gallant-basilisk

[gallant-basilisk]

Hello may I request Poly Todobakudeku with a reader who has a deer personality like they are Shy, sensitive, interested in nature, gentle, innocent and unique. They can sense danger and fear of getting hurt so due to being scared of getting harm they will actually obey their commands. Thank you !

*Insert objectively funny/ relatable commentary about the request*

Reader has a sort-of future-seeing quirk, where they can foresee danger, though there's only so much you can do with knowledge alone...

TW for a little creepiness (nothing major)

"Y/N!" Your name rang out from an angry mouth somewhere from the depths of the darkness, a boyish chuckle following it up as careful, calculated steps approached. Closer and closer...

You'd find Bakugou to be quite intimidating on any day, really, but today... What you feel isn't fear or a bit of nervousness – it's terror. The way his voice reverberates in your ears, the lingering anger and frustration painfully clear as you swallow down a nervous squeak, crawling on the floor pathetically. Your eyes flick to the mass of dark shadows of desks and tables between you, the only barrier blocking the blond from noticing your shaking form making an escape.

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You could feel the steps he took, each time his foot landed on the ground with a soft thump, ever closer to you – in the back of your mind, a voice screeches at you and you listen without a second thought. You spring on your feet and gracefully run over to the nearest door, which you enter and slam shut – the small plaque falling down from its front from the force, Midoriya Izuku.

You fumble to lock the door, but the moment the lock clicks you feel a certain weight lifted off your chest, releasing a relieved breath... Only to then hear that voice, your instinct once more scream at you. An image flashes before your eyes, a certain voice speaking to you... The warmth of a body pressed against yours...

And then you hear the soft thump of a step – you know, without having to turn around, who it is. This moment played out in your mind like a film only a second before – Midoriya calls out to you, your name rolling off his tongue with a lingering sweetness and adoration as his form stops behind you, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck in a disturbingly intimate fashion. He takes another step forward, his firm chest flush against your back, taking in, inhaling your floral scent as his cheek rests on your shoulder, his nose brushing against your neck as he reaches one hand to wrap around your waist, the other to the lock. He unlocks it softly, but the click rings in the back of your head like an alarm, barely registering his murmured words laced with madness. "Is it your natural smell, little lamb? The scent of flowers and fresh air... I never thought I could love a smell so much. God, even your sweat is so–– ugh~ I wish I could smell you forever..." He chuckles, his breath on your skin giving you goosebumps.

Not even a moment passes before the handle turns down and softly opens, a certain blond coming into your view. A smirk rests on his face, his eyes narrowing down at you with a mixture of excitement and disappointment... He wanted to chase you, to hunt you down, so the fact that you got caught so easily made him feel a tad disappointed in you. But the way you looked at him, with that doe-like twinkle in your bright and soft eyes, made his own gaze soften, a cocky scoff leaving him. Even if your gaze was only filled with fear, that didn't bother him.

"I guess you were right, Deku... To think it'd be so easy to lure you into our trap..." He says calmly, with an underlying excitement, waiting for any sudden escape attempt from you, the palms of his hands crackling and glowing in the otherwise dark room. "Didn't even need Icy-hot in the end!" He adds with a chuckle, his tone as mocking as usual, but... Far more terrifying than you usually perceived.

Midoriya simply hums as he takes one more deep breath, then detaches himself from you, his scarred hands ghosting over your waist as he pulls them back.

You're free... In the technical sense at least. But even without anyone here to physically hold you down you still don't dare move, sandwiched between the two... Your feet feel stuck, like they planted themselves into the floor – as shaky as they are –, your entire body frozen in place as the voice in the back of your mind keeps meekly whispering – escape, run away. Though strangely enough that little voice that always screams in the face of danger and killing intent is now whispering inside your head, confused by the lack of it. It seems even your otherwise reliable quirk cannot comprehend being hunted, yet not facing lethal danger, though that doesn't offer you any confidence for a chance to escape unscathed. The subtle crackle popping from Bakugou's palm make your muscles stiffen, nervous about the prospect of receiving a hit from him...

You peer over your shoulder, listening intently as Midoriya pulls out his phone and taps on the screen for an agonizing minute before returning his attention to you. "Aww, what's wrong?" A soft laugh escaped his lips, smiling creepily as his gaze met your nervous one. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, nodding to Bakugou to communicate something. You remain silent, swallowing down the forming lump in your throat, clasping your hands together and pressing them against your chest as a way to show you weren't planning to do anything that might warrant them to become physical. Bakugou rolls his eyes at this, while Midoriya just smiles at you, the same innocent smile he always flashed at everyone... Stomach churning.

You didn't dare move your feet, not even shifting your stance. You wanted to look harmless, so that they wouldn't harm you.

That was your fear – pain. One might call you cowardly for such a pathetic fear, but you're not dumb, you know nobody wants to be hurt, especially if it is something that can be avoided. Especially not you... Besides, you went through enough before in your life – if these men had no intentions to hurt you, physically at least, then you'd be a fool to try to escape and risk changing their mind. Not that you'd have much of a chance anyway, three versus one, and one of those three is someone who has analyzed the hell out of you and your quirk and can always use it against you – yeah, you have no chance for escaping them. That doesn't make this fact any easier to accept, no matter how much sense it all makes, it's still a shitty thing, but you figure it's better to keep these sorts of thoughts to yourself.

You release a shaky breath, looking between Bakugou and Midoriya anxiously, confused as the two seem to be waiting for something. The tense silence is eventually interrupted by Bakugou's booming voice, talking louder than needed. "Where's the other idiot?" Midoriya lets out a soft breath as he walks forward and intertwines your hands, dragging you out of the room with a frightening grip, gesturing to Bakugou to follow you two. "I've already texted him Kacchan." He turns to glance at Bakugou briefly, grinning from ear-to-ear, the action making your stomach fill with butterflies, and not the good kind. "He's waiting in a limo outside – we can give only the best for our Forest Fawn after all!" He squeezes your hand to emphasize something... Maybe their newly acquired ownership over you.

You don't struggle as he continues dragging you, eventually slowing down as he realizes you're struggling to keep up with him. "Y/N, you should've told me I was going too fast! What would I've done if you were to fall?" "You'd wish they'd break their legs, so they won't run and you can cater to them 24/7... I know you more than anyone, nerd." Bakugou suddenly grabs your other hand, his grip firm and his palm a bit sweaty, which makes you more nervous than disgusted, afraid one wrong word would make him blow your hand off from your wrist. "Though we don't need to wait for an accident to make sure our little lamb doesn't run away..." He says in a cold tone, his expression darkening as he stares at you. You gulp, averting your gaze to the ground as you let the two drag you outside, eventually ushering you into a rather luxurious limousine.

Passerbys don't bat much of an eye to you – silently climbing into the vehicle –, they're more concerned to catch a glimpse of any of the three heroes around you. You briefly glance around to see a large crowd, most likely unaware of your situation but your chin is soon harshly grabbed by Bakugou, the blond glaring at you sharply as he leans down, whispering into your ear so nobody else can hear him, "Eyes forward, little Fawn... Unless you want me to melt those pretty little eyes..." He blows a breath into your ear, one of his hands gripping your shoulder as he pushes you down on a seat. You don't object, the cold sense of being abandoned making you lower your head, the sound of excited squeals and praises from the unaware crowd only barely registering. Your hands are placed on your lap, scratching at themselves as Bakugou, then Midoriya enters the limo, sitting on either side of you.

An uncomfortable atmosphere enveloping the relatively comfortable space inside as you finally gather the courage to raise your head, already aware of the warm hand reaching out and cradling your face. "Thank you for not struggling." Todoroki says calmly, a slight smile on his lips as his thumb caresses your lips, gently pushing your lower lip down and you only barely manage to stop yourself from slapping his hand away... Though you sort of wish you had the courage to, the way he's touching your face, inspecting you like some sort of prize-winning animal or object makes you feel incredibly humiliated. Not to mention the way Bakugou and Midoriya watch you silently, scanning your shaking form, the flicker of anger in your eyes and the soft noise of distress you let out... So disgusting.

Your eyes flick up and meet Todoroki's, the calm, unbothered look in his gaze making the hair on the back of your neck stand in alarm, your nails digging into the fabric of your pants, barely scraping your thighs. You immediately avert your gaze, swallowing down the lump in your throat as Todoroki stops his intrusion, his hand returning to his side as he sits down in front of you. The engine revs and the limousine pulls out softly, the feeling almost eerily serene...

Strangely enough, the moment the thought – I'm stuck now - crosses your mind it feels as though your lungs feel lighter and the ringing in your ears weakens as though your body was telling you everything'll be fine...

There's some sort of surreal comfort in it...

[gallant-basilisk]

Heyyy can I request a fanfic of bakugou (mha) with an s/o that age regresses (the sfw type) when stressed and overwhelmed? Like having trouble learning for a school subject or the similar, going into that regression state where bakugou comforts the s/o and overall trys and make them feel better. I hope it’s not too much or difficult ^^

Okay, so I've never written an age regression, so please pardon me!

Also, my writing is a little rusty... Btw, I'm back... As is the norm for me I've ended up ghosting y'all 'cause I put too much pressure on myself, but I think I've got things under control... Hopefully... Point is, I won't have expectations for myself to deliver weekly for example, so hopefully I won't have another burn-out like this one anymore.

Imma do all the requests you've sent me before (a long, long time ago), then i think I'll implement some changes/ new stuff

I'm considering making a poll listing some fandoms (video games and animes mostly) to expand what fandoms I write for

+ I'm also considering posting fan art here, but we'll see! ☺️

"Ghfuu..!" Your eyes skim through the sentences on the paper laid out before you, chewing on the end of the pen held in your trembling hand, and you know you're supposed to know how to solve the problem, but you don't. Somehow, no matter how many times you reread that block of text something just falls apart when you try to put it into a simple math equation. That's gotta be it, simple, easy, not at all a problem. So why? Why do you not get it? You know you're not dumb. So you really don't get why...

You have a test tomorrow, you know it's important and it's really stressing you out. But it also makes you angry at yourself- why did you choose to leave doing this to the very last moment? You knew long before how much you struggled with math already, so why didn't you start earlier? Instead, you chose to ignore it and now, sitting at your desk so late at night, you feel so mad and frustrated.

You swing your legs under the desk in frustration, feeling a thick lump in your throat as your vision blurs. You throw your pen against the wall with as much force as you can muster and bring your hands up to your eyes, desperately trying to stop the tears from welling up in your eyes and escaping.

You grit your teeth as you bite down any noises trying to escape your throat, but you can't be bothered to lessen the strength or frequency of yours kicks against the foot of your desk, the frustrated thumps heard even from outside your room.

A soft whimper is all Bakugou hears as he swings the door of your room open, ready to yell at you for making so much noise, but he freezes as he sees you in this state - distressed, inattentative. He quietly closes the door and clicks his tongue, seemingly deciding something in his head as he stalks over to your sniffling, slouched form, your back turned towards him.

"Y/N..." He calls out softly - a stark contrast to his usual explosive personality - and leans down to be level with your face, patiently waiting for any sort of reaction or acknowledgement of his presence from you.

You see him, from the corner of your eyes, but you immediately whip your head to the other side, not wanting him to see you like this. "Go away...." You mumble under your breath, the sentence filled with a childish tone of frustration as you curl up on your chair, laying your cheek on your knees as you hug them closer to yourself.

Instead of insulting you or calling you some name, as you had expected him to do, Bakugou simply sighs and continues staring at you, which frustrates you, for a reason you can't explain. "Don't... Bakugou, stop!" You hiss, waving your hand in front of him to get him to leave you alone. "Y/N, stop with the tantrum." He says firmly, his tone eerily calm as he tilts his head just the slightest bit. His eyes scan the way you sit, how you try to curl up to the best of your abilities, how your body trembles from your shaky breaths as you sniffle, trying to hold back your tears. Then he looks over at your desk, narrowing his eyes at the paper filled with moderately easy math problems. He releases another tired exhale as he sees a few darkened damp spots on the sheet, the marks of your tears, then he looks back at you.

He straightens up and looks around the desk, quickly spotting your pen that rolled right up to your trash can. He picks it up and places it neatly on the paper, waiting for a few seconds as he thinks of what to do next.

"Y/N, baby... Look at me..." He places a hand on your head, gently stroking your scalp and twirling his fingers into your hair, careful not to pull it. "Teddy bear..." He whispers softly, a small smile on the edge of his lips as his hand slides down your face and holds the side of your cheek as it were the most delicate thing, slowly tilting your head to look at him. "Baby, what's wrong?" He wipes a single tear from your eye with his thumb and strokes your skin under your eye as he stares at you with a loving gaze, something entirely reserved just for you.

You let out a frustrated huff as you stare at him, the corners of your eyes red. You pout, but keep silent as you look away, crossing your arms. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need help with." He says teasingly, offering you a smile as his other hand joins in holding your face, gently stroking under your eyes. You huff, grimacing at his words.

Upon realising you wouldn't tell him in a straightforward way he tilts his head towards your table and leans down closer to you, his voice much more quiet and softer than before. "Do you want..." Bakugou takes a deep breath, mustering all his mental strength to keep up this gentle front. "Do you want Pom-pom to help you with homework, teddy bear?" He takes a moment to add, "Or do you want something else right now?"

You wipe your tears and swallow, trying to force back your crying, but failing miserably. You try to speak, but your words come out as incoherent babbles, which makes Bakugou chuckle as he looks at you in an adoring way. "Do you not want to do homework right now?" You shake your head, sniffling as you continue desperately wiping your eyes. "Figured." He lets a short laugh before snaking his arms under your knees and behind your back, picking you up and cradling you close to his chest. You immediately cling to him, grasping his shirt in your hands as you lean your head on his shoulder, still crying a little. "It's okay, teddy bear, you don't need to do your homework right now, I'm sure it can wait." You look at him with a frustrated expression, wiping your face in his shirt, smearing your tears and a little bit of your snot on it. "That.... that was uncalled for." He huffs, his voice a little angry, but he tries his best to conceal it as he carries you out of the room.

"What would teddy bear would like to do, hm? Sleep?" You shake your head, biting your lip uncertainly. "Take a walk?" You shake your head again. "Okay, then how about taking a nice, warm bubble bath, and I set up a tablet so you can watch a cartoon while taking a bath?" He offers as he makes his way to the bathroom, swaying you in his arms gently. You nod as your crying softens to sniffling and one of your hands snakes up to play with his spiky hair, loving the funny texture of it as you smile.

He nuzzles your face with his own, not caring about the dampness of your cheeks as a giggle escapes you, your other hand placed on his face, playfully pushing it away. "Pom-pom..." You exhale calmly, still playing with his hair as your eyes flutter and your other hand falls down to his neck, lazily wrapping around it. He winces as he hears the name from your mouth, still not quite accustomed to being called that.

"Teddy bear.." He whispers as he shakes you a little and you open your eyes, recognizing the familiar tiling of the bathroom as Bakugou places you down carefully, holding you up until he's certain you're awake (and willing) enough to stay upright by yourself. "I'm going to run your bath, you can bring any toys you want, if you wanna play with them..." He offered as he walked over to the bathtub and turned the faucet. You nod a bit more enthusiastically as you skip over to the cabinets and open them, excitedly taking out a bunch of toys in one fell swoop and bringing them to Bakugou, who simply looks at you gently as he helps you arrange the toys on the edge of the bathtub. You jump excitedly, feeling impatient as the bathtub filling up feels like it's taking ages, looking at Bakugou with a pout. "Teddy bear, I can't do anything about it..." He says, stroking your head. You roll your eyes and pace around. The logical part of you is, well, sort-of aware of how childish you're being, so you try to tone it down a little. Though the longer you try to behave, the more it seems the bathtub is not filling fast enough and the more difficult it becomes to stay put.

You groan exaggaratedly, throwing your head back and staring at Bakugou, your face inches from him. "Y/N." He warns, briefly glancing at you before returning to tapping the tablet's screen. You let out an annoyed noise as you go around and peer over his shoulder, leaning up against him. Your hand reaches out to point at your favourite cartoon, which Bakugou humors by ruffling your hair then promptly positioning the tablet on the tablet-holder mounted on the wall.

"Happy?" He asks with a hint of irritation, but his eyes remain kind as he looks at you nodding your head, then gestures behind himself to the tub. "Your bath's ready, the towel, toys are here and you can watch your cartoon. Now be a good teddy bear and enjoy the bubble bath, yeah?" "Yeah!" You jump up enthusiastically, giggling. "Alright. I'll be right outside. If you need anything, just call out. Got it?" "Got it." "Great, good teddy bear. I'm proud of ya for being so well-behaved." You avert your gaze in embarrassment, smiling awkwardly as Bakugou leaves and closes the door.

[...]

You giddily skipped down the stairs, four plushies smothered in your arms as you quickly make your way to the couch in the living room and throw yourself on it, landing on three of the plushies, while the fourth falls to the floor. "Careful, sweetie, you might hurt yourself jumping around like that." Bakugou laughs, having grown a little more accustomed to your behaviour and feeling more receptive of your childishness.

He places down a bunch of food, snacks and some take-out he ordered whilst you were enjoying your bath, plopping down beside you and pulling a large blanket over the both of you. One of his arms reaches out and pulls you into is side, leaning his chin on the top of your head, letting out a long sigh.

Today was definitely exhausting for him, not being very good at remaining this calm for hours, but he was more than willing to do it for you.

He just prays the next time you won't be even more unruly.

[gallant-basilisk]

"Impactful accident"

Just a small drabble, nothing specific :)

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"Mina, what did you do?" Momo asked the girl with concern as she stepped up to her. The girl whipped her head around, her pink skin noticeably redder around her teary eyes than normal. "...I didn't mean to...... It was an accident— I'm sorry, please!" She pleaded, her eyes erratically jumping between Momo and the girl hiding behind her. Momo raised an arm, separating the two, although there was only pity in her expression, she still didn't let Mina approach her.....

You.

"Y/N.." A meek voice, unrecognizable without its usual cheery and confident vibe escaped the girl's throat.

You took a step to the left and hesitantly brushed some strands of hair from your face— although the bandages still blocked your vision, effectively nullifying the action—, glaring at her through the small gaps made for you to see through.

You're mad, that's clear. You know that. Momo knows that. Mina knows that. But neither of the two can offer you a solution. Neither of them can help cool down your sizzling thoughts and boiling blood, all demanding compensation. It was only fair. It would only be fair. And it's so infuriating to know you'll never receive it. Not even because of a mistake you made. But one that wasn't yours, it was Mina's. It is Mina's fault. So why do you have to be the one to suffer the consequences?

You pull your hands into fists, your well-kept nails — although short — managing to puncture the thin skin and drawing blood. You spare a glance to your side, head pointed towards Mina and rigidly still — Momo's looking at your face, well, what she can see with the thick layers of bandages concealing it, so you know she hasn't yet noticed the thin lines of blood traveling down your hands, collecting into one big patch at the bottom and quietly pooling on the floor beside your legs.

It helped, a little bit. The small stinging in your palms offered some sort of 'breath of relief' though every glance towards the pink girl relit the fire inside you. Her pitiful, sad expression never once made you question the validity of your anger,— even though you admit she did kind of look like a kicked dog. It didn't matter.

Whether what she did was intentional or not does not matter right now.

"Mina, please. Y/N won't say anything..." Momo asked quietly, afraid of setting you off or scaring her. "I..." She gulped, gaze flicking between you and her, "I asked the girls if they wanted to spar with me, and—and you weren't here, I don' (k)now where you, where you were, but not, you were not here an—and——" "Mina!" Momo put her hand on her shoulder and wiped stray tears from her eyes with her other hand. "Calm down, take a deep.breath and don't rush." She flashed a reassuring smile, then took a step back as she waited patiently for Mina to continue.

Mina took a deep breath, a way bigger one than Momo meant, and released it in a long exhale. She repeated this for a few more times, then after a final sigh she looked into the ravenette's eyes.

"I wanted to practice with someone this morning— like I said, you weren't here, but I asked everyone else— but only Y/N agreed——" "Oh, no.." Momo mumbled under her breath, her eyes immediately snapping to you. The pity in how she looked at you was anything but comforting. "... So, we went outside to spar and, well I——I was hasty, I didn't wait for her to get ready........." She falls silent and looks down, her body trembling slightly.

"Mina..!" Momo pulled her into a tight embrace, murmuring small words of reassurence as she rocked her side-to-side.

"It won't heal!" You shout suddenly at the two, lost in their own worlds where Mina's the victim and you didn't exist, apparently. They froze, slowly looking at you in silence. "You fucked me up!" "Y/N, calm down, please." Momo pleaded, truly meaning nothing else with her words, yet it didn't change the end result. Also, how does she not realise telling an angry person to calm down isn't gonna have the effect she wants. "CALM DOWN?! MINA FUCKED UP MY FACE!! MY LIFE!" You glare at the two, though you can no longer tell what kind of expression they're making as your vision blurs. Your bandages absorb most of your tears, but it really doesn't change how miserable you feel. How miserable you are.

"Momo, what the hell??" You turn to the girl, her form only appearing as smaller-bigger puddles of colours in your eyes. Your voice loses stability, power and it's becoming increasingly difficult to speak or breathe properly. It's so difficult to stop crying, to be calm when you feel like your whole life's falling apart. Even when it's not, in the present, you can't see it.

You're sad, or angry, maybe tired... You can't really tell which anymore, but a turmoil of emotions is blooming inside you and it just pisses you off how you're unable to do anything.

[...]

[gallant-basilisk]

From the previous req:

How would yanderes Denki, Erasermic (poly) react to the reader being cold and barely talking to them after they kidnapped her and when one day they suddenly they come home injured, reader has tears in her eyes and patches them up, telling them that they’re stupid and should be more careful

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Yandere!EraserMic X Reader

"...If you don't talk I won't help you." This was the last threat Hizashi made to you before stomping out of the room and slamming the door. A couple seconds passed and you heard the familiar noise of the door locking. Only then did you finally sigh a breath of cold air and tucked your head between your knees, listening to the muffled voices of the two.

"She's been doing this for a month now," Hizashi threw his hands up in a violent motion and turned towards Aizawa, who was groggily sipping from his coffee, "I thought she would've understood everything was for her own good, but she still refuses to even speak!" Barely holding back desperate tears, the blond bit his lip and stared at Aizawa with expectant eyes. "What do you want me to do– Ground her?" "I usually love jokes, any time really, but this is not anytime." The ravenette let out a scratchy groan and placed the mug on the table. "In a way—she's like you." "Seriously, if you–" "So," Aizawa interjected and cradled Hizashi's chin, stroking his thumb on his lower lip, "She'll pout and sulk to punish the people who care about her, but.. Just let her be for now. She wants to be alone, so let's leave her alone."

He leaned in for a gentle, innocent kiss—just a quick peck on Hizashi's lips and smirked. "She'll realize—eventually—how much she needs us..." With that he left, leaving the pouty blond in the middle of the room. His eyes wandered down to the coffee mug Aizawa was drinking from earlier and he briefly thought of how it tasted so ironically sweet.

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You listened intently to the muffled noises from outside and held your breath as either Aizawa or Hizashi walked past your door and probably knocked some things over.

It's 23:27 and 42 seconds right now—44, 45—you hate how you know exactly how many seconds past it is. Ever since a few days ago—when Hizashi tried initiating a conversation with you (for the last time)—neither he nor Aizawa came by to entertain you and it has become painfully obvious how bored put of your mind you actually were. You never had much trouble being alone for long periods of time, but it does make quite the difference to have a phone or computer at hand—your only source of entertainment currently being; sleeping and watching the clock on the wall. Quite boring and/or maddening.

"Ugh... For duck's sake!" Oh, that's definitely Aizawa. "..Y/N," You gasped audibly and threw your blanket over yourself, in an attempt to hide—not that he would've been able to see you through the door anyway, "I know you're up, you're loud." The door unlocked and in stepped Aizawa. You sighed and begrudgingly crawled out of the bed, freezing as you registered the sight before you.

Aizawa's clothes were torn (and burnt) and he held his left arm, where blood seeped through the fabric of what remained of his clothes. "What happened to you!?" His expression was dark and he averted his eyes, chewing the inside of his mouth. "You know how to treat injuries, right?" The rough voice snapped you out of your daze and you quickly nodded, attempting to examine his injury— for a moment completely forgetting your situation—, but was quickly stilled by Aizawa raising his hand in front of you. "I can't treat you if you don't let me." You huffed and watched intently as the man stepped to the side and nodded to outside your room. "I'm.. Hizashi needs—he's in a worse state than I am," he sighed and glanced at you with expectant eyes, "please."

You begin to ponder, why didn't they go to Recovery Girl or a hospital if they were this injured. Unless they were attacked here.....

"You kidnapped me and held me captive ever since.." You blurt out, only realising you had said it out loud when you met his gaze. He looks at you with a scowl and deeply furrowed brows. "We wanted to keep you safe." He states matter of factly. "I could just leave—you're in no state to stop me." He didn't say anything, but instead stared at you with intensity. "...I've definitely gone mad," you mumbled more to yourself and snorted, but it still reached the ravenette's ears, "where is he—and where're the medical supplies." He contemplated for a few seconds before speaking again. "He's in the living room, on the couch.. As for the supplies—you can find them in the bathroom...."

~~~~~ Skip to you entering the living room, because I haven't written for a long time and I don't know what to write oof ~~~~~

You stepped outside of the room and turned back to him. "Where is the bathroom—and the living room?" "Right." He began limping away and you reluctantly followed him, mildly surprised about Aizawa not looking back at you even once.

Did he, for some weird reason, trust you or did he just not think you were capable of escaping...?

You didn't freeze this time at the sight of the other male—neither did he, but for a completely different reason.

"Why did you bring her here??" He shot up from his spot and was immediately shoved back by Aizawa, who just barely hid his own little wince of pain. "You need to be treated immediately, so please for the love of god—sit still." You commanded and hummed contently when the man made no signs of retaliation, ignoring the relieved smile on his face. Did he miss your voice this badly? "I already told you......." Aizawa whispered something into his ear and swiftly returned to your side—ready to provide help. You quickly helped the blond out of his clothes—fortunately for your racing heart he only had injuries above the waist—meaning you only had to get rid of his shirt and jacket before closely examining them.

"...so, care to explain what happened?" You grumbled to Aizawa, ignoring the overly excited blond's attempts at conversing. "Villain attack nearby." "I thought you were professionals.." You snort, loving the insulted faces the men displayed, one of which turned into an exaggerated hiss of pain as you focused on cleaning a particularly deep cut in Hizashi's side. "Five bastards headed in this direction..." Aizawa whispered, looking at you with a rarely seen gentleness in his eyes and you'd swear the feeling in your throat— which not long ago felt like bile rising up— now felt like something was stuck inside, the exact feeling you always felt before you began bawling like a child. You turned back to Hizashi, hoping to meet with the same goofy and carefree expression you always did, but all you received was just another punch to the gut— he smiled at you tenderly, a comforting calmness surrounding his character.

They protected you... You lower your head to hide your face from them, your vision blurry as you carefully clean the last small cuts and bruises on Hizashi's stomach. They're awful, seriously, why are you even crying!? They don't deserve your forgiveness. Stupid, stupid, stupid!!! They deserve these injuries. Why are you even helping them???

"Fucking idiot..." You whisper to yourself, desperately ordering yourself to stop crying which only makes you break down even more. You push against the warm arms attempting to embrace you and you scream over their soothing words.

"It's not fair!" You squeak between harsh gasps, "this isn't fair...!" You trash against their hold, you claw at anything that you get your hands on and you shout incoherent insults at the two— they simply hold you in their embrace, where they know you're safe, and whisper soothing words of love without losing a hint of gentleness from their voice, no matter the insult you throw at them, no matter the scratches and bruises you give them. You remain like that for minutes, then hours until you finally run out of tears to shed, until your head feels like it's ripping apart and until your voice only remains as an occasional gasp of air. Until you finally lay your head against a chest— you don't know which of the two, and frankly, you truly don't care anymore— and your eyes fall shut, heavy sleep overtaking your exhausted body.

"Good night, love.." Two voices whispered perfectly in sync as you fell unconscious, your lips pulling into a small smile.

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HEY, HELLO I wanted to ask if you can do and todobakudeku x Yandere!reader but if you have done this already plese tag me in it and also, I love your writing <3

TodoBakuDeku X Yandere!Reader

(First time writing yan reader, apologies in advance)

Here's a quick heads-up! I'm only finishing this half finished fic and I'm not doing any editing to what was already written, therefore you may come across grammatical errors and a sudden change in story-telling.

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"Good morning Momo, Uraraka!" You ran up to the two, tackling them in a hug. "Good morning, Y/N," Uraraka yawned and her lips tugged into a tired smile. "You seem unusually excited today. Did something happen?" "Ah, well.. no.. not yet, at least." "Ooh!" The brunette exclaimed with new found energy, "something's gonna happen today?" "I presume it's something good..?" Came Momo's addition and you pondered for a moment—what to say, exactly. "I actually have something to ask from you guys.. can we--" "Alright problem children, settle down already.." Aizawa's sudden voice made you jump slightly, and everyone quickly ran to their seats.

A few seconds after taking your seat you felt your phone buzz and checked it cautiously.

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The three musketeers GC

Momo

I'm sorry about earlier. But we can resume the conversation after class...?

Uraraka

There's nothing happening rn, lets just talk here. It seemed like you wanted it to be private anyways @Y/N

You

Yeah, ur right. It also feels more comfortable over text.

Is that okay @Momo?

Momo

If it's that important, then I can't argue. I want to make sure everything's alright with you, since you're my dear friend.

Uraraka

Aww, Momo!

You

Thanks Momo, Uraraka ❤️

Uraraka

Alright, shoot the question bestie

You

😂 Alright, alright

So the thing is..

Ilikesomeonebutidontknowbowtogjfabkuttconfessing

Momo

Uh..

Uraraka

You like someone?? 👀🎉

You

Well, yes

Multiple someones, actually

Momo

I'm not trying to insult you, but what happened?

Uraraka

Come on Momo

They're flustered and just speed wrote 🤭

Momo

I wasn't aware there was something like that 🤔

By the way, @Y/N

You

Yes?

Momo

Who are you talking about? Are they in our class?

You

.. perhaps

Uraraka

OoOoOO

Don't forget any detail!

You

What detail?

Uraraka

Who they are, how many, do you want help choosing between them, etc

You know, what friends usually asks dear friends

You

You guys really like the term dear friend, huh

But I don't want to choose between them

Momo

Y/N I hope you're not thinking about something bad

Uraraka

Huh, wym Mom?

Mom*

Mom*

MOMO

GEEZ

Oops, i mean geez

😵

You

Lol

Momo

Are you.. okay? 😅

Uraraka

Yes, just autocorrect :/

Sorry

Where were we?

Momo

Right

So what did you think about doing Y/N?

You

Ever heard of polyamory? 😐

Momo

How do you know these someones would be polyamorous? Btw, yes, I had

You

That's why I wanted to talk with you guys

You are close to them

Uraraka

Alright, but WHO

You

.....

@Momo

Momo

We can't exactly help if you don't tell us.. 😅

You

😄

Uraraka

😶

Momo

I don't mean to pressure you or anything, just...

You know

Help us help you

You

😥

Fine

Uraraka

Finally!!!!!

Momo

😅

You

So it's kinda awkward, but there's 3 guys

Just um.. don't judge , ok?

Itsmidoriyaandbakugoandtodoroki

Momo

Please type one word at a time

Or space them

It's hard on the eyes

😐

Uraraka

Um

Momo

"It's Midoriya and Bakugou and Todoroki"

Uraraka

OH

Oh.

oh..

Are you sure??

You

Yeah, very 🙈

Momo

Well, I think Midoriya and Todoroki might agree to a polyamorous relationship if they like someone, but I don't know how they feel about you

no offense!

on the other hand Bakugou....

🤔

Well, tbh I don't know him that well

Uraraka

Balugou def not gonna agree

He's the type o guy who keeps his partners for himself and "doesn't like sharing"

Momo

Especially not with those two, yeah.

But @Y/N

You

Hoo boy, here we go

Momo

What?

Yk whatever not gonna question you anymore

But how come you like them all?

I mean, they're.. kinda different, personality and appearance wise. 🤔

You

Yeah, but it's not like I have an exact type either

Momo

Do you ?

I don't remember ever getting involved with your love life

Prior to now, that is

You

Cause I didn't feel this type of intensity before now

🥰

Momo

I see, well

How can we help

...

Speaking of we, @Uraraka

Smth happen?

Uraraka

What no

Y?

Momo

You just acted a bit off

Uraraka

How?

Momo

You didn't bombard Y/N with questions

Uraraka

Still haven't thought of one

It's so sudden

I never even noticed y/n liked someone...

Momo

Well, you have plenty of time to think about questions to ask

But we should help Y/N now

Uraraka

How? 😅

It's not like i or you have any experience, especially with more than one person

You

Ouch 😔

Momo

😅

We can still think of something

No?

Uraraka

If you say so..

I'll chat with you guys once I thought of something

Momo

Alright..

You

Thanks, again

This means a lot to me guys

❤️

Momo

Np 🥰

Uraraka

Yeah

😅

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IRL

You turned off your phone and briefly glanced at Uraraka and Momo. The latter seemed to follow through the lesson without fail after turning her phone off, while Uraraka played with her hair anxiously and chewed her lips. "Heh.." You couldn't help your lips tugging up into a small smirk at the sight of her—hopelessly thinking. Just the sentence "I have a crush on Midoriya" threw her off so much, you wonder what would happen were you to go further.

But it's enough for now.

For now.

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"Y/N.. Y/N..." "Mmm.. yeah..?" You murmured softly—with your head nested on the desk and covered by your arms—, and, after recognizing the oh so familiar voice, you sprung up from your seat so quickly you knocked your chair back. "Midoriya! Hi!" The words left your mouth in the form of sharp breaths. "Ahaha, hi." The flustered boy scratched his face and you quickly apologized for the jumpscare, even going as far as to bow down. Which earned you an embarrassed chuckle from said boy. "I didn't mean to bother you either, just wanted to ask for your help with.. something." Midoriya averted his eyes and you took this chance to quickly scan the classroom, only to realize it was only the two of you in the room. You were happy, but also a bit disappointed that no one could witness Midoriya's adorableness and flustered state, though you'll definitely carve out every bastards' eyes who stole a glance when you finally get the chance to. But your top priority right now was the flustered boy in front of you, with his soft locks of green-black hair partially covering his eyes that glanced up once in a while and an awkward smile resting on his face. The sight of him made you feel as it always did—you could barely suppress the urge to pull him into your chest and pepper kisses on every. single. freckle on his body. The way he'd whimper and needily grab onto you, starving for your touch just as much as you do. You wanted to spoil him, to spoil ALL of them. The way all three boys would gaze up at you with glossy eyes, impatiently waiting for your return when you leave. When they finally realize how much you mean to them they'd throw away any silly dreams or thoughts, like wanting to be the No.1 hero. They don't need to work to gain the fake appreciation of those good for nothing members of society. So long as they--

"As expected, it's unreasonable from me, huh.." What?- Oh, for god's sake, you got lost in your fantasy. Again. Now look at the boy—that adorable pout on his face that makes you want to cup his face and force his mouth open to-- alright, Y/N, get your head out of the gutter. "I'm sorry if I upset you." "No, no no no no no!" Before you could regain your composure, your hands shot out to hold Midoriya's. "..?!" Midoriya's sharp gasp was the one thing that pulled you out of your daze as you kept rubbing his hands, which were unlike his face—rough, scarred and full of experience. There's definitely no way you'd be able to take him on in a one-on-one combat. "So-sorry!" You blurted out, but still didn't let go of his hands. "It's-it's just that--that, you know--you have verynicehands!..." "Um." "I-I.. I'm sorry--that sounded incredibly weirdbutididntmeanitinaweirdway or anything--notthatithinkyoucansaysomethinglikethatwithoutsoundinglikeacreep--but-but--you get it right??" "To-to be honest, you were talking a little bit too quickly. Can you repeat it?" Midoriya flashed an innocent smile making you feel as if a thousand butterflies would burst out of you at any. moment. You sighed, and regretfully, let go of Midoriya's hands, already missing the rough texture of his skin against your own.

"Nevermind. To be honest..." You began, looking at Midoriya—staring back at you with a heartbreaking look on his face. "...It's--I'd love to--that, yes... I'd love that..." You cursed yourself mentally for not having the heart to admit you weren't listening to whatever he was asking you and can only pray that it's something you're actually capable of doing. You'd rather die than to disappoint him. But that can wait, you'd rather try to engrave Midoriya's beaming face into your memory. The way he squeezed your hands. The muttered "thank yous" and that warm laugh that classified more as childish giggle will forever be a cherished memory to you, only overwritten with even more intimate moments with him.

"Really, Y/N, you're really nice— I'm sorry for involving you in something silly like this." Midoriya bowed to you and, before you could say anything, ran off through the second door. And as soon as his footsteps faded away, the first door of the classroom slid open—Uraraka held the door with her head dipped so low she might as well been bowing down to you.

"Uraraka-chan!" You called out in a sweet voice, expecting a giggle or smile from the naive girl. "What's wrong? Do you need me to help with anything, dear friend?" Instead, she raised her head and glared at you—god, that annoying baby face really doesn't work in her favor, but it sure as hell makes your blood boil. The mere fact that she was here, most likely expecting to find Midoriya all on his own, to take him away from you even when you told her already how much you yearned for him, for Katsuki, for Shoto—It's obvious!— you are the only one who can have them. Yet, despite making it so clear to her, how they all belonged to you, she still can't give up on Izuku?

"Y/N." Now what, does she want to play the victim—to make you out to be the bad guy?

Probably...

"Yes?" The word escaped through gritted teeth wishing to brutally rip her throat out, maybe that, that would make her curse-like presence perish.

She gulped audibly and took a confident stance as if she was facing a fucking low-worth criminal.

The nerve in her..!

"Wait, no, before you continue..." You raised a hand and continued shortly after, "for how long did you eavesdrop on us? What exactly did you hear? If what you heard was the reason why you're... Mad at me, then you have no right to." "Wha--" "YOU were not a participant in OUR conversation, at the most, you were just stalking me or (my) Izuku and only happened to hear it—that does NOT equal being part of it. So if--" "SHUT UP!!" Uraraka shouted and held her head, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

!?

"You knew it already, didn't you?" You cock your head, "what could you possibly be referring to?" Her lips form a straight line and the hurt in her eyes sells her out. "Oh, it's Midoriya. Well, I would've probably guessed that sooner or later." "You're so heartless.."

"You should stop, before something happens."

But she didn't.

"Seriously--"

/ Whack /

It stings... Your cheek stings and your ears are ringing..

Did...

Did she really...

She just slapped you...

SHE. SLAPPED.YOU.

You truly didn't expect for the dumb bitch to be this dumb. Not a single ounce of courage, merely stupidity.

"Oi." You slowly raise your head, only to meet with a truly horrified expression—all the blood left her face and she, mouth parted, made shallow breaths almost as if forgetting how to breathe, like a fish stuck on land. "I-I.." She stammered, robotically raising her hands in a defensive way, probably afraid you'd hit back.

Which you really wanted to. A lot.

But, alas, nothing goes according to your wishes.

Momo steps into the classroom with Todoroki by her side, and, judging by their expressions, they probably were witness to Uraraka's uncharacteristic melt down.

"Uraraka-san." Todoroki called out, but she didn't turn to face him nor Momo. "Y/N, are you okay?" Momo ran up to you and held your face in her hands, examing the red handprint that slowly formed on your cheek. Truth to be told, it wasn't anything more than a faint uncomfortable feeling and it's most likely gonna disappear after a while.

But.

"Hnn..Momo, did," you sniffled as small droplets of clear liquid trailed down your face and rolled down Momo's hands, "did I do so-something wrong??" "No, you didn't!" A golden opportunity was presented to you. She turned towards Uraraka, "We might've not been here the whole time, but I know that you wouldn't do anything bad intentionally. And so wouldn't Uraraka." Huh? "And I'm sure we can talk this out, right, Uraraka, Y/N?" "Momo..!" Uraraka smiled at Momo with shiny eyes, but you, on the other hand... You should just get rid of them already. They're only obstacles and they never helped you in any way. "Are you okay?" Todoroki's voice tore through the red clouding your eyes. Right. "I don't know why Uraraka-san would shout at and hit me." "That's--" "Why did you hit them?" Todoroki cocked his head and raised a brow, ever so slightly at her. "I..." Uraraka gulped and looked at Todoroki, then Momo. Then you. No. "Y/N's lying about me." "What?" Momo looked at you and Uraraka, a puzzled expression evident on her face. This is not. "Lying about what? You hit me! EVERYONE SAW IT!" "Y/N." Your name fell out of Todoroki's mouth, like a whisper. No. You hadn't prepared for this situation. And you're losing it. They're all looking at you. As if you're not the victim. And truth to be told, you weren't ever really good at acting, especially not under stress. This... THIS ISN'T RIGHT. What should you do...

"Is... Is this about our chat?" You put on your best pouty face and cling to Todoroki, peeking at Uraraka from behind him. "You're mad at me because you like... Midoriya?" "--Nnh...!" She grit her teeth and averted her gaze to the floor, clenching her hands so hard the nails dug into her skin. "Uraraka?" Momo stepped forward to stand before her. "Is what Y/N said true?" "No, I don't like him... I love him! But they knew!..." "Eep!" She pointed at you with a glare and you quickly hugged Todoroki from behind in an act of terror. He turned his head back, checking on you and smiled reassuringly. Aww, how cute. So caring. You almost feel as though you should get rid of Momo and Uraraka right now, before either of those idiots hurt Todoroki. But that's not right. Not yet. "Thank you, Todoroki." You try your best to put on a sad smile, but it's just so difficult when you're so happy. Even with the way things are, it doesn't matter as long as he only has you before him. Not those... Things.

But God does it piss you off how you can't just wrap your arms around him. Can't lock him up or tie him to you... Just yet.

Just a little more.

"This is a sensitive topic to both of you (I assume), so let's talk things out when we're back at the privacy of our dorms." Momo glances around worriedly and presents an uncertain smile, probably with the intention to lighten the mood. "Is that okay with you two?" Uraraka agrees to the suggestion without much hesitation, she trusts Momo's ability to find a solution for everything, after all. You, on the other hand, swallow every venomous word attempting to escape past your lips and begrudgingly nod along.

Your fingers twist the fabric of Todoroki's uniform tightly in anger, but the boy seemingly misinterprets it as fear— he turns towards you slightly and smiles. His hand twitched, contemplating whether he should comfort you with a reassuring touch, but to your disappointment he decided against it and settled with just a smile that turned awkward with uncertainty.

Momo releases a breath of relief and puts a hand on Uraraka's back comfortingly, and slowly leads her out of the classroom. But not before shooting a strange look to Todoroki that you can't quite understand, but you can guess it meant something along the lines of 'lets separate them' or... something, because the next thing you know Todoroki's walking out (in a different direction from the girls) and you instinctively follow him, still clinging to his uniform.

You don't say anything during the walk, and you only stop when you arrive to the entrance of the dorms and Todoroki turns around— forcing you to let go of him— and scratches his neck. "Y/N." "Yes?" You answer immediately, but it doesn't divert his attention from your intense staring. Though he doesn't comment on it. "...You like Midoriya?" "No! Yes– wait, um... This is a little more complicated than it seems." You huff and massage your temple, contemplating lying. Todoroki irks a brow, but doesn't speak any further.

Should you come clean? Todoroki's a rational person, plus he wouldn't judge you, right? Maybe telling him your feelings might provide a better solution than... Well, it's still a plan B, but you shouldn't jinx things just yet.

"So, let's say hypothetically I have a "crush" on Midoriya," you fiddle with your hands and avoid looking at Todoroki for fear of exposing yourself, "but at the same time— I have a crush on an another person too..... And one other. Hypothetically saying!" He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't seem to want to leave just yet, though you're still afraid from looking up and meeting his eyes, so you can't be sure. "What would that make me?" "... I don't know." He answers thoughtfully. "You like three people?" "Hypothetically only, it's a hypothesis! Like a "what if" question." You blurt out hastily, whipping your head up and finally meeting Todoroki's gaze. Fortunately or unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have an opinion formed, or he just doesn't show it with the stoic expression he's wearing.

"Okay." He says with a bit of a pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know what answer you want." "It's not– nevermind. Let me reword that— say, hypothetically, if you were the one I had a crush on... What would you do?" "One of the three?" "Y-yeah." You sigh and carefully examine as he raises his hand to his chin in thought, seriously contemplating your "hypothesis". "...What would that mean?" "What?" "If you had a 'crush' on me, what would that mean?" "That I like you? I really don't know what you're asking."

"Then I would say thank you." "....That's it?" "Yes... Was there something else?" "Sometimes I forget how annoying it can be to talk about certain topics with you..." You grumble under your breath, but you also know that no matter how dense Todoroki can be, he's still someone you genuinely love. Even if your love may be a little too intense..... sometimes.

"No, thank you for answering my hypothetical questions. But I have to go back to my dorm now, so see you later." You say dejectedly and wander into the building, and you feel a slight pang in your chest as you consider that Todoroki may be easier to convince under different circumstances.

~ At night ~

It's about time the bakusquad leaves for their respective rooms (and Bakugou will be alone), so you use your quirk to transform into a small cat and climb into his window to wait.

"...What are you talking about?" Your ears perk up to the sudden change in atmosphere, and you try your best to eavesdrop without being spotted. "Midobro! He told me he's dating someone." Kirishima exclaimed, flashing a toothy smile to Bakugou. "No way!!" Mina screeched, but even that ear-piercing noise couldn't deter your thoughts from wandering from what the redhead had said. "Are you sure it wasn't just a prank or some kind of test from the teachers??" "Kamibro, he was blushing and rambling the whole time we talked." Kirishima turned towards Bakugou for support, but didn't receive any. "The nerd's always blushing and rambling to everyone, besides, there's no idiot stupider than him who would date him." He grumbled, briefly raising his head from his phone, and quickly returned to it. "Man..." Kirishima groaned and looked out the window— you quickly ducked to the side, hoping he wouldn't see you—, then he looked around the room once more. "So you guys aren't interested in who's Midobro's date? Not even a little bit?" "No, dumbass. Because he doesn't have one. Tch!" Bakugou commented, not raising his head this time. Kirishima turned to the other two, receiving unsure grins. "I guess we should go to our own rooms already, it's getting pretty late anyways..." He pouts, and the trio leaves files out of the room, saying a brief "good night" to the blond, now laying on his bed and leaning against the wall.

"Mreow~" You quickly seize the opportunity and paw at the glass until Bakugou notices you, and opens the window. "You're early.." He says thoughtfully as you trot towards the soft bed, and curl yourself up next to the pillow. It's something you've been doing for a few weeks now, taking on the form of a small cat and hanging out with Bakugou late at night— the first time you were impatient, thus careless, and you almost got caught in your original (human) form inside his room. But a few days later, when you were on a walk you saw a young kitten and you got an idea— and to your delight, that idea worked out well and Bakugou allowed you inside his room, even petted you and allowed so many more things that would've been considered weird, or even creepy if you were to do it as a human. (Since then, you've also began visiting Midoriya and Todoroki in their rooms when they were alone, and when morning came you took something from there as a keepsake, of course being careful not to make them too suspicous).

He plops down next to you, but this time he lays on his back and pats his stomach. You happily climb onto him and nuzzle into his neck, purring and kneading as he gently strokes your fur. His lips tug into a small, silly smile and he sighs. You know how relaxing it is for him to pet you and you'd be lying if you said this isn't one of your favourite things to do. But in a few hours, after you made sure he was asleep you'd go to visit your Izuku and Todoroki, as you've been doing for the past few weeks.

Otherwise, how could you sleep peacefully, if there was a chance either one of them could be hurt or even worse... So you have to make sure they are safe, every night, even if they don't know, even if they never thank you.

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I really don't want to make this too long. I really didn't know how to end this, so this may seem abrupt.

Ps. I wanted a build-up, but it definitely turned a little awkward. I just didn't want to write the typical (and cringy) yandere falls in love and is immediately killing everyone who even looks at the subject of their love.

I might write another Yandere!Reader x The trio fic (that would be a 100% better) sometime in the future, but right now I'm just glad I got this one off my shoulders. Thank you for reading! ':)

[gallant-basilisk]

Hi. How do I do this, lol?

Well, first of all, I'm back, hooray!.. I know some people might be disappointed or in rare cases angry at me for ghosting Tumblr for so long without any warning, and I don't blame you if you do.

A few things happened between the time I last posted and now. First of, the reason: I left suddenly because I felt burnt out, I guess. I'm not really sure to be perfectly honest. But lately I've felt pretty stressed about everything that's been happening around the world, here in my country, etc. and so I've decided it's time for me to make a comeback. Yay, woohoo!

There wasn't many life-changing events during these months, only two if I had to really pinpoint anything; I've started working on my own visual novel and I'll also have my very first drawing tablet arriving this week, which will also allow me to finally begin working as a freelancer artist. And the second thing's more so me coming out (to myself, and now online) as trans. 🎉 I've had time to really reflect on myself, my past and what I wanna do in the future, who I want to be in the future and I've finally come to accept, well, that I would be happier about my body if I could transition. (Not that it's gonna happen anytime soon, considering my financial state, my country's state in general and how the laws work for the transgender). I haven't worked up the courage to tell anyone in my close proximity about this, so that's also something I have to gather courage for. 😅

That's really all there's to say about me, so let me just fill you all in on the details of what's gonna happen now that I'm back.

First things first, I will make a post; something along the lines of "request guidelines" which will give some basic requirements for an ask, a(n) "I will not do this under any circumstances" list, a fandom list which will entail what animes and games I write for. (I doubt it'll be very long, so don't worry.)

It's due time that I finally make a request guideline, which will hopefully be up just a little after this post gets uploaded. Changes to that may happen, so keep an eye on it.

I'm also planning to extend my fics to include more than just MHA, so be ready for that.

And I think this concludes the list.

Um, I really suck at these kinds of posts, so I always cut myself short.

Thank you for taking your time to read this and thank you for being patient with me. It means a lot to me. ❤️

[gallant-basilisk]

Yandere!Deku X Reader Pt.2

Sequel for a previous work: https://bbbika.tumblr.com/post/670688340554743809/heres-an-idea-reader-and-yandere-deku-have-an

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"Nn.." You reluctantly open your eyes, letting them adjust to the sunlight and sigh into the pillow. Today just doesn't feel right—despite it being only morning. Even though you were wrapped tightly in the warmest blanket you could find, you felt an eerie coldness spread through your body. Maybe you were just imagining it, or perhaps it was because, for the first time in a while, Midoriya didn't sleep beside you with his arms holding you securely... Either way, you were reminded of your argument and the events after that.

"Ugh.. damnit..." After rolling around a couple times, you begrudgingly threw off the blanket and sat up. Maybe you cried a bit too much last night—your head throbs the moment you lift it off the pillow, and you want nothing more than to just fall back onto the couch and sleep. But you decide against it. You'd be fine if you just took some painkillers, you think.

"...Izuku.." You groan and limp towards the kitchen like a zombie. You felt awkward and were secretly thankful that your wish last night hadn't come true—you didn't know how to deal with Midoriya just yet. This way, though, you have time to think things through and make a choice with a clear mind, not overwhelmed by your emotions.

Or that was how it was supposed to be...

You find Midoriya in the kitchen, his back turned to you as he hums a familiar tune and messes around the stove. "Ah." You absentmindedly sigh and almost jump back when the male suddenly turns around. "Y/N.." You avert your gaze and, after a painfully long, awkward silence, whisper to not further aggravate your headache. "Do you mind giving me some aspirin? Since you're already next to it." He arches a brow but does it nevertheless—turning towards one of the cupboards and retrieving it. "..My head hurts." You admit timidly and take the small box from his calloused hand, quickly taking out two tablets. "Wait." "Huh?" Midoriya runs back to fill a freshly retrieved glass with your favourite drink and holds it out to you. "It tastes terrible if you can't swallow it on the first try. It's easier with a drink." Midoriya imitates a "bleh" and laughs. "...Thank you." You quickly down the tablet with a gulp and thank him for taking the glass back to the sink.

Now, this—this is awkward. Neither of you seems to have anything to say, but Midoriya quickly proves you wrong.

"Um, is it because of me? The headache I mean..." He smiles bitterly, and you can't bring yourself to say anything in response. You feel a lump in your throat—the telltale sign that you'd break out in tears were you to speak—so you just shake your head. He sighs and steps closer. "So you don't have a headache right now because I made you cry last night?" You shake your head again. "Y/N," you're forced to meet his gaze as he lifts your head, making you aware of the sweet smile he wore, "I'm sorry I scared you last night, but I promise—I'm not mad at you, I mean, how could I be? You're a literal angel that I know I don't deserve... I don't know what I would do if.." Midoriya lets go of you and lowers his head pitifully, his voice fading out for a moment. "Izuku.." "Obviously you're perfect—beautiful, smart and kind—" "Izuku!" You raise your voice and hold his face with both of your hands, smiling at him with the most benevolent smile you can muster up. "I'm none of those things—those are the words I'd use to describe you. You're the kindest I've ever met, you always put everyone before you and.. that's.." You take a deep breath to try and save what's left, what with the tears staining your cheeks. "That's why I'm sorry, I was in the wrong yesterday. I wanted you to put me before everyone else, but I realize I was selfish. I mean, part of the reason why I fell in love with you is that you're so kind, your whole personality is something I love the most about you." No, I'm not kind—you just don't know what I did to all those people.. What I did to you...

You watch as his face goes from a cherry red blush to a dark frown. Why... He gently grabs your hands resting on his face and pulls them closer if that is possible. His eyes shine and well up. You don't know why he's crying, but you don't really care either as you pull him into your embrace, let him sob into your chest. It's not loud, whiny or annoying at all—it's quiet, gentle, barely present, just like Midoriya himself. Every time you had an argument—which didn't happen a lot—this happened. Midoriya was and will be the one most affected by them, and he's also who puts the most effort into improving. You just can't seem to win.

"So, can we agree to drop this stupid argument?" You ask with a sympathetic laugh and rub Midoriya's back. "Yeah... I'm sorry— for everything, for crying, for scaring you and for being so pathetic." He wraps his arms around your torso and sighs contently—his warm breath against your skin sent a mild shiver down your spine. "I love you... I really, really love you, my angel." You flash an awkward smile as you've never been able to express your feelings or receive compliments quite well. You mutter your feelings of love to the man, his hair tickling your chin with each word that leaves your mouth. You can practically feel his smile, despite his face being buried under your chin, and see the red blush returning to even the tips of his ears.

"Y/N.." "Mm?" Midoriya straightened himself, but he didn't let go of you—his arms slid down to your waist, and he pulled you into his embrace. "Thank you for loving me, even when I'm being so difficult." "Izu.." Before you could say anything to him, his lips locked onto yours—not that you minded it. This was something you both deserved after yesterday's parade. One of his hands travelled up to cup the back of your head, and he licked your bottom lip. Without hesitation, you parted your lips and sighed contently. This felt right. This is how it's supposed to be. There was no "fight for dominance." You always let him take the lead.

There were no more tears staining either of your cheeks.

There were no more words of love, anger or apology muttered.

It was perfect.

It is perfect.

He's perfect.

He sure as hell hides everything perfectly.

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Thanks for being patient with me y'all! 😅

I wish I could say I wrote everything already but...

I will try my best to get my lazy ass back to writing, since it should be a bit less hectic (for the time being). 😌

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How would yanderes Denki, Erasermic (poly) react to the reader being cold and barely talking to them after they kidnapped her and when one day they suddenly they come home injured, reader has tears in her eyes and patches them up, telling them that they’re stupid and should be more careful

TW!🎭

Blood, injury, obsessive/delusional behaviour, kidnapping (not described in detail), implied Stockholm syndrome, swearing (you decide if it's a lot or not), incorrect/vague injury treatment

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Yandere!Denki X Reader

"Come on love," Denki threw up his hands in utter desperation, "what do you want me to do??" "Let me go.. that's what you should do." Your monotone and quiet voice stood in stark contrast with his child–like whiny, high pitched voice. "No." The answer was immediate and the decision final. "But.. but be honest– why would you want to leave?" You turned your head away from the golden blond—as much as he tried to force himself into your line of sight—, scoffing at the crack in his voice, making him narrow his eyes at the back of your head and pulling you towards him with a violent yank of your arm.

You bit back a yelp and immediately pushed yourself off of him, only managing to take a step back once before his arms shot out once again and held you firmly this time—forcing you to look at him with furrowed brows. "Let. Go." You hissed with gritted teeth, and he tightened his grip on your wrist. "Why can't you understand! Y/N, you're only safe here." You bit back yet another comment you were about to say as you knew Denki's delusions only grew more each passing second you went against him. You sighed and averted your eyes—staring at your feet—as the gears churned in the back of your head, trying to come up with something. Anything, really.

"Y/N, please," he whispered softly—as if he didn't just yell—and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back, "can't you just trust me? You don't know what's good for you," he paused for a second before finishing, "I do." You snorted and turned your head to glare at him, but didn't utter a word. Didn't try to push him away or to play along—you just let him be, let him do what he wanted. After all, he's dangerous.

The next few hours, days, then weeks you spent holed up in whatever building's room the blond had locked you into. It has been nearly a month since you were kidnapped, and it wasn't bad, per se. You were left alone most of the time as Denki had to attend school to not raise suspicion, not that you really minded it as you had a lot of time to think and slowly came to the realization that if you really wanted to, you could escape. Denki's quirk may be dangerous as hell, but his personality makes him way easier to handle, thus escaping would only require a basic plan and sufficient acting. Even with a quirk–suppressing jewelry strapped to your ankle, you could pull it off.

Naturally, that made you question why you didn't do so already...

Maybe you didn't actually trust your own observations of the boy as you rarely ever talked with him about anything other than school and yourself—since he always dismissed the questions about himself, only repeating what he said since first year.. Because who knows—maybe he's got something up his sleeve, which would be worth worrying about.

Or maybe you just didn't want to escape. After all, you might even say this arrangement was better than when you lived with your family or in the dorms. Not to confuse anyone, you enjoyed both, or at least they were okay in your opinion, but ever since you got here, you rarely had any inconveniences. It was relaxing, and each passing day you fell more into the comfort of stability. You didn't even bother to think about what was going on outside, what were people doing about your disappearance or even where did Denki get the money to spoil you. Not even the question of how he managed to remain uncaught stayed for too long in your mind.

You were free to wander around what was probably a basement, but you couldn't go up to the ground floor. So you explored every nook and cranny, quickly discovering how Denki knew everything you liked and disliked, easily making this place into your dream home. You weren't really concerned about the stalking part as of now, it only elicited an "Oh" from you as you scanned through pictures, notes and videos about yourself. Even some of your things that you couldn't find for a while were carefully placed in the room.

It was concerning.

It would've been concerning, were it not for your comfort and adaptiveness to the place. Denki always made sure you had everything you needed and you slowly, but surely started believing his words. But even with that, you still took pride in not submitting, so you only muttered a few words a day, humming and using your head to say simple answers—such as yes and no. You refused to give him the satisfication of making you submit, both of you completely unaware that you technically already did—as you became more obedient and docile, Denki began lowering his guard and you passed up so many opportunities to escape.

You just felt comfortable laying in the soft bed, in the perfect temperature, with tasty food to eat and playing video games to cure boredom. You were just simply.. there. And you didn't mind Denki as he gradually calmed down and cuddled you during nights, ignoring the bothered grunt you made every time he tried to divert your attention to himself. You didn't want to—for him to figure you out. Whether you actually started developing genuine feelings for him or you were simply driven into madness would probably remain a question you'll sometimes ask yourself.

Occasionally, as you dip your fingers into his honey–blond hair as he snored quietly, you begin to wonder what would happen if something changed. If you were found and Denki was confronted.

You didn't think about him getting injured though.

But the moment he opened the basement door, you knew something was off—he didn't announce himself, he didn't tackle you in a hug. Instead, you heard him grunt and shuffle. You hesitantly got out of the covers and peeked at the stairs leading up—your breath hitched and you could feel your heart beating in your throat, feeling every throb.

Denki glanced at you and smiled. "Oh, h–hey Y/N" he panted and slid down the wall, blood smearing the surface and slowly pooling beneath him as he held his stomach. After a momentary pause you ran over to him and threw his arm over your shoulder, carefully attempting to help him up. "Ouch, ouch, ouch." "Shut up!" You snapped at him and squeezed his hand, making him let out a breathy laugh for just a mere second before almost collapsing on you. "Shit– stop laughing," you yanked him up, successfully getting him to stand again, "this is not the time for your stupid shit." "Wow.. Ha, this is the most, f– you've talked to me, ugh, this past month." You rolled your eyes and slowly guided him to the bathroom, shushing him as he tried to strike a conversation even in the state he currently was.

As soon as you got the bathroom door open—all gentleness gone—you basically shoved him on the ground as you felt a foreign anger build up inside you, hastily rummaging through whatever medicines and bandages were stashed in the med kit, cursing under your breath.

"Take off your shirt." A sigh left your lips as you could tell, even without looking, that Denki attempted to make a dirty comment as he sucked in a breath of pain and cursed. "You dare say something stupid again, and I'll leave you to bleed out." With bandages and disinfectant held firmly in each hand, you walk back and kneel before Denki—slumped against the bathtub and with his arms held up to shoulder–lever. "Sorry," he huffs with slightly flushed cheeks, "I literally, I can't.." He offers a small, dorky smile and you let out a long breath, pushing his arms up and as gently as you could, you slipped him out of the shirt. "Au, au, auch." The blood had partially dried up and made the cloth stick to his wound—which holy shit did you gasp as you could finally make out the general size of the injury.

"Tell me honestly, Denki, how are you still alive," you chuckled and shook your head in disbelief, "you fucking idiot." You began carefully disinfecting the wound, to the best of your knowledge.

When you finished with it, you looked up at him briefly, but your gaze lingered for longer than just a second. His eyes bore into you, but showed an emotion far too different from anything—reflecting the light like a pair of clean gems, and tears streaked his face. Blood trickled from his lips for biting down too hard and small sparkles of electricity popped all around him—everywhere, but you. Even when he was in pain he made sure not to accidentally hurt you.

~

You stood up and stashed the kit back into its place. After a brief looked into the mirror, you turned and glanced at Denki, looking over how out of it he seemed.

"..Come 'ere.." Denki purred with a choked back hiss and motioned with his arms towards himself. You stood still for a few moments, your vision falling out of focus—everything looked so blurry, it took you a second to realize that you were sobbing and sniffling, though very softly. The male still held his arms open and muttered quiet encouragements to you—you willed your legs to take small steps towards him, feeling as if you were dragging heavy weight. And the moment you stopped right before Denki, that foreign anger from earlier popped and you fell to your knees between his legs.

"I fucking hate you!" Tears prickled your eyes as you repeatedly hit his chest, though very weakly. "You, you.. you fucking," eventually slowing down, you finally stop and glare at Denki, as much as you could with puffy eyes, "you're an idiot.."

Denki hushed you with his thumb on your lips, holding your head to look into your eyes, "Don't cry, please.. I hate seeing you sad, love."

He pushed your face into the crook of his neck, rubbing your back in a soothing manner and whispered small praises. "You're the biggest idiot I've ever met." You mumbled against his throat and sighed.

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I'm gonna write EraserMic later, but I just wanted to get this out since I haven't posted for over two weeks (sorry). Excuses, excuses—I have no excuses, except that I had no energy and.. yeah, basically, that's all. 😂

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How would yanderes Deku, Iida and poly yanderes Erasermic Reader has a stuffie that kinda comes to life and both of them are best friends?

Happy New Year! 🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉

Might be a bit late or early (depending on time zone), but hey. Hope my fanfics bring joy or at least a small laugh to you guys, 'cause it's definitely fun to write them. 🤧✨

Been 2022 for a couple hours now (here), 'cause I still had to finish this. :3

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Yandere Deku

"Y/N!" A cheerful voice shouted from outside your room, but you really didn't have the will power to respond or stand up. Though, you didn't really have to worry about it as the sound of someone walking closer and closer made you rub your head tiredly as a soft sigh left your mouth.

A couple knocks on the door and a 'Can I come in' later, a smiling greenette stood in front of you, his lips slightly apart in shock.

"Y/N?" He took a few tentative steps forward, taken aback by the obvious hostility of the plush that you were hugging so close to yourself. "Hm?"

You hummed, your voice a bit scratchy even while not actually saying anything. Midoriya stopped a couple steps before you, his eyes narrowing at.. that thing. It looked exactly like a stuffie, sure, but.. This thing was moving and behaving like some sort of guard dog.

And Midoriya hated that. Not because he didn't want you to be protected, but because the strange being was very clearly not welcoming him near you.

You only noticed his strange reluctantance to approach you, which was extremely strange, as the boy would always tackle you in a hug whenever he saw you, regardless of the situation or the people around you.

"Deku? What's wrong?" You propped yourself on your elbows, laying on your stomach, but with the living plush cradled between your torso and the bed and tilted your head, questioning the strange situation.

"Huh? Ah, well... Y/N?" "Yeah?" He fiddled his fingers and tilted his head down, his expression hidden by his curly green hair. So, there was no way you could've seen the irritated look on him, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a thin line, forcing himself to speak with less agitation than he felt.

"What's that?" He pointed at the stuffie, still not lifting his head up. You looked down, puzzled for a second before realizing what the boy meant. "Oh, this? I told you before, this is my plush! I've had it since I was, like... I don't even remember." You huffed and pet the fabric doll, which nuzzled into your palm silently, only the shuffling of the bed sheets could be heard in the room.

And the click of Midoriya's tongue. God, it basically echoed in the whole fucking room as the greenette looked up, but turned his head so only his side profile could be seen and "Tsk"ed again to raise your attention to his bad mood.

Obviously, he'd take advantage of the situation.

After all, he liked being singled out by you (not in the bad way), only him getting your attention as you doted on him.

"So why does that ragdoll act like your lap dog.. It's moving, for god's sake!" You stared at the boy, awestruck by his handsome profile, then by his strange attitude and speech. Sure, he is human, so it's not shocking he can lose his cool and become angry, it was just never aimed at you.

It isn't right now, either, since he's technically jealous of a stuffie.. The thought of this brought a smile to your face and you couldn't help the amused chuckle leaving your throat.

"What?" Midoriya grit his teeth and began swaying his body the slightest bit, contemplating what his next action should be. He felt the strong urge to just leap forward and rip the doll to shreds. Because who knows? Maybe it's actually a disgusting pervert with some kind of a puppet–quirk that even you're not aware of.

Nevertheless, Midoriya took a long breath and joined you on the bed, ignoring the plush to the best of his abilities.

~

...Until it no longer basked in the safety of your arms– he could finally get rid of the damn fabric guard dog. Sure, it is a jerk thing to do when no bad's confirmed and the thing's your best friend, but in all honesty, Midoriya is enough for you. He is your boyfriend, best friend and caretaker all in one. There's literally no need for the thing. Only Midoriya.

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Yandere Iida

"Uh.." Iida's lips parted as he watched you walk down the stairs, but only because the unusual sight of a plush trotting behind you, barely managing to not roll down the stairs as it desperately tried to keep up with you. You occasionally looked back at it, smiling fondly and giggling at the soft thumps it made.

"Good morning..?" Iida wanted to say something different, to ask about the plush, but his mind couldn't form a sentence more complex than a greeting as he subconsciously mimicked your cheerful smile and blushed when you greeted back.

"Is something wrong?" Iida shook his head firmly and proceeded to stutter out "why", having more trouble than anyone should with saying three letters. "I don't know, you look– kinda nervous? Uh, no. More like... Speechless? I really don't know." You force a laugh as he simply stares at you awkwardly.

"I'm actually quite curious about that.. thing behind you." He smiled gently– like always– and pointed down at the stuffie hiding in-between your legs, tilting its head up. Iida looked at the fabric creature curiously as it wrapped its arms around your legs, seemingly hiding from the male. Then it growled with an almost adorable high pitched voice. "Right." Iida sighed as he already knew how these types of situations went. "Does it have a name or..?" "I usually just call them Buddy or Pal– placeholders I guess. Haven't had the best reactions to the names I wanted to give it so far, that's why." He nodded in understanding (somewhat) and flinched when the plush lunged forward, hissing at the male. "I don't get why they're acting like this.."

"I just– I think we'll just go back upstairs and uh... I talk about this behaviour with Bud. By that I mean, I'll talk to them and they'll just be.. them, I suppose." You cleared your throat and leave the stunned male with the stuffie securely held in your arms after a few seconds of awkwardly darting your eyes between it and Iida.

~

Iida's definitely not the type to rush things or act carelessly, in fact, he usually waits so much for the perfect opportunity that it'll not even be relevant anymore. Take for example, Buddy.

After the not so flowery meeting between man and plush, for months, nothing happened. Iida even tried to befriend the small thing, unsuccessfully of course, but you were happy with just him simply trying to appease it. Eventually, Bud came to tolerate him to some extent– so long as you held it securely. But hey, that's still progress, if even the tiniest.

And as those months passed, Iida seemed to gain its trust, slowly but surely. Which made it even more disheartening when after a surprise attack from the LOV– during which you were away from your dorm room almost the whole day, you opened the door only to be faced with the messiest sight you've ever seen– and Buddy nowhere in sight.

Everyone else's dorms were also utterly destroyed as the villains seemingly searched for something, so you never really figured out how all– well, half of it– was Iida's doing. All that trouble of destroying everyone's room to not make you suspicious of what they were in search of, just to get rid of one mild annoyance of a soft fabric doll.

Man, was that well done.

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Yandere EraserMic

"It is worth checking out! Come on." Hizashi pushed the ravenette forward and said how he shouldn't miss this, but didn't specify anything even as Aizawa demanded. Said male groaned and stomped into the room, muttering inconsistently under his breath. Followed by the blond with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Y/N's sitting at the computer. So?" He turned around, but Hizashi didn't let him finish his complaining before he spun him back around and turned his head to look at you once more.

After a few seconds of focusing on you, Aizawa made out the small pair of glinting.. eyes? "That's just a plush. What's with it? I swear, if you–" "No! You can't say 'just a plush'. You saw what I did. You can't just brush it off, Shouta."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and walked over to you, tapping your shoulder gently. It still scared you, but you were already used to the duo's strange habits. So you simply sighed when you realized it wasn't a monster trying to kill you, but Aizawa behind you and promptly took of your headphones to properly face the male.

"Something happen?" You smiled as your left hand fell down to pet the soft fabric of the plush in your lap, unintentionally guiding the ravenette's eyes to it. Doesn't really take a genius to add things up, and Aizawa quickly connected what Hizashi had said with what he's currently seeing. Hence the question. "What the fuck."

Aizawa rubbed his forehead when his question was met with your excited smile and beckoned the blond to join the conversation.

"Woahahohanjd!?" Hizashi nearly stumbled back when the plush whipped its head from the ravenette to him. Which made the both of you laugh as he desperately tried to say something smart, but failed as he was way too amazed by the creature following him around with its head, like a camera.

"What, did you buy this off the internet, or did you suddenly develop a puppet quirk." He second the last part with sarcasm, but his small laugh was cut short by the plush desperately throwing its arms forward in an attempt to hit either of them. "Seems like we have a rival!" The blond exclaimed playfully and attempted to pet it, but of course, he failed. The plush immediately slapped his hand away and Hizashi quickly pulled away, simply because of surprise. The hit felt more like the world's softest pillow being thrown at you in a pillow fight.

"A guard dog would be a better fit for the thing." Aizawa said it more to himself than anyone else, glaring at it despite not knowing whether it can see– it saw Hizashi's hand, that's why it could slap it. Obviously it can see. The ravenette sighed and picked up the stuffie by its neck, making sure not to hold it too close to his face.

"So? Did someone gave it you, did you find it or where the hell did this thing come from!" He nearly yelled with irritation as the plush continued to dangle in the air, throwing its arms in every direction possible.

"That's..." You averted your eyes and fell into an awkward silence. "Y/N, you know it's dangerous to just bring home something you don't know anything about." And there it was– Hizashi's rare serious and critical self. Somehow, when the person saying it is someone who doesn't usually act as they do at that certain moment, it has more impact. Like how someone like Hizashi– a playful and childish goofball with seemingly limitless energy uses a much colder, more serious tone when saying certain things, scolding some for example. It even feels more ashaming.

"So we should get rid of it."

Aizawa quickly interjected, and before you could retort, he hastily walked out of the room and Hizashi blocked the way when you shot up from your chair and attempted to follow the ravenette. "Are you serious? It's just a fucking plush!" "Y/N, it might be someone's quirk– maybe it's a person and not a plush!" "Then it's even worse!" "Why would it be?" "Because then you'd admit to intentionally trying to kill them!?"

He fell silent and your eyes widened when you recognized the blank look on his face– he didn't feel guilt or remorse about killing a stranger, even if they might be innocent. "You're..." He turned his head to avoid having to face you.

"Get out." "Y/N–" "GET OUT!" You roared at the blond and pushed him out, slamming and shutting the door.

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What if reader and some other random dude fall into a water fountain and the dude puts their hand to prevent reader from banging their head against the fountain and they both stare into each other’s eyes, completely wet lol. How would yandere DekuBaku and Erasermic react to all this and I hope this made sense

Yandere!DekuBaku X Reader

You giggled at yet another argument between the two males without looking back at them– while they couldn't help the loving smile creeping up their faces as they listened to your voice.

It was cold and it had been snowing for quite a while– seeing as everything was thickly covered and the roads were mostly dry. No ice, a tiny amount of snow and a ton of people filled the streets.

"A– sorry!" You bowed to the man you bumped into and fortunately he was forgiving – unlike many people you've met before –, he simply laughed it off and pat your shoulder before walking into the crowd once again. "Be careful.." Bakugou grumbled as he stepped in front of you to fix your scarf and ruffled your hair with an amused smirk. "Dumbass." He scoffed and quickly wiped the smile off his face before walking past you.

You and Midoriya quickly shared a small a laugh and followed the blond into the large crowd. It was quite difficult to navigate through, even if you only had to follow the duo. People constantly cut you off and eventually, you lost track of the two.

It was a bit more unnerving than you would've ever thought as you were suddenly left alone in a large crowd of strangers – certainly, it didn't help your anxiety that you kept bumping into others as you were walking forward, or what you thought might have been the way forward.

There were so many passerbys and the noises from all around were disorienting. So naturally, it caught you off guard when someone ran into you, making the both of you fall over – falling backwards into a pool of water with your eyes tightly shut, bracing for the impact with the solid ground. Though it quickly became clear that it wouldn't come as a warm hand held the back of your head with slight tremble.

You rubbed your eyes and blushed as you realized the owner of the hand holding your head was a man, staring at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. "I'm sorry about that. Are you okay?" He let out a relieved sigh as you nodded your head and grinned.

His hand gently pulled you into a sitting position before finally letting go of your head. You both froze for a second and went silent as your gazes met. Water dripped from his hair and face – not to mention his clothes – and the rainbow of colors from all the lights and decorations reflected on the water. For a moment, you stopped shivering and everything felt so dreamy as you watched the bright colors slowly shift in the reflection of his eyes. The small hint of blush under them and the tip of his ears made it seem like one of those cliché scenes from romantic movies.

He finally averted his eyes and scratched his neck with a small laugh. "Seriously though. I'll take responsibility, like– do you want me to buy you new clothes or–?" "Well– okay, how about this?" You shivered from the cold nipping at your wet skin and rubbed your hands together. "Let's go to a shop or a café, anywhere we can get warm and maybe get a change of clothes before we end up catching a nasty cold. Then we can talk about the rest." "Yeah, that sounds fine."

He quickly agreed as he too felt the effects of cold and scrambled to his feet, offering you his hand that you reached out for. Your hand was quickly caught by someone else however, who didn't waste a second before pulling you into their chest and slap away the man's hand.

It was Midoriya. You only needed to take one glance at his face to know he that he was seriously pissed off. He didn't lunge at the man as you had expected him to – partly because of Bakugou's influence on him –, instead he settled for yelling at him for harassing you. It caught the attention of passerbys, who stopped dead in their tracks..

Up until now, you hadn't noticed that everyone around you had their attention set on you and as Bakugou pushed himself through the crowd, a sense of dread pooled inside your stomach.

Midoriya continued to hold you tightly in his embrace, with his coat wrapped around you, while Bakugou was only a second away from blowing his head off before someone caught him and dragged him away. It was a hero patrolling nearby, joined by a few security officers. They did the same to Midoriya, who refused to hand you over, so you ended up going to a police station, sitting on his lap throughout the entire ride.

Needless to say, it was a long night you spent thinking of Midoriya's and Bakugou's behaviour, since they refused to utter a single word..

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Bonus:

You met with the man from the fountain as you were being escorted to a changing room in the pd and stopped briefly, apologizing to him with a deep bow.

"I'm.. truly sorry about what happened."

"Just.. Please, next time; keep your friends in check."

If they had known you met the man and even talked to him voluntarily, they would've easily broken out from the cells and... Well, the rest should be predictable.

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Yandere!EraserMic X Reader

"Okay, okay wait. Uh, just.. stay here, sit down and wait for Shouta, okay? Little canary." Hizashi gently pushed you back, making you involuntarily sit on the edge of the water fountain, situated in the middle of the floor. "Why can't I just explore on my own? You guys are a real pain in the neck regardless, can't you give me a bit of freedom for like half an hour?" "Pf-, no, no," he laughed "absolutely not. Wait for Shouta and he'll escort you." "Uggh~" you groaned and begrudgingly pulled out your phone, tapping the screen and ignoring the blond before you.

He sighed and placed a quick kiss under your eye, making you give him your attention momentarily. "Hey, don't be mad at me, my pretty songbird.." He brushed his fingers on your cheek and smiled. "Just don't do something silly, alright? I don't like locking beautiful birds in dirty cages." After a few moments of silence you gave in and nodded. "I know." He gave a small peck on your lips before rushing off and disappearing into the crowd.

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It has been a good twenty minutes since you were left here and honestly, if you had known Aizawa would be so late, you would've done your own little exploration of the mall already. You still could, technically. But with your luck, he would arrive right then. And you're not exactly in the mood to deal with either of them, so "waiting it is," you mumbled and threw your head back with a long groan and stretched out your legs.

Not the worst decision you've ever made, but it wasn't exactly a smart thing to do in the middle of an incredibly busy building.

"Ack–?!" You felt someone kick your legs, catching you off guard so much so that you instantly pulled them back– along with a shocked man. With neither of you reacting quick enough, he fell forward and also pulled you into the shallow water in the fountain.

"Nnh.." You blinked a few times before looking around you and recognizing the foreign weight on top of you being the man you accidentally tripped, with his hand under your head– probably being the only thing between your skull and the solid ground. His head was over your left shoulder and probably half-submerged in the water.

"Ah, fu.. are you okay sir?" You tugged on his shirt and sighed in relief when he suddenly emerged his head from the water with a sharp intake of air, freezing for a second to process everything. His hand slipped out from under your head as he sat up and finally realized what had happened.

"A–are you okay??" He quickly shot the question when your head submerged from the unexpected loss of support and hastily pulled forward with a bit too much force as you fell into his arms.

"Uh, um, yeah, I... Think.." You said with small gasps as you both struggled to be in a bit more comfortable position.

"Sorry about that.. that was totally my fault." "It's- it's fine.... Really..." The man fell silent as your gaze met his. The polite smile froze onto his face and a dark blush spread across. "You–" He was immediately cut off by a scratchy and gruff voice, flicking his eyes over to Aizawa, who stood so impossibly close to you. "Sorry?" "Yeah, you'll be." "Wha–" The ravenette grabbed you not so gently and yanked you beside him, holding your hand with such grip, you felt that you would pass out right then and there..

Sorry, I meant– you passed out right then and there, only remembering the blurry image of Aizawa pushing the guy down into the water as he tried to tend to you and the muffled voices of them yelling at each other.

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*Clink* *Clink* *Clink*

"Good morning, little canary.." The familiar voice of Hizashi purred and as soon as your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting you shot up from the mattress and grabbed onto the thin bars of the cell. "Why, why am I here? Hizashi! I didn't break any rules!" You yelled at him with frustration but quickly swallowed your words as his face contorted into a sinister expression with furrowed brows and lips forming a thin line.

"It's not nice to lie, songbird. Don't you know it already?" He smiled dully and from the shadows emerged a man with raven black hair, hiding something behind his back. "You're finally here Aizawa!" Hizashi chirped happily and stroked your hand sinisterly.

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How would yanderes Erasermic (poly) react to someone harassing the reader? And reader is either confused or shocked at what's happening at the moment...

EraserMic X Reader

"..Sorry?" You cocked your head and furrowed your brows at the man in front of you. You guessed he was severely drunk as he smelled of alcohol and wobbled around. He managed to grab onto you in your moment of hesitance and leaned himself against you. "He–hey!" He buried his face just above your chest and you felt his whole weight on you, making you worried that he might've passed out on you. You didn't really take notice of his slurred mumbling about something.

"Sir– is, is everything okay?" You shook the heavily breathing man, who raised his head to look at you with a creepy smile on his face and you gasped audibly when he went flying into the side of a building by a deafeningly loud screech– or scream, only leaving a trail of spit on your collarbones that was quickly wiped throughouly off your skin with the sleeve of– oh, yeah, you almost forgot that Aizawa and Hizashi were here with you. It's no surprise then that the blond was trying to clean the remains of the drunkard off you, a bit roughly mayhaps.

It took you many seconds to connect the pieces to each other and realize what actually had happened– is what you would like to say, but before you could even lower your hands, Aizawa stood before you with the drunk man threwn on the ground – with dark bruises and scratches on his body and some other possibly fatal injuries, none of which you could tell were caused by the wall or the ravenette. And a ten minute session of lecturing by the two males had explained to you throughouly that you should've have been more aware of yourself and how you should've pushed off the man instead of standing around like a lamb looking at the new gate. Aizawa stomped on the back of the man for emphasis as he groaned a pained "bitch".

You felt ashamed and hurt– even as the scolding was put on hold until after the drunkard was behind cell bars. (Hope nothing bad will happen to him, away from the public's eyes.)

After that, well– you're gonna be cradled between the two men even outside the bedroom, since they can't bring themselves to trust you after your previous stupidity.

In conclusion, this unfortunate incident ended with you having less freedom from that day forward and there's definitely no way you're gonna be allowed near anyone without either Hizashi or Aizawa present.

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Here’s an idea: Reader and yandere Deku have an argument or something of that sort one day and reader says hurtful things. Usually when it’s night and time to sleep, reader and yandere Deku sleep together but now that they’ve fought and had an argument, reader is on the couch and she feels sad about what happened and doubts whether Deku loves her anymore and starts crying. I hope this wasn’t too complicated

Nope, hope this is satisfying! (Kinda silly lol)

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Yandere Deku X Reader

You curled yourself into the soft fabric of the blanket and let the tears, previously welled up, stream down the side of your face and drench the pillow beneath your head. This was stupid, the whole argument was stupid. You felt stupid. Even if you are fully aware that you were in the wrong earlier– partially – there's no way you could just up and apologize to Midoriya! That– it would be like saying you were the one at fault. When you clearly weren't.

A good few hours had passed since the argument earlier and a bit less since your declaration of sleeping outside of your bedroom, which let you have a lot of time to think things through. Thinking back on it, for the hundredth time, you did say some pretty inconsiderate things to him. Not that you really meant it, but come on. Doesn't everyone say dumb stuff in the heat of the moment? It's not exactly their fault– nor yours, that you said them. It just– it happened...

You sighed and rubbed your face into the pillow to wipe off some of the snot and tears. Not the most hygienic or elegant thing to do, but there's clearly no fucks to give in your crisis right now...

Of course you knew these were all just excuses that your mind came up with to help forget about your doubts regarding your relationship. It caught you off guard that the greenette simply let you separate yourself from him, and the fact that you couldn't notice any indication of your forecoming punishment unsettled you less than the idea of him falling out of love. Though the beginning of the relationship was rocky, you quickly fell for the man– albeit a stupid thing to do.

You admit, 'there are a few loose screws' in Midoriya's head, but he's still much better than anyone you've been with before. A bit possessive, but still better. He has always been expressive about his feelings, especially when it came to you– no matter what you did, he always showered you with affection. Not today though, no.

You can still remember it so vividly– the expression he made when you said... Honestly, you already forgot what you argued about, and you don't really feel as if you should remember.

The important thing is Midoriya. Today was the first time you saw him looking so hurt– glaring at you with teary eyes and tightly locked jaws. He couldn't form one comprehendinble sentence without feeling the need to break something.. Certainly, both of you were affected negatively by this pointless argument.

It made you think.. Normally you would sleep with each other– unlike today–, but what if Midoriya feels just as stupid as you do and can't stop rolling around in his bed, overthinking everything you said. What if he's crying right now just like you.. If that were the case, you'd feel a tad bit better, knowing that you're not the only one who feels the way they do.

Honestly, the idea of Midoriya trotting down the stairs with tears streaming down his face to apologize and cuddle you made a small smile appear on your face...

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Nevermind, when the morning comes you'll sort things out with him.

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Question!

Y'all guys ask for a lot of Characters (poly) x reader and I just wanna know what you guys mean when you say poly. 'Cause I've seen (generally) two types of it going down:

A) Actual polyamory, where the characters are dating you and each other – and it does actually feel as if they're dating.

OR

B) (A harem, if you will.) Two or more characters are dating and (since I write yanderes) worshipping you, but they don't necessarily have romantic (or sexual) relations to each other besides sharing you. [Basically, you have 2(+) partners, like a harem.]

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It's not a call out for anything, I'm just genuinely curious. Lol

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(Ps. Hope my stories are to your liking. 💙👀)

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How would yanderes TodoBakuDeku (poly) react to the reader faking her own death to escape from them? And how long do you think it would take for them to find out about her ploy?

Ho, boy.. Well– bad choice, I guess! 👀👌

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This is a bit more serious compared to my previous works. (I intentionally didn't try to be too realistic.)

W A R N I N G (S)

⚠️ Blood — Mentions of murder/ suicide (fake) — Self harm (mostly fake) — Yandere (obsession, delusion, anything that goes hand-in-hand with 'em) — Threatening — Cussing/ Swearing ⚠️

[I'll try to put warnings to my fics from now on, if I feel as if they're needed.]

Yandere!TodoBakuDeku X Fem!Reader

You cursed yourself for the rapid beating of your heart and continued decorating your neck with shaky hands; using up almost everything from your make-up kit– which thank God the boys agreed to buy you. Fortunately, the slightly scribbly lines gave a more realistic impression to your fake throat-cut; you let out a small, shaky breath.

Finishing the last details, you lower hands and sigh in relief once again– you were done with the easy part.

You pick up your phone from the small cabinet and raise it in front of the mirror, next to the reflection of your neck. You glance between your fake injury and the photo from a Halloween makeup tutorial– your lips turn into an awkward smirk, questionably conveying how proud you felt.

"I can't believe this actually looks... Real." You breathe quietly and quickly delete everything– tutorials, references– from your phone and begin to hastily pack up your brushes, lipsticks, eyeliners and anything else you used for your artwork into several garbage bags, squeezing each one through the small window of the bathroom– into a big garbage container that was conveniently positioned under the window.

"I should've turned on the air-conditioning.." You mumbled under your breath as you gently wiped off the sweat from your forehead to your chin.

Thankfully, you still had a good few hours before they returned, so you had enough time to prepare yourself.

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A few hours later.....

You received a text message from one of the men, saying they'll be home in less than twenty minutes, which immediately made you jump up.

You took one last look at your loosely dressed reflection in the mirror, steeling yourself before you opened a drawer and fished out a razor you hid ahead of time, thankful for the three men's almost undoubted trust in you. If they didn't have their guards down, they would've easily found everything you hid carelessly.

"God.. This– this is fucked up..." You say sarcastically and chuckle, reluctantly placing the blade on your neck. "Here goes nothing–!" You squeeze your eyes tightly shut as you press it down with small force and guide it through the pre-drawn line to the best of your abilities– only peeking with squinted eyes, the blade easily piercing your skin and drawing blood.

"Fff–.. Gh!" You hiss at the anticipated pain and your eyes tear up slightly; you were used to slaps and hits, not blades and cuts. "Fuck– they make this look so painless in movies!" You groan and quickly throw the razor onto the floor, hastily spraying alcohol onto your neck and some horrible smelling deodorant to hide the smell of alcohol.

You huff and hesitantly feel the wound with your fingers, relieved at the weak bleeding; obviously, this was your first time cutting a throat, yours at that! You were terrified about the possible outcomes of a careless cut. But the promise of escaping this prison was greater than your fear.

After thoughtfully positioning the blade and pouring melted red lipstick on the floor– and smearing some along your neck, from the cut to your nape, you laid down on the home-mode fake blood and waited for the boys to come into the bathroom, searching for you.

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"We're home!" The boys announced in unison as they entered, confused by the tense silence of the house. "Y/N?" Midoriya called out louder and upon still not receiving any response, the three of them began walking around the house, expecting to find something that would point to you having escaped the place.

It truly was a shock for Midoriya, who opened the bathroom door without much thought, to see your still form laying in a pool of dark red liquid and a razor clenched between your fingers. He took a sharp breath and froze on the spot, his whole body began to tremble and he felt cold. For him, the world had completely disappeared and he only came back to his senses when he felt a pair of arms on his shoulders.

"Calm down, nerd.." Bakugou whispered with clenched teeth, while Todoroki walked over to you. "Her body's warm, but– she's lost too much blood." While you wouldn't consider Todoroki a genius, you do know that he knows the difference between real and fake blood, which only further confirms their shock. They're way too taken aback by your suicide to keep a clear head.

"What are we going to do?" Todoroki asked as he carefully placed a hand on your neck. Uh–oh, you forgot about this important thing– your heart(beat). As soon as his cold fingers graze your skin, your heartbeat quickens and you immediately regret it as you hear a sharp gasp.

"... Todoroki?" Midoriya called out and walked closer to the male, tilting his head in confusion. "Oy, halfie! Don't think about doing something weird to her." Bakugou followed suit.

The greenette squatted down next to the bicolor-male. "She's still breathing..." Todoroki muttered absentmindedly and whipped his head to look at Midoriya. "If– if we take her to the hospital, we can–" "Oi, stop saying stupid shit. We should get a private doctor." Bakugou cut him off before he could finish his sentence and glanced at Midoriya for approval. "We... Todoroki said that she has lost too much blood and– we need to, to get her proper medical help, otherwise–....." They fell silent at the implication of what the stuttering boy had said.

"We should make sure she doesn't die before we think of anything else." Todoroki grumbled and snaked his hands underneath you, carefully raising your body from the cold tiling. He carefully walked outside to his car and– with Bakugou and Midoriya following behind him, placed you into the backseat and drove to the nearest hospital with Midoriya beside him. Bakugou on the other hand, chose to stay and clean up the bathroom.

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"How is she?" Midoriya stopped pacing around and shot the question to the doctor who hasn't even turned around yet. His hands trembled as he held his mouth, Todoroki, on the other hand, sat still on the chair, blankly staring at the generic tiling on the floor. "Her cut wasn't very deep, thankfully. We couldn't find any other injuries that would be lethal. She's just unconscious right now." He reassured the greenette and to his words, Todoroki shot up from his seat. "When can she leave?" He managed to ask while thinking of the many questions he had, leaving the doctor a moment to process the mess of words he had just spouted.

"I'd advise keeping her under watch for the next two days, and if everything's alright then she can leave. We don't know when she might repeat this again." "Okay, thank you, doctor." "Don't worry about it. Are you two staying?" He asked while glancing towards your room. "For a while, yes." Midoriya smiled innocently and bowed to the doctor. "Alright, have a nice day... Oh, and be gentle with the girl, she's young and I assume she's going through a lot at this point of her life." He said with a final wave to the two and disappeared at the nearest corner in the hall.

The words finally sunk in for Midoriya and Todoroki and they stared at each other in disbelief. Were you trying to use some kind of crazy plan to escape from your loving home? They couldn't believe it, the only thing the two were able to do right now was to stare at each other blankly. They immediately whipped their heads up at the sudden rustling from their right.

"Y/N!" Todoroki shouted and stepped towards you, making you sprint in the other direction. He immediately switched to running and quickly caught up to you, his hands extended to yank you back by your shirt violently. You flew into his arms and struggled against his hold, refusing to admit defeat. Though you knew there was only but a slim chance of you being able to slip away, you didn't think they'd catch you so soon.

"Y/N... Can you explain yourself?" Midoriya stepped out from behind Todoroki and narrowed his eyes at you with intense anger lingering behind the vibrant greens of them. Todoroki tightened his hold around you, making you go limp from the heavy force crushing you and your eyes welled up in terror. You knew both of them snapped, no matter what you said, this would still have consequences, heavy ones, that's for sure.

You knew the moment you heard Bakugou say he'd stay at home that you were done for. You knew the moment the doctor said there were two males outside your room, you lost. The moment they found you, when Todoroki noticed your 'dead' body you felt instant regret. You realized too late that you chose the easy plan and that it was the bad choice. But it was made now and as the saying goes; you made your bed, now sleep in it...

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Finally finished with this one!

God, you guys have no idea how long this has been in my drafts. Lol

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Lol okay, I got this really cringe and cliché movie idea but imma share it anyways: How would yanderes poly Erasermic and TodoBakuDeku react to the reader accidentally tripping and kissing someone else? Lol, there would be literal fireworks exploding from the yandere’s side

Who would've thought being organized was so difficult! No wonder I can't be. :/

Anyways! 💙

Hope you like it!

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TodoBakuDeku X Reader

The four of you were certainly sticking out from everyone, especially in the way that the boys had an incredibly hard time keeping themselves in check. It was hard for people to not notice how they seemed to hold you captive, though they certainly didn't want to receive the boys' attention. They also made sure to make you feel like you were at fault.

You would lie if you said the stares of the students didn't bother you, but god forbid you ever complain. You're too afraid what the crazy trio might do to someone on your behalf if you did. So you just kept your words to yourself and resumed eating whatever food the chef placed on your tray. Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou did the same and chomped away on their food, carefully watching you as you stood up and whispered a quiet "bathroom" while pointing into the direction of the restrooms.

They nodded for approval and you patiently waited for Midoriya to stand up and escort you, just as you had been taught over the course of the few months together with them. You desperately wanted to have a breather, so instead of acknowledging Midoriya's extended hand– and taking it as you were always ordered to, you began hastily walking towards the restrooms.

Naturally, your attention was set somewhat behind yourself– on the greenette keeping a respectful distance between you, which you knew you would be punished for. Amidst your panic you bumped against someone who subconsciously grabbed your arm, pulling you with them onto the floor and your relief of not being hurt dispersed the second the information of something soft mashing against your lips registered to your brain.

If you were able to, you would've screamed, but your body did everything without your brain giving a single command– you practically shot up and sprinted towards the dorms, not daring think about who did you even kiss or what Midoriya's face looked like. You already had a nasty gut feeling and a horrifying mental image of the three males confronting you about it as if it was your fault.

None of that went through your mind while you ran through the halls though, and after breaking into your room you slammed the door shut and fumbled with the lock for what turned out to be too long. The door flew open and you were knocked down, your attention barely registering your heavy breathing from a lack of air as the three figures in the doorway walked inside. Todoroki– being the last, closed the door and easily locked it, which would've annoyed you under any other circumstance. Not right now though.

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Your eyes teared up slightly and your head hung low in defeat as Midoriya, thankfully– because he's the calmest of the three– squatted down and grabbed your chin, guiding you to look at him. His thumb brushed over your lips and he hummed in thought before he leaned forward, his lips over yours in an animalistic kiss. You knew he was trying to 'overwrite' the kiss from earlier.

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The next day you woke cradled between Todoroki and Bakugou on the bed and to your surprise, Midoriya was nowhere to be seen. After several minutes of fruitlessly struggling in their arms, you sighed and shook Todoroki awake– Bakugou was a no go. After a few moments of sleepily mumbling he reluctantly let go of you and you slipped out of the room, unintentionally bumping into a small, buff body. You quickly realized that it was Midoriya, solely because of his gentle green locks and smal freckles and mumbled a rushed "Morning" which sounded really awkward.

You hoped, at least, that he felt awkward. You hated the fact that he simply dismissed it and embraced you in a tight hug, making you feel nauseous. Truthfully, anything the males did made you hate them more.

After all they've done, they're still keeping up this lovey-dovey act of normal lovers. And it makes you sick to the stomach to have no other option other than playing along.

... Especially after last night.

EraserMic X Reader

You walked down the halls straight towards the teachers' lounge in UA and held the carefully wrapped package close to your chest. Just less than an hour ago you were in your home relaxing, but a phonecall from the ravenette had you hurrying inside the building with a box you had no idea what was contained inside– nor did you dare peek inside to find out, you weren't that stupid.

Aizawa urged you to bring him the box he left on the table, and you did so, you already had a solid idea of the importance of this small box by the male's voice, so you speed walked– because Recovery Girl warned you about running, and stopped abruptly in front of the doors of the room and with a bit of struggle, opened it and walked inside after a timid "Sorry for the intrusion".

Your breath hitched as you immediately noticed the ravenette whipping up his head and staring at you, but maybe, just maybe, you should've payed a bit more attention to where you walked. Because the next thing you knew, the package flew out of your hands and your comical fall made you end up on top of a skinny body, though your attention only focused on your lips pressing against another pair of tougher, but still arguably soft textured ones.

Your stomach dropped and you immediately pushed yourself up from– who you could clearly identify now as All Might and violently wiped your lips as you hesitantly looked at Aizawa and Hizashi– was he always standing beside him with a face so unlike his usual demeanor? Well, one thing you knew for sure was the fact that you messed up bad. Both of them glared with faces akin to a growling wild dog, minus any sound. The only reason no one noticed them was because they were busy laughing at you and the blonde still splayed across the floor in shock.

You quickly scrambled up and nearly threw the mysterious package onto the table as you repeatedly muttered apologies and sprinted out of the building as fast as your legs would allow you to. You did not want to wait longer and find out what that unstable duo would do for something like that.

You knew it too well already; even if you were to hide in the most inconspicuous corner of the whole country, they would find you in what'd seem like just a moment. Although I guess you'll experience it yourself real, real soon given that in your haste you could only think of a shabby hotel as a hiding place...

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(. . . . .) ~ Sorry ~

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The next day– or who knows how many days it has been already, you weakly sit up on the bed and clasp your trembling hands together as you struggle to keep your breathing even. You feel the heat radiating off the two males on either side and the confinement of the thick sheets over you. Your lips and certain parts of your body feel numb as you helplessly slip away and nearly topple over with how immensely weak your whole body currently was. It was a real struggle to practically limp into the bathroom to help yourself.

And of course you were made well aware of the men's predatory gazes that never lost an ounce of intensity.

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Ah, yes, I also disabled asks (hopefully 😅) until I clean up my box and finish the ones I already have. 😁👌

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How would yanderes TodoBakuDeku react to reader dating someone else and the dude treats reader really well and both of them are in love? Would the yanderes still try sabotaging the relationship? And say, do you write for Demon Slayer too?

Edit: I’ll inform you when I’ve finally watched it. :)

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TodoBakuDeku

/ / / / / / / / / / I chose a random name– Hiro for your boyfriend, 'cause I didn't really like writing (boyfriend's name), but let me know if you'd actually prefer that. ⟵(๑¯◡¯๑)

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"Hey, babe." Hiro cooed as he bent down to place a small peck on your forehead and sat down beside you, trying his best to ignore the piercing glares the three males sitting opposite of you shot at him. "Hey." You smiled at him, completely oblivious to the tension.

"Good morning, Hiro.." Midoriya spoke up with bright enthusiasm and elbowed Todoroki and Bakugou under the table, which Bakugou responded to with a click of his tongue, while Todoroki simply cocked an eyebrow at the greenette. "It must be soooo~ convenient to be the teachers' favourite.." He drawled with an amused smirk.

Hiro's eyes twitched and he forced himself to smile at Midoriya as he draped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. "What do you mean?" You leaned your head against his shoulder, just able to see Midoriya's spoon bending in his hands. "I mean, you're the only student NOT part of the hero course, yet still here almost all the time." He said with gritted teeth.

"Well, yeah." He turned his head towards you and laughed. "After all, I can't imagine a day without my love." "That's way too cheesy, mate!" You playfully hit his chest and picked up a piece of (food of your choice), and began munching on it. "Ah, here." Hiro raised a hand to wipe off your face and grinned. "It would've been enough to tell me, ya know.." You pouted as you began playfully bickering with each other, lost in your own, small world.

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"Midoriya.." Todoroki spoke quietly as he boredly messed with his food. "..Yeah?" The boy answered without looking at him, his gaze completely focused on the couple. "I'm happy that Y/N's happy, but I'd rather she wasn't with someone else other than me." "Yeah? And what the fuck do you want us to do, icy–hot?" Bakugou chimed in, his voice the complete opposite of what he said. He sounded more amused than angry, although there was still hint of that.

"We could break them up. He's obviously not good enough for Y/N, and it's also obvious that she's only dating him because she's too kind." Bakugou and Todoroki stared at Midoriya for a few seconds as they slowly processed what he had said. "And how do we do that?" Todoroki asked with curiosity and cocked his head. "It would be easier if we just got rid of him immediately." "We can't. At least not now." "Why?" "We have to show everyone how worthless he is, so that Y/N could finally stop going out with him out of pity." Midoriya reasoned hastily, almost as if he was afraid that if he didn't, something would go wrong. "....After that, I'm sure Y/N would really appreciate it if we gave her control on what to do with Hiro." He smiled innocently as Bakugou snorted at the controversy between the greenette's physical appearance and personality.

"And I have an idea.." Midoriya looked around and beckoned the two to lean closer to him. "Oi, nerd, this is way too suspicious." "Bakugou, would you please just shut up?" "I-..." "Anyways, here's what we're going to do....."

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You gotta love it when you somehow mess up and Tumblr's just like: Oh, you wanna reset what you've been writing for an hour? Here's a challenge too– you can't undo. 🙂

Bet you don't even remember what you wrote.

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Oh dear, I hope you're feeling all right now. That last post you mentioned about you getting a cold, I hope you're feeling better, here's a hug for you to cheer you up 🤗

Hey, thanks mate! 💙

I'm mostly healthy now, and you guys are absolutely making my otherwise eventless days much more fun. ( ◜‿◝ )♡

I'm definitely having a fun time on Tumblr (and I hope you enjoy my content), so I'll try to post at least once a week, an update at the very least.

I'm also currently practicing English a bit more, because I think I might've been using my language's grammar, though this'll take a while to show an effect. (~￣³￣)~

All in all, I'll try not to make you guys feel as if I've abandoned Tumblr, I'm just a really, inconsistent person, I guess? I don't know if that's the right word. 😅👀