Yanderes are a whole dere dere type, but there are a lot of ways to write them. Depending on their personality, you can make all sorts of yanderes as long as the lovesickness is within the character’s thoughts. In this post, I’ll be analyzing a couple of different types that I’ve seen and discuss them.
People really don't understand mha do they. This must be the same anon. And besides that you are a villain fan so why do they keep bothering you. It's so painfully obvious that villains need saving. Now are there ones that are hopeless, AFO or Ramsey Bolton from GOT, yes, but Toga, Shigaraki and Dabi can absolutely be helped. If someone doesn't agree with your take, or other awesome blogs which see the trio being helped(which I feel is spot on and definitely going to happen) why dont they move on. Can you image if these characters were just put down like a rabid dog. How upsetting and damaging to the story, it would undo all of the message. I feel it says something about them that they can't see that, Shigaraki was manipulated and groomed, tortured, Dabi was abused, I'll stop cause I can go on forever. Anyway keep up the good work and know your appreciated.🌸🌻
People do not get BNHA, and I don’t know whether it depends on the demographics or just because people read stuff just for the sake of it, blindly and passively accepting everything the author throws their way.
I do agree with the fact that not all villains might be redeemable, or salvageable (I don’t know whether you mean Bolton from the series, or the one from the books - because Ramsey Bolton from the books makes show!Bolton look like a cute little pastor, but even then, all characters in ASoIaF are morally grey at best, and they are all somehow the villains of someone else’s story, except Sam. Samwell Tarly is holy.) - but it is not the case of Shigaraki, Dabi and Toga (Imagine comparing Bolton holding captive Theon Greyjoy and the League, Bakugou). The thing is, the pure abuse and violence they went through it is not something that resonates to everyone, unfortunately. Therefore, people who are not even an ounce familiar to what are the consequences of such extreme actions in childhood and adolescence, just turn out to be herding the narrative of heroes, in a way which is less analysing of it and more just blindly supporting them because they are good, and therefore they are by default doing the right thing. It’s a shame to see, but oh well.
Also thank you for that, and for the endless support. Both to you and anyone who sends cute messages and asks. You brighten my day. 💛
How does Bakugou handle being broken up with when he’s still deeply in love with you?
When you asked him to finally break up, everything would come crashing down on him. He'll realize all his shortcomings and would beat himself up for letting shit get this far that you would want to end the relationship. He'll look at you and ask if this is what you really want, if this is what would make you happy.. and even though it's killing him, he'll let you go.
You'll think that was that and you'll set yourself to start anew. But then the next few days, you'll see him come to work absolutely dreadful. His infamous attitude would dial up a notch and he'd take his anger out on anyone.
You knew Bakugo is a proud man. So when he comes knocking at your door after a few months, and practically grovels at your feet, begging you to take him back , you were surprised.
He's not drunk but he's a mess. You have never seen him this wrecked before. Hell, not even his parents or closest friends.
You'll finally realize just how much he does love you..
a/n: hanahaki disease, mentions of blood, two dumb idiots.
“do you have asthma or something?”
when the coughing stopped, you threw those weeds in the trash can, crushed by your red, itchy fingers and the smell of licorice made you dizzy.
“i’m okay. water went down the wrong pipe, is all.” but katsuki already saw and he doesn’t speak for a minute. you can see the gears turning in his head. “you have hanahaki? i don’t have time for this —who is it.”
“i’m fine, bakugo, i’m still in the early stage— i can’t.”
your throat was sore and raw, funny how the flower growing in your lungs help with the pain, just a little.
katsuki repeats himself again, louder, and you catch the shake in his voice. “tell me. i’ll drag their ass over here.” you two stare at each other, you try to calm your racing heart.
with a click of his tongue katsuki turns on his heel and began to walk away, but not a few seconds later he stops. the urge to throw up hits again, and you put a hand over your mouth.
“i won’t let you die.” he didn’t look at you, shock pooling in his stomach.
your heart feels so heavy —so full of emotion. when you were with him, everything felt weightless and pleasant. not this time, though.
so you did your best to hide the constant itch in your throat whenever he stood by your side, when he dropped his lunch and sits next to you, sometimes sitting in silence and sometimes he’ll point boys (and girls) out. “is it him? that fucker.”
“no, bakugo.”
you believe the love you held for him didn’t need to be reciprocated, if only he knew he was giving you more time while also taking it away faster.
it didn’t take long before you cough up whole clusters of soft flowers, bright color spoiled by the blood you spilled for bakugo katsuki.
the panic when he called your name and your face was getting redder, falling to your knees as you struggle to breathe. and he noticed the yellow weeds on the floor by his feet.
“why can’t you get the surgery? you’re almost..”
katsuki had stayed in your hospital room, tracing the marks on your hands as if they were speckled with gold. the flowers, the memories and feelings you cherished were finally gone.
his heart ached the first morning you didn’t wake up choking, you finally take a deep breath but you didn’t smile at him the way you used to.
that same night he began coughing up flowers of his own.
solidago, commonly called goldenrod, might cause allergic skin reactions.
Rain patters against your bedroom window, encompassing you in a cage that feels a bit too cold for comfort, winning against the lost warmth of tear-stained covers.
It's dark outside. The midnight moon silently crying off in the distance, illuminating just enough for you to see the murmuring silhouette of cars driving through the dampened roads.
"I just wanted to hear your voice," His voice is rough, and that oh so familiar gruff that resonated under the loving tone he used with you, yeah, you couldn't help but feel bittersweet, "it's stupid, but I miss you a lot right now. Don't go telling that shit to the others, shitty hair wouldn't shut up about it last time."
The corners of your mouth tug up, "you know I love you right?"
Instinctively, the tips of your fingers trace over the circle of dainty silver that hugs your index comfortingly.
"I know I don't say it enough, and that I can act like an asshole sometimes." He scoffs at himself, letting the smallest chuckle escape from his lips, "But you deal with me so well."
It goes silent for just a moment, and the muffled sounds of traffic start to fill the room.
How does Bakugou handle being broken up with when he’s still deeply in love with you?
When you asked him to finally break up, everything would come crashing down on him. He'll realize all his shortcomings and would beat himself up for letting shit get this far that you would want to end the relationship. He'll look at you and ask if this is what you really want, if this is what would make you happy.. and even though it's killing him, he'll let you go.
You'll think that was that and you'll set yourself to start anew. But then the next few days, you'll see him come to work absolutely dreadful. His infamous attitude would dial up a notch and he'd take his anger out on anyone.
You knew Bakugo is a proud man. So when he comes knocking at your door after a few months, and practically grovels at your feet, begging you to take him back , you were surprised.
He's not drunk but he's a mess. You have never seen him this wrecked before. Hell, not even his parents or closest friends.
You'll finally realize just how much he does love you..
IDEA. Soulmate AU where Bakugou lashes out at y/n, he goes over the top, and hurts y/n. Through the argument, he’s too caught up in his anger to realize that the string between them has severed in two.
- bumble anon 🐝🍯
Broken dreams and promises.
Soulmate au, where bakugo becomes so accustomed to your unconditional love that he takes it for granted. Word count: 700
Warnings: angst, verbally hurtful things.
Note: Gosh, I haven’t updated in so long. I’m going to try to work on requests and get back to writing again! Thanks for the support despite my inactivity. Heres a lil somethin, sorry if its poorly written
A childish, naive grin marked your face at night as you dreamily moved your pinky, tugging at the string tying you and your soulmate, head fuzzy as though cocooned in cotton candy, hoping the syrupy, yet warm and welcoming feelings could reach your fated one at the end of the string. Sometimes you longingly caressed it, cherished it as if it’s your most prized possession, it was certainly your most precious.
After meeting your fated, however, innocent, unexpectant grins turned to strained smiles. thin, weary, and cautious. You were however persistent enough to maintain them at night, for you were persistent to maintain your soulbond, to one day reach his heart, to sit nestled there comfortably. Hoping his guarded walls would lower to allow you to peek through. To caress the rough ridges and the soft spots, to get to know it all. If only he’d let you.
And eventually, you thought he did.
Like the late-night kitchen runs where you thought you bonded together.
“You like spicy noodles too?” You questioned curiously, somewhat desperate to find a common ground to converse on with your volatile soul mate.
“Tsk, why would I make it if I didn’t like it?” He answered you, arching up a blond brow. You couldn’t help how your heart jackhammered at how pretty he looked even when he was looking at you judgmentally.
“I’m just surprised you got good taste is all. It might be too spicy for you…” you were trying a different approach today.
As if he swallowed a sour plum, he turned to you with a ferocious look, like a threatened bear.
“Haa? You think your soulmate is a loser who can’t handle it?! Dumbass I’ll show you who can’t handle it.”
You two ended using all the chilli in the dorms, unwilling to relent to the other. It was awkward to explain the situation to Kirishima who walked in on you two with flaming faces and snot-filled tissues.
But you let your guard down.
Because you thought this was it.
You didn’t think he’d shred your heart to pieces, not when he had your body close, his arms caging you to him as he cried and shed his pains and sorrows. Not after he let you kiss his tears away and promise to allows be there for him.
Now, here he stood, your other half, with a knife in his hand, stabbing your heart unrelentingly, mercilessly. Did your feelings not reach him? Did he not know that if he were the sun, you’d be willing to burn just to touch him?
“Useless” the word rang in your head like a mantra. Why would such a hurtful thing come from your one true love unprovoked? You didn’t even do anything to warrant such poisonous wrath.
“You keep clinging to me, as if you think I actually want to be with you” all the memories you shared with him became tainted with doubt, did you really mean so little to him? You tried your hardest, so why is it that Bakugou Katsuki is always out of reach? Why is it that he let your fingertips graze him enough that you’d be filled with hope for more?
“I didn’t even want a soulmate, but to be mated to you is humiliating. Go, leave, and don’t speak to me again.” This wasn’t anger. This was bone-chilling, frozen hate. He found it revolting to even be around you. If this is what it means to have a soul mate…then you never want to experience it ever again. You wish you never had a soul mate, never got to know Bakugou Katsuki, only to have him tear your heart like this.
The silky, red ribbon tied at your pinkies slowly strained in the middle, and when you turned away and left, the ribbon no longer stretched infinitely. It tore, and Bakugou looked in horror as the red ribbon that was now more loosely than ever wrapped to his pinky slowly but painfully darkened to pitch black as the end of it laid severed in front of him. Bakugou had single-handedly torn his soul in two, and now there would be a million things left unsaid, even though his mouth never seized its assault on you.
He sank to the floor, red orbs wide in disbelief as they glistened, but Bakugou paid no mind to the tears as he brought the string to him, regretfully caressing what he destroyed. It would be a testament to his hate, but how can that be when he loves you as much as his awkward heart can love?
And for you? Well, childhood filled daydreams of your other half were no more.
at first katsuki didn’t care when you became so adamant on hanging around him. you weren’t someone he would normally give a second of his time.
you would be the first person to ask to be his partner, the first to strike up a conversation. he would always reply with short answers but you never minded, you could do the talking.
“i like you a lot, bakugo!” you said after a month of being.. unofficial.. friends, and for some reason it sent his chest into a frenzy. he had to stop and think, no one has ever told him that before. you saw he looked flustered, almost pissed off.
but now it made sense; you wanted something from him, he thought.
“why?” katsuki wanted to ask, but “well, i don’t like you so fuck off.” came out instead. he remembered how you blush in embarrassment, spreading across the face he had begun to memorize. when you begged him to help you study, he would sneak glances and try to burn the image of you in his mind.
when your hair fell over your eyes and you failed to blow it away, he wanted to reach over and do it for you. katsuki says to stop slacking off when you catch him staring.
the great bakugo katsuki has started to like you— in what way, he wasn’t sure and he did not plan to admit it any time soon. you weren’t like the others.
but he had a bad temper, and sometimes it got the best of him; like the day everything, all the progress, time, hours together was nothing but the past. katsuki didn’t mean to snap at you, he was just exhausted and sore from training and the way you grabbed him, so gentle but sure, set him off and he didn’t even know why.
“are you a complete idiot or are you just hoping something will change?” he slapped your hand away and it shut you up immediately, that glare had you flinching as if burned. “what do you—“
“shut up! just.. shut up! i will never like you, you’re nothing to me. get that through your thick skull. i’m here to become a hero, why are you even here?!”
your face turns red because all your friends were watching the scene unfold from his yelling. he expected you to get upset, he wanted you to. ball your fists and yell back at him, give him a reason to hate you.
“i.. don’t know why i’m here.” it was as if the air was punched out of his lungs when you turned around, walking away so easily without another word. you’re leaving? he swallowed the instant knot in his throat, fingers itching to reach out and demand you come back. he had so much shit to throw at you, so many nice things he wanted to do with you.
but, he didn’t. katsuki just watched you go, clicking his tongue and pretended he didn’t care.
you slowly but surely stopped coming around, at first it was the excuse that you were just busy until he hardly saw you outside of classes. it was so obvious, no one said anything though. maybe they hoped you two would work it out.
katsuki didn’t blame you for avoiding him, but it still made him angry. wasn’t it obvious that he didn’t mean it? all the times his hand would brush yours and he’d call you clingy. he would try not to yell so much, he’d offer his help when you needed it.
he was just starting to change. did you know and just wanted to punish him for being an asshole?
he was sorry.
he wanted to find you and demand an explanation for what he’s feeling, why he can’t sleep at night because all he can think of is you. no more did his heart jump at the sound of your voice.
you made him feel different and it ended before it even had the chance to start.
It was definitely weird. Your friends thought so as well. But there was something attractive about him that you couldn’t pin point yourself. Maybe it was his looks. Maybe it was his complete opposite nature to yours. Maybe it was his drive.. his larger than life dream to become the number one.
And maybe his proclamations of his goal became a little bit too much that it influenced you to the point where you wanted to become the number one too. His number one.
But that doesn’t really sound as easy as it is to say. You wonder how he is always so sure of himself; shouting those words over and over again at anyone who comes his way.
You knew it was pointless, so you never acted on this urge. You wanted to. But it surely wasn’t easy for you, trying to hold back. But if there’s anything that’s easy, it was becoming his friend.
Fresh out of the shower, the ends of his hair still damp against your collar where he tucks into your throat, Tomura settles himself on top of your chest. He huffs irritably and shifts his hips as he gets comfortable between your thighs, reaching down with a rough hand to hook your leg around his hips. Laid back and spread along the length of your bed, you wait while he shapes you.
Once his restlessness dims you ask, "Better?"
The air carries a gentle scent of eucalyptus. His skin is still warm, accompanied by the dull scratch of his cheek as he presses himself even closer. His weight is heavy, but comforting. Lacking the energy for words he hums in contentment, and you feel the soft vibration through his lips.
Fingers threading into his roots, he arches into your touch briefly with eyes half closed, taking on the expression of a benevolent cat. The corner of your mouth lifts as you watch him fondly, and in meeting your gaze you can almost hear his reply.
Yeah, he thinks, leaden with exhaustion. This is better.
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