '10/10,' like it seemed to do so for everyone else. Even still, it didn't stop you from watching his fights. Deku is, and will always be such an enigma during his fights. You still remember the shivers running down your spine whenever he gets the look on his face. It's intense, focused and almost killer. 

His punches are deadly- so much so that it's been said that his punches have left his opponents paralyzed and broken. Despite this, his adorable freckled face and timid persona has captured the hearts of many people! You just- weren't one of them yet.

"I'm gonna wait out here, you guys take forever and it's so hot in there," you huffed, walking out of the shop with the stuff you needed to buy and both Yule and Luis gave you a nod, waving you off just as quickly. You rolled your eyes, already preparing yourself to wait for a while. Your brother and best friend were both the most indecisive people you've ever met. They took almost an hour (EACH) just to pick something out. Leaning against the store wall besides the glass door, you pulled out your phone and connected your earbuds. Slowly, the music from your saved playlist had started to ring in your ears and you relaxed a little more.

Remember to buy some binder paper tomorrow, you reminded, closing your eyes slowly. You stayed in this position for longer than you realized, feeling the sun slowly start to heat your skin up, the sounds of people entering and leaving the shop by the jingle of the door made you stay awake. For a while, you let your mind wander, unaware of the eyes being firmly held onto your figure. 

It was until they had taken more time than you could care for that you stuck your head into the shop and scowled at the sight. Apparently one of your brother's school friends had dropped inside and was now chatting them up like no tomorrow. Oh hell no, you were not about to wait here for another two hours. You make a grunting noise to call them out, "I'm leaving alright, I'll see you guys at home." you huffed, turning around and beginning to walk home. You wondered if it would be better to take your familiar route and ended up deciding to do so. 

Once more, you let your mind wander, hearing the music from your phones switch to another piece. The sun was slowly reaching up into the middle of the sky, shining brightly over your form and you huffed a bit, feeling your body warming up. 'Damn sun, I already feel myself sweating,' you sighed, switching the grocery bag into another arm. You kept walking, ignoring those who were taking the same path to and from as they passed by you.

The memory of Deku once again popped into your head and you blushed. He was so cute! The way he got so nervous talking to you, how his freckles moved whenever he talked and how his emerald eyes averted from yours. You inadvertently squealed out loud, slapping a hand over your mouth. Jeez, how embarrassing are you? You didn't really need people thinking you were some dork who walked around smiling like a creep. 

Shaking your head, you didn't feel the small tap to your shoulder until the person gently placed their hand over your shoulder. "Gyah-!" you cried, whipping around to see the exact person you had just been thinking about. "I'm sorry!" he cried in surprise, eyes wide when he watched you scream in his face. "Oh god, I didn't see you here!" you laughed, tearing off your headphones to listen to him talk. He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck at your frightened expression. "I'm sorry, I've been calling you but it looked like you couldn't hear me," 

Both of you stood up straight and you twisted to face your entire body at him, with a small smile as he nervously shifted on his legs. "It's a surprise to see you again, how was your last match?" you giggled, watching as he lit up in the same familiar way he did so last time. 

"Actually I won! It was really close and honestly," he laughed awkwardly, smiling brightly at you, "I was a little uh, disappointed." 

"Disappointed? Oh," you cringed, remembering the agreement of seeing him in his match, "Sorry! I wasn't really planning on seeing you.. I didn't really think you'd actually be waiting for me." His eyes glanced over yours, smiling reassuringly, "No, it's no big deal. I was just hoping um," you couldn't help but squeal at the way he ducked his head, rubbing his face as if it would make the furious blush on his cheeks disappear, "we could go.. out..?" you squealed, hiding his face once more, his voice squealing through. "I mean-! Only if you want to! I don't want you to think you have to because you didn't go to the match- or that you owe me for it or anything!"

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, adoring the way the man you had felt intimidated by acted like a goofy love-struck teenager. Geez! He was starting to make you feel like the giddy school girl you remembered yourself to be! "I accept!" 

"Really?" his head shot up, blinking at you owlishly. You laughed once more at this, nodding, "Yeah, I don't mind! Besides," you winked at him playfully, enjoying the way he blushed, "it'll be fun to go out with such a cute dude like you." He straightened up, shuffling on two feet as he tried to speak. Izuku opened and closed his mouth, only squeals leaving him. 

"O-okay! I'll uh, how about um," his cute stutter returned, averting his eyes, "I give you my phone number?" You beam, bringing out your own phone and swapping numbers. "Okay so I'll te-"

"OH MY GOD." 

You jumped, startled by the shout that came from behind the two of you. Your eyes landed on your brother and friend who were standing as still as a board, mouth hanging open. Comically, their eyes flew between you and Deku, not believing who was just in front of them. "No fucking way.. he isn't.. he isn't real is he?" Yule choked, turning to you and blinking. "Uh, yeah he is," you looked him up and down before sending a conformational thumbs up. Immediately following, both of them screeched rushing up to him so quickly that Deku had barely any chance to start running.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I don't mean to be a creep I just love you so much!" Luis sobbed, holding himself back from physically touching the other male. Yule followed suit, though she seemed much more controlled than your crying brother. "You're so awesome! I saw your last fight and it was sooo cool!" she squealed, jumping up and down.

You felt bad for Deku in that moment, especially when he turned to look at you like a flustered bunny. "Sorry," you mouth, chuckled at his dilemma, he was just- too cute after all!! "Oh no, really, I think it's you two are so much more amazing for supporting me." he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, blushing as he moved back. "I know I'm not that strong but I promise to work hard for you guys,"

"OH MY GOD!"

"A LITERAL FUCKING ANGEL!"

They screamed holding each other. "Okay, that's enough," you stepped between them and Deku, sending the former an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that, I hope they didn't bother you." Deku waved a hand, "I'll text you, so we can decide on our date."

"A fucking date!?" Yule shouted, moving to pull you into her arms. "Hell yea, she'll dress up and everything. Hell I'll make sure she wears her sexiest lingerie," her fingers snapped and she winked at the poor freckled male who looked like he was about to double over. "YULE!" Your brother also came to stand besides you, "Dude you can marry her, no one will miss her at the house!"

"Assholes," you hissed and started pulling them along by their ears. "Sorry, I'm really sorry, I kinda hope you don't think of changing your mind?" Deku beamed, once again smiling, "No worries, talk to you soon!"

Unknown Number

To: XXX-XXXX 

Hello? 

You

From: XXX-XXXX

Hello? Oh is this Mr. Boxer~?

Unknown Number

To: XXX-XXXX

Ah, yes! Sorry, this is (Y/n) right?

I don't mean to bother you so late.

Unknown Number changed to "Mr. Boxer"

You

From: XXX-XXXX

It's fine, I usually stay up late anyways :)

Did you finish your training after we left?

Sorry about that by the way, I didn't think

they'd be so crazy about you.

Mr. Boxer

To: XXX-XXXX

Oh no! I was actually really happy to

meet them, they seemed like very

nice people. 

Mr. Boxer is typing..

And I did! I usually take more

breaks on the weekends anyway so

there wasn't a lot for me to finish

up on.

You

From: XXX-XXXX

That's good then! You already looked

pretty fit when we saw each other.

Next time you'll be carrying my

body in a wedding dress ;)

[READ]

Aw, did someone get flustered~

I'm Just joking you know haha.

Mr. Boxer is typing...

Mr. Boxer

To:XXX-XXXX

OH! I didn't know it was a joke-!

That was too embarrassing!

Please don't tease me like that, my heart

i can't take it. Especially from someone

as beautiful as you...

[READ]

I think you're the one who's flustered

now. 

You

From: XXX-XXXX

Hush Mr. Boxer

I think it's time I sleep-

Mr. Boxer is typing...

Mr. Boxer

To:XXX-XXXX

Okay, sweet dreams!

Oh and uh, it seems...

you always look beautiful anyway-

Okay, Goodnight!!

You giggled at your phone, squinting your eyes with slight pain as the screen finally faded to black. Rolling onto your back, you shoved your phone underneath your pillow, a blissful sigh escaping your chapped lips. The day you would be texting a well-known fighter who had also asked you out was something you hadn't dreamed of before. Though, there was no way you would complain-Deku was someone who should be praised. So far he seemed to be everything you've been looking for, even if you weren't exactly looking.

Oh dear girl.. if only you knew that this wasn't a happily ever after.

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Yandere Platonic bakudaku x reader could it be fantasy au please ,maybe reader found them all beaten up after the boys were fighting goblins ( or their could have saved her/them from the goblins) and they all travels together only for them to prevent the reader from dating anyone?

Yandere BakuDeku Fanatasy AU

tw: Yandere Themes, Suggested Orphan Reader, Protectiveness, Obsession, Violence

You had been travelling with your companions for nearly two years now. Katsuki Bakugo was a strong warrior and his partner, Izuku Midoriya, or Deku as he was more commonly known, was a skilled alchemist. You don’t know what string of fate lead you all together, since your meeting was completely coincidental. Although it mostly was because of your foolish actions- something you prefer not to think about.

You’ve always been a free-spirited child, running amok and causing chaos wherever you took up residence. That chaos often lead to you being kicked out of the villages and towns that took you in, leaving you to fend for yourself. The day you met Bakugo and Deku, you had been journeying through a forest in search of another place that would take pity upon you. You were frolicking along the path in the forest which was cleared for travellers. That was until something caught your eye.

It was a lovely flower sitting just past the side of the path. The flower was so pretty and you wanted to see it up close. You bit your lip lightly dur to your apprehension. You’d heard the cautionary tales told by travelling merchants and adventurers, warning not to venture into the forest. You decided it couldn’t be that bad-it lay merely a few feet ahead. Humming, you went to inspect the flower and plucked it. You would have turned around to leave but then you saw another flower which looked even prettier a few feet ahead. You pondered whether to return to the path or not. The flower was gorgeous and you could still see the path. So you decided to venture a little bit deeper into the forest to pick that one as well.

You saw yet another flower more striking than the previous, and after considering less carefully this time around, opted to go pick it. It became a pattern as you threw caution aside and happily ventured deeper and deeper into the forest. As the sun begins to set, you finally decide to return. However, you’ve gone too deep into the forest and you have absolutely no clue which way you came from. You gulp nervously. What creatures and monsters lurked and prowled in the cover of the night?

Your question would be answered when you saw a hoard of little impish creatures- goblins. Long pointed ears and equally pointed teeth. Short, green bodies with disgusting boils all along their rough skin. They howled at you, although it really was more of a shriek. You screamed out if fear and ran as fast as you could through the forest. You didn’t know where you were running too, but you couldn’t care less. All that mattered was escaping those horrid little beasts. Then, you tripped over a root you hadn’t seen. You hissed in pain, clutching your foot. The goblins caught up to you, much to your horror. You scuttled away into a thick tree, ignoring the intense pain. You let out a pained whimper and squeezed your eyes shut. Suddenly there was a yell, and flashes of colour that dizzied you. You were too exhausted and shocked to comprehend what wad happening. All you could make out was someone coming up to you before the world faded to darkness.

You groaned as you awoke, a bright light shone brightly. You blinked to adjust yourself to the light. Once you finally adjusted your vision, you furrowed your brows in confusion. were in a room, a nice one at that. The light was from the window on your right, the sun had risen already. Did that mean it was midday? You put aside your musings as you awed at the room itself. The room was the finest you’ve ever been in, for you’d never amassed enough money to stay in an upperclass inn. The bedding was soft and warm. You took a moment to enjoy the small luxury before snapping back to reality. How did you end up here? What happened to the goblins?

“You’re up!” someone exclaimed as they opened the door. You tensed slightly and they put their hands up to reassure you. “Ah, I’m sorry you must be surprised. My name is Izuku but everyone calls me Deku.”

“Oh, okay Mr. Deku, I’m alright. Did you bring me here?” You asked relaxing.

“Mmhmm, my partner Kacchan and I heard your scream. We ran to find you and those goblins. You fainted after we found you so we brought you to the inn.” said Deku, “What was a kid doing out there anyways?”

“Well I was walking along the forest path and then I saw this really pretty flower that was just a bit off the path.I know you’re not supposed to wander off but it was really close! So I went to go pick it. Then I saw an even prettier flower and I went to go pick that flower. The deeper I went, the more beautiful the flowers were and I didn’t notice until the sun began to set. That’s when the goblins attacked me and I ran.” You recounted.

Deku couldn’t help but laugh. Honestly you were so adorably naïve! You’d pranced into a forest known to be filled with dangerous monsters to pick flowers. You blushed furiously and pouted at him but that only caused Deku to laugh more. As your face reddened with childish anger and embarrassment, Deku ceased his laughter and apologized to you, an apology you barely accepted. Your stomach growled with hunger and you became flustered once again. Deku smiled gently and offered you to join him for lunch. An offer you eagerly accepted. You made your way to the dining hall of the inn, a warm and jovial place, filled with the scent of warm food and booze.

“Hey, so the kid finally woke up, huh.” Spoke a gruff voice which caused you to squeak.

“Kacchan! Be more gentle,” Deku admonished.

Bakugo huffed before glancing at you. You really were small and weak. Why you would ever go into that forsaken forest was beyond him. Well it didn’t really matter because he was just going to drop you off at the orphanage here. Nursing his ale, Bakugo watched Deku fuss over you. Honestly, what did he think he was doing? Deku had tried to convince him to take you with them, but Bakugo couldn’t do that. You were to fragile to travel alongside them, you would only be a hindrance. That was something Deku couldn’t- or refused to see.

However that plan came to a halt when the orphanage told him that they simply just didn’t have the room or the funds to take in another child. Frustrated, Bakugo was told that they next town over had a good orphanage. Bakugo groaned while a wide grin enveloped Deku’s face, you were going to stay with them for a little while longer it seems. You were excited of course. I mean they were adventurers! You were practically going on a quest. Bakugo shut that dream down quickly, letting out too many some ground rules. You became crestfallen until Deku distracted you with some basic alchemical creations. Deku glared at his partner but Bakugo remained unmoved. They would drop you off at the next town over and be done with you.

But alas, fate didn’t seem to share the same idea. As you traveled with them, you grew on them, more specifically Bakugo. You were just so happy and energetic. Your smile put the sun to shame, it was that bright. You truly fit in to the little family that Bakugo had made with Deku, but it was finally complete. Bakugo was raised with the barbarian traditions. Barbarians treasure their children, never abandoning them. So with Deku so insistent, and in accordance with barbarian traditions, he couldn’t leave you at the orphanage. Once you all arrived at the town, you and Deku didn’t part tearfully. Instead, Bakugo told you both that you were just here to pick up supplies, leaving you and Deku overjoyed.

You’ve travelled with them ever since. You’ve learned everything they could teach you, and even taught yourself some skills. Bakugo and Deku have watched you grow and they couldn’t be prouder. Recently, you’ve all stopped at a quant village. More notable than anything else in the village, is the charming farmhand that resides there. The adorable freckles dotting their face and their playful smile that makes your heart flutter. At first, it was passing glances which evolved into fleeting touches. But soon it became a relationship, one that you were keeping secret.

Now, Bakugo and Deku aren’t idiots, they can tell something is off with you. And when they find out about your relationship, Bakugo is livid. He wants to end the farmhands miserable life right then and there. Deku, on the other hand, knows how heartbroken you’d be if they ripped you two apart. Your heart may have to be broken, but who says it has to be them who break it? With a little threatening and a few minor injuries, the farmhand finally understands that they’re unworthy of you.

And when they finally do break up with you, you’re utterly devastated. When Deku and Bakugo find you sobbing, they immediately comfort you. Deku reassures you and asks you what’s wrong. You tell them everything, apologizing for keeping it a secret. Deku hushes you, while Bakugo, in a low murmur, asks for a name.

Don’t worry, they’ll always be there for you. Always.

Yandere Platonic Ryukyu with Quirkless Child Reader

a/n: for @k1ngm1nt

tw: yandere themes, child neglect, child abuse, reader is like seven, canon-typical quirk-based discrimination and mistreatment, bullying, social services, maybe a little ooc

•As long as you’ve been alive you’ve dreamed of being a hero. You’d always play games of heroes and villains with your friends, pretending to have powerful quirks. But all of your dreams were shattered when you were told you were quirkless. You were devastated, as were your parents. They tried everything they could to “cure” you of your supposed disease. Yet all your parents accomplished was furthering your newly found self-loathing. Eventually, as a year or two passed, your parents gave up, not only on trying to manifest your quirk but on you as well. You were miserable, living with neglectful parents and constantly being bullied about your quirklessness.

•However, you found solace in heroes, watching their courageous exploits. In particular, the dragoon hero, Ryukyu, also known as Ryuko Tatsuma. She was your absolute favourite hero, you thought her quirk was amazing. But you would never be like her, or any hero, whispered a cruel voice in your head every time you felt an ounce of joy, forgetting your plight. And every time, you would be reduced to tears that everyone would either make fun of you for or ignore you with disdain in their hearts. Your situation made you become a mature child, handling things on your own. You knew that everyone regarded you as a burden, but you wanted to prove them wrong.

•Then one day, while you were walking home by yourself, a villain attacked. People were scattering in all directions, pushing and shoving in their desperation to find safety. Nobody paid mind to you as you were trampled over, then shoved into the reach of the villain. The villain noticed you immediately, and grabbed you. Cackling madly, he gleefully said that you’d be the first to go. Tears welled up in your eyes, but then a large dragon-shaped creature emerged, Ryukyu! You gasped in amazement, forgetting your fear. The villain stupidly let you go, opting for a greater kill of a Pro-Hero. You watched excitedly as your favourite hero took down the villain. Immediately after she won, people clapped and cheered for their saviour. However, she didn’t pay any attention to them, Ryuko’s mind was more occupied with the little child trembling.

•Ryuko made her way over to you, asking if you were okay. Still stunned silent, you nodded as a smile grew on your face. Ryuko felt her heartstrings being tugged. You were such a sweet and adorable child. Yet something felt off, not you but your situation. Where were your family? Usually someone related to a child would come running up, frantically searching for them. But nobody had come for you. Concerned, she inquired where your family was. Then, Ryuko saw your face fall as you explained that your mom and dad didn’t like you anymore because you didn’t have a quirk.

•Feeling her heart drop, Ryuko decided that she couldn’t stand by idly as you suffered. She walked you home, shocking your parents when they saw the pro-hero at their door. Ryuko calmly greeted them, although rage was boiling inside her. Your parents made fools of themselves stammering and trying to act as though you’d been missing. Ryuko maintained a polite smile throughout their entire performance. When they finished, she bid you goodbye. A small sense of amusement and fondness formed in her chest seeing your wide grin as you waved bye. Immediately after your house was out of sight, Ryuko made a quick call to one of her contacts in social services. Relief swelled-up inside her after she was finished, you would be safe soon.

•However, Ryuko’s work wasn’t done yet. She had to be sure you’d be alright until your parents were arrested. She came to pick you up after school, surprising both you and the kids that bullied you. They immediately ran up to her, starting to ask questions and squeal praises as your teacher tried to calm everyone. Ryuko shocked them further when she announced she was here for you. Gently, she outstretched your hand which you happily took. This started a routine of her dropping you off and picking you up from school. Your parents let her do as she pleased because they thought you were finally worth something now that’d you made friends with the pro-hero. You loved spending time with your favourite hero, Ryuko allowed you to be informal with her and took you on fun outings like to an amusement park or restaurant. Sometimes there would be someone who asked questions about your parents, but Ryuko always took you out for a movie after so it was fine.

•Soon, a case was built against your parents and finally, it was the time to act. Your parents were arrested and charged, while you were thrown into confusion, sobbing for them. Ryuko pitied your sadness but this was for the better. Still, you would go into foster care which could be just as bad, of not worse. Ryuko couldn’t condemn you to that, not after you’d been through. So, she decided to adopt you. She could do it quite easily as a high ranking pro-hero with a good reputation. And so it was done, you became her child. You were hesitant at first, but you quickly, and quite happily, accepted her as your new mother. The kids at school stopped picking on you and your teachers started behaving more formally. After all, you were the child of a pro-hero, Ryuko’s child and you would live a life filled with happiness, Ryuko swears it.

You write really well! I have a question thoughts on platonic yandere nighteye as your dad?

Thank you for the compliment! I’m thrilled that you like my content and find it well-written.

As for yandad Nighteye, I think he’s definitely one of the more controlling yanderes in the BNHA-verse. He keeps tabs on you at all times, he has the resources to do so. Not to mention his quirk granting him the gift of foresight which he constantly uses on you. Even though he is strict, yandad Nighteye has a soft spot for you. You’re his pride and joy. Pictures of you and your accomplishments, drawings, trophies, medals, ribbons, crudely made macaroni art— you name it, ha hangs them up in his office, sweltering with pride when he looks at them. Nighteye also has quite a bit of money, so he does gift you expensive things often.

Included in the yandad Nighteye pack comes yandere grandpa or maybe uncle All Might. Either way, the symbol of peace adores you, constantly spoiling you with gifts and giving you piggyback rides to show his affection. Eventually, when they part ways, yandad Nighteye tries to block All Might from keeping contact with you, afraid for both him and how his destruction would devastate you. Try as he might, nothing will stand in All Might’s way in terms of you.

Pride Month Special- How Yandere Parents React To You Coming Out

a/n: happy pride month everyone!

tw: coming out, implied/mentioned homophobia

Gojo- This giant absolute menace of a man I swear to god, you don’t have to worry about him being supportive or anything like that, no. What you have to worry about is how over the top he goes. Man’s organizing parades, making banners, literally everything. It doesn’t matter how many times you beg him to stop because he’s embarrassing you, you’re his baby and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t show his unconditional support and love. He’s definitely telling everyone too, if you’re out that is, just won’t shut the hell up. Nanami cannot count the amount of times Gojo has gushed about you and how proud he is of you. Of course you’re dying of embarrassment in the corner, but he’s doing this all out of love for you.

Sukuna- He’s definitely a little confused. Not in a bad way or anything, he just doesn’t understand immediately. You’ll have to take the time to explain it to him but once he gets it he’ll be so supportive, but more subtle about it. He won’t be throwing over the top parades or anything like that, but he will 500% find a way to mention in it in all his conversations. Like he’ll be doing curse king shit or something and then one of his vassals will start talking about the most irrelevant topic in regards to your sexuality. But those that stop Sukuna from worming in how his precious child is queer and how amazing they are? Nope! He’ll talk about it for hours then make it seem like the vassal has committed some sort of deadly crime when they try to change the conversation back to the original topic. It’s even better if he finds out with reader who’s reincarnated into Yuji’s older sibling because they’re in their twenties and have been out for a couple of years now, so it’s not a big thing and probably comes up in casual conversation. Sukuna’s gonna rupture poor Yuji’s eardrum because he yelled so loud. He was utterly shocked, he was fine with your identity, but how could you not tell him?? And your poor brother is gonna have to deal with all of Sukuna’s tantrums about you not telling him whenever you walk into the room. Eventually he mellows out though, he’ll deal with your lie by omission once he has you in his grasp again.

Oberyn Martell + Ellaria Sand- Original bi disaster couple, no one can convince me otherwise. Anyways both are pretty chill with it, I mean they probably knew already, they’re very supportive of course! Your siblings, the sand snakes, are too. Dorne is a very free and modern country in terms of opinions, not to mention you’re a child of a prince so you enjoy a lot more freedom to express yourself than others. And if someone does have a problem with, they best keep it to themselves or else they’ll have a furious red viper and his equally enraged sand snakes after them.

Levi Ackerman- He’s quite mild about it, to be honest. He’s not unsupportive, just quite about it. Not out of shame but just that he’s generally closed-off. Also, he believes that you should be able to share your identity based on your own terms. He’s very happy that you felt comfortable enough to share it with him though. He definitely made you tea when you came out too. Of course if he hears anything about anyone having a problem with it, well let’s just say that you will be the least of their problems from then on.

Tengen + His Wives- They’re all so happy! Especially since you trusted them enough to tell them. Tengen definitely brags about his flamboyant kid and how spectacular they are. He buys you and himself a ton of pride shit, I don’t care that demon slayer takes place in the Taishou period, this man will make custom pride merch, just for you. Suma cries as per usual, I headcanon all of them as queer but Suma is canonically bi! So, I imagine her crying tears of happiness and joy that you’re like her in a way and that she understands. Makio is aggressively supportive, like shove it down your throat kind of supportive but supportive nonetheless. Hinatsuru is pretty calm about it, she just wants you to know that she loves you unconditionally.

Muzan- He’s kind of like Sukuna in a way, as in he’s confused. Unlike Sukuna he probably understands what it means he’s mostly confused on how he didn’t know immediately. He is supportive though! And if his confusion hurts you, he’ll immediately apologize. You’re his sweet child, no matter how old you really are, so he’ll support and love you regardless of anything. After he’s done apologizing and you forgive him, you can guilt him into doing pretty much anything for you, which you probably could do just with a hug and puppy dog eyes! If there’s one thing Muzan won’t tolerate, it’s people slighting you, so you can guarantee that you won’t be receiving anything less than the highest praises from everyone.

Light Yagami + Misa Amane- They’re both completely supportive of you, though they show it in different ways. Misa is over the top enthusiastic about it. She starts doing LGBTQ+ campaigns, wearing pride merch, signing brand deals promoting it, basically everything and anything she can to prove she is the greatest ally in the entire world, all for you. Light is subtler in his approach. He’s happy thar you’re happy and that’s pretty much it. He’ll do little things to support you, such as boycott homophobic brands and celebrities, wear small pride pins and all that. Either way, they both support you unconditionally. And if anyone says anything to you, you can bet their getting the most painful and humiliating death possible.

Erasermic- Oh! They’ve been expecting this forever! Aizawa has probably known since the start and subtlety let Hizashi in on it, who was extremely excited. They support you and make sure to reassure you about that every day. They’re like Light and Misa in the aspect that Aizawa is very calm regarding your identity while Hizashi supports you with over the top gestures. You know they love you though, and are grateful for them.

Yandere Toga VS Yandere Villain Deku for Hero Reader

tw: yandere themes, villain!deku au, violence, reader is basically batman, mentions of bullying, quirkless discrimination, reader poisons their blood,

Villain!Deku is a shell of his former self, taking on the form of a cold, calculating ruthless man instead of the kind and timid boy he once was. Years of torment from his peers made him snap, rightfully so, he insists. He has an intense hatred for the number one hero, “Ground Zero,” his childhood friend turned bully. Even though he is quirkless, Villain!Deku is incredibly dangerous, with an abnormally high intellect, high proficiency and potency in martial arts, and a wide variety of weapons to utilize. His very name strikes fear into the hearts of others, civilians and Pro-Heroes alike.

His equal in terms of cruelty would be Toga. The psychotic young girl who adores blood. They are often paired together for missions due to Villain!Deku’s intelligence and Toga’s quirk. Villain!Deku is also one of the only people who can ‘control’ Toga, although that would be a loose term. The two have a good relationship, by villain standards anyways. For they’re twin terrors whom enjoy tormenting both Civilians and Pro-Heroes alike. However, neither of them were prepared for the day in which you would enter their lives. Ground Zero thwarted their plan that day, much to Villain!Deku’s irritation. Still, they had a chance at beating him, it was two highly skilled villains against one pro-hero, the odds were in their favour. As Villain!Deku and Ground Zero went toe-to-toe, each aided by their gear and quirk specifically, Toga went in from behind. Unexpectedly, she was blown away when a small grenade shaped in the form of a jagged black bird.

This caught Villain!Deku’s attention, allowing Ground Zero to land a blow. Toga quickly regained her sense, scanning the area for where it came from. Then you swooped down, clad in a primarily black suit, save for a bat symbol done with your favourite colour, with a cape attached and a mask with two bat years covering almost your entire face. Toga was intrigued, launching into an attack while introducing herself. You said nothing, blocking and then counterattacking. Although she put up a good fight, she was outmatched. Villain!Deku and Ground Zero seemed to be on even grounds, but neither him nor Toga were going to allow for a chance of being captured. Instead, they aimed an attack at a group of civilians who failed to flee, distracting you both and giving them the chance to escape.

When they returned, they were admonished for their failure. But neither of them paid any mind to it, being to distracted by your presence. Who were you? Where had you come from? How were you so skilled? Was your quirk enabling you to do so? Questions fluttered through Villain!Deku’s mind, while Toga mainly thought of getting to taste your blood. Despite conducting extensive research on you and your identity, all that came up was that you were an unknown masked sidekick of Ground Zero’s. Irritation filled Villain!Deku, he wanted to know something, anything about you that would’ve given him an edge over you, let him create a million different contingency plans so that he could ruin you, another precious little hero who only benefits off the suffering of others. His want grows into need as he furthers his research on you, fighting you one on one, obsessively reading every article, listening to every morsel of gossip, every rumour that spreads, yet nothing save for theories. No solid knowledge at all, he knows nothing about you, and that drives him insane.

Her colleague’s frustration increases Toga’s initial interest. How funny, she thinks, it would be if she found your identity first. Villain!Deku constantly fought with Ground Zero, leaving you for Toga. She often tried to goad you into revealing pieces of information to her. Of course she didn’t succeed but she got you to grunt and sigh, which is more than you did for Villain!Deku, who you tended to ignore. Despite your immense skill, nobody is flawless. You were bound to make a mistake once, ans it just happened to be with Toga. You left an opening, allowing her to nick you for a tiny droplet of blood. Eagerly, Toga consumed it. Ans she swears that she ascended to heaven right then and there. Your blood was the most delicious thing she had tasted, more addicting and sweeter than the sweetest drop of nectar. However, just a moment after she tasted it, Toga felt a sharp sear of pain and fell to the ground. As she spasmed, you stood tall, glancing down at her with your mask.

“Poison,” you informed her gruffly.

Although she was in intense pain, Toga felt a stab of delight. She’d gotten you to talk! Oh, you sounded just as rough and as gravely as she thought you would! Before you could apprehend her, Toga was swept away by Villain!Deku as they escaped once more. Villain!Deku was both livid and amazed that Toga had gotten you to talk. He listened to her account impatiently, showering her with questions, urging for more information once she’d healed. He was disappointed that he had not heard you himself, but oh well. After all, he knew something about you. No longer did you remain an innocuous phantom haunting him, instead you were human, a mortal being that spoke in a deep and rough tone. Yet no further information would come from you, at least not to him. You preferred to indulge Toga, grunting, sighing, and rarely offering one-worded answers in response to her pestering. Toga adored this, viewing you and her as equals, bonded by an unbreakable bond that was only made for you two, the moment she sampled your sweet blood. You were her arch-rival. Villain!Deku had Ground Zero, that insufferable prick, but she had you in all your glory.

Villain!Deku, on the other hand, despised this. He was far more intriguing than Toga, the immature school girl who raved about blood. He was an intellect, like you, he knew that Bakugo would never formulate plans as complex as the recent ones you both acted out. No, that was you. You were the one who outsmarted him, who fought like him, who knew to poison your blood while you fought Toga, who deserved him. He yearned for you, for your acknowledgment. Yet he was cast aside for Toga, the miscreant. Oh but he would not let that stop him, not when you happened to work for a blond oaf who could reveal everything Villain!Deku wanted to know. Even though he’s grown, Bakugo Katsuki maintained that same childish rage. It was easy to rile him up, get him to unknowingly reveal what Villain!Deku wanted to know. All it took was a little bit of goading. And how amusing it was to see the mighty Ground Zero quiver with rage. And what a delightful surprise it was when he finally shouted, “They’re quirkless Deku!”

Oh, what a wonderful surprise. You were a quirkless hero, something he once dared to dream about, only you did it. He laughed maniacally as you ran over to your trusted Ground Zero, who was stunned at himself. You were quirkless, like him! What a brilliant, brilliant little thing you were. If Villain!Deku didn’t want you before, he certainly did now. As he gazed around him, he knew the battle was lost, yet he won. He had won much more than he originally set out too, he’d won it all. Both Villain!Deku’s and Toga’s obsession sprang into full peak in the following days. After your boss’ reveal you distanced yourself from him, giving your admirers more time to spend with you. Toga flirted, teased, pricked and prodded at you in a bid to gain your attention. Villain!Deku, on the other hand, laid out various traps and tricks in attempt to impress you via his intelligence. Yet despite their best attempts, neither could get the attention they vied for.

Unable to capture your attention, they aimed to capture you literally. Villain!Deku compiled all of his knowledge of you, formulating a plan to finally foil you once and for all. Unfortunately for him, Toga caught wind of the plan. If anyone was going to capture you, it would be her. When the time came to enact his plan, Villain!Deku had almost succeeded, almost had you in his grasp. That was until Toga came in, giving you the chance to escape which you took gladly. Fuming, Villain!Deku flew at her in a rage, breaking out of his cold persona. How dare she do this, how dare she stop him from fully having you! They fought viciously until other pro-heroes came. Then, both disappeared, leaving behind ruins and a blossoming, bloody rivalry. Their rivalry is extremely intense. Each one sabotaging the other’s plan, resulting in more altercations, which seem to get progressively bloodier each time. You caught on to this rivalry and began manipulating it to your advantage, milking information out of one or the other. Even without the sabotage, they wouldn’t have caught you as you grew more elusive, more smart, which drove both even more insane. Perhaps they could’ve caught you had they worked together from the start, but alas, you have already made multiple different contingency plans in case of that happening. Although it never would, since neither are willing to share.

Yandere Deku ( or the dilf himself Aizawa) difference between Platonic and Romantic

tw: yandere themes, punishments, dark themes, slight spoilers, mentions of stabbing

Romantic Yandere Deku is more intense than Platonic Yandere Deku. If he’s romantically involved with you, then Deku is very in your face type of yandere. He’s far more clingy and nervous.

I imagine that he would fall for a kinder darling, most likely due to all the bullying he’s endured for being quirkless. Especially if they stood up for him. Romantic Yandere Deku is also less lenient than Platonic Yandere Deku, though both are pretty laid back in yandere terms. This is based of Canon Deku though, so it’d be quite different if he were a villain.

Romantic Yandere Villain!Deku is an actual menace. He’s far more possessive and controlling, having been twisted with the cruelty of the world. He doesn’t have a specific type, it’ll depend on the circumstances he meets you. Know if you met before he turned into a villain, then, again, kind darling. Or maybe you tormented Villain!Deku alongside Bakugou. Villain!Deku is the way he is because of you, all these crimes he’s committed are your fault. You should be held accountable. In a scenario like that then he’d be far more cruel. As for punishments, they would be far harsher, remember Mafia Boss!Sukuna? Yeah.

If you met him after he became a villain then you’d most likely be a hero, one who fights against him and has a distinct personality. There are plenty of self-righteous do-gooders, yet you’d stick out. Maybe you’re a true hero, a little underrated, but you’re not in it for money or glory, you just want to save people. Or, you’re a rogue vigilante, troubled by a dark past, a kindred soul if you will. If Villain!Deku were to fall for a civilian darling, then you’d probably take on another “heroic” role like a nurse of police officer. Regardless, Villain!Deku is fascinated by you, and he wants you all for himself. You can be certain that one Romantic Yandere Villain!Deku gets his hands on you, he won’t let go.

Now Platonic Yandere Villain!Deku? That’s a wild card. He’s certainly softer than Romantic Yandere Villain!Deku. In terms of what type of darling, it’s irrelevant. It doesn’t matter who you were before, you’re either his now. Punishments aren’t physical, Villain!Deku would never. It’s more manipulation tactics, isolation and all that. Anything to drive you into his arms. Villain!Deku will also spoil his platonic darling more.

Now, for the difference between Romantic Yandere Aizawa and Platonic Yandere Aizawa is more subtle. Romantic Yandere Aizawa is still more protective than possessive. However, Romantic Yandere Aizawa is also more harsh. His tolerance towards your disobedience is far less than it would be with a platonic darling. I don’t feel like he’d have a type of darling, though he might be more inclined to fall in love with a childhood friend of his. Aizawa would also be more inclined to kidnap his romantic darling. He’d be far more restrictive and controlling as well.

Platonic Yandere Aizawa is softer and more clingy with his darling. You’re the light of his life, his darling, sweet angel. I mean, he knows that you can do wrong, but he kind of ignores it. You could stab someone in front of him and he’ll literally be getting rid of the evidence while cooing at you. The one thing that will set him off is you being hurt, Aizawa’s lost so much he won’t lose you too.