When you’re writing a Yandere!Supervillain x Journalist!Reader fic for your Patreon but then realize halfway through that you’re basically writing Megamind fan fiction so you have to start over from scratch but then inspiration refuses to slap you in the face💀.
pov: yan izuku as your online bf (middleschool to UA timeline)
you were a fan of all might and there was nothing in the world you adored more than showing off your special edition pro hero cards. that's where you met him. you, mybiasmiorko, were hanging around in a discord server of over 100k members, he was there, HeroNerd94, chatting it up to distract himself from his current insufferable life.
quirkless. idiot. weirdo.
but you were the person he needed at the time, it was fate.
your first conversation on the forum went so well that you took it to the dms. some days you would talk for hours, other times you would go over a week without a reply.
even after 5 years, there were things you didn’t know about him like...
his real name or even his face, just his voice.
during his middle school to early ua years, it was higher-pitched, soft, a little shaky. sometimes he’d speak way too fast over the phone, rambling about all might, then pause when the topic shifted, afraid he might say the wrong thing.
by his last ua years, around 16 or 17, his voice had grown deeper. gentle, breathy, warm. he’d lean closer to the phone just to whisper goodnight before hanging up.
as time passed he grew busier. it upset you, but you never pushed. after all, he said he was in a medical-prep school. you were proud of him. the idea that he could be lying never even crossed your mind.
2:55PM 「mybiasmirko」: where r uu??
3:00PM 「HeroNerd94♡」: srry, these finals are kicking my ass
3:01PM 「mybiasmirko」: haha same
3:01PM 「mybiasmirko」: what school are you going to?
3:03PM 「HeroNerd94♡」: University of Tokyo
3:05PM 「mybiasmirko」: what?? me too! im getting a scholarship ride over there. we'll finally be able to hang out!
the smile on izuku’s face had faded long ago. ever since you asked what college he was going to. you didn’t know he went to ua. you didn’t know he was izuku midoriya. the same boy you’d become a fan of when he rose in popularity during his 3rd year.
naturally, after ua he was meant to have his hero license and join an agency. not become a cardiothoracic surgeon like he told you.
there was so much you didn’t know. and so much he did.
from your photos alone, he pieced together your world. a shot at the theatre gave away the toho cinemas logo, just forty minutes from his dorm. street signs, schools, cafés...thank god for that.
4:13PM「HeroNerd94♡」: so what are you doing right now?
4:14PM「mybiasmirko」: im at this coffee shop:
「photo of a biscuit and iced matcha latte」
4:16PM「HeroNerd94♡」: yummy. are you waiting for anyone?
4:20PM「mybiasmirko」: not really, just gonna finish an essay while i have this, i know ur jealous dw
he smiled to himself. he knew that café. he was at that café. sitting above on the rooftop, hero suit hugging his frame, watching you from above.
4:25PM「HeroNerd94♡」: you don't mind if i call you do you?
4:26PM「HeroNerd94♡」: i mean, i know you have to study, but i'd love to be on call with you, atleast for a little bit
you obliged.
his voice came through, dreamy as ever.
“this essay is eating me alive,” you groaned.
he laughed. “what’s it about again?”
“comparing a shakespeare play to black mirror.”
“wow, never thought i’d hear those two things in the same sentence. sounds like a real challenge.” he said, watching you shuffle your papers around.
time with you always passed quickly. but you had to end the call—procrastination couldn’t be the reason you failed this class.
when the call dropped, a text came in right after:.
4:40PM「HeroNerd94♡」: wish I could’ve been there with you today
4:41PM「mybiasmirko」: me too. you'd get my work done so fast
you set your phone aside and focused on your laptop.
he slid down from the rooftop. forced himself to. time to reveal himself.
just close enough to the café, you caught him from the corner of your eye. deku. standing at the menu, scratching his neck.
you seized your chance—snatched up a paper and pen, and rushed over.
“hi,” you said sheepishly. “i don’t want to be annoying, but me and my boyfriend are huge fans. could you give me an autograph?”
he turned with a smile, feigning surprise. “no, don’t worry, it’s totally fine.” he glanced at the paper with amusement. macbeth’s psychological journey: ambition to madness?
you flushed. “only paper i had. sorry, i was using it for my essay, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
he signed it with ease, handed it back. “it was nice to meet you.”
you bowed quickly, cheeks hot, and hurried back to your chair. the first thing you did was call your boyfriend.
behind you, his smile dropped as the phone began to ring.
you paced with excitement as soon as he answered. “you won’t guess who i saw!”
“who?” he feigned excitement.
“deku! it’s insane! he was literally at the same café i was at, looking at the menu. i had to ask for an autograph, so i grabbed my paper—god, i thought it was useless before, but now i’m never throwing it away. i’ll send you the picture soon.”
you rambled on, walking farther from the café.
that’s when you saw him. in the alleyway. izuku. mouthing the same words you were hearing through the phone.
tilting his head, he said, “are you serious?! that’s amazing! well what are you waiting for? i need to see that photo right now.”
your feet stopped moving.
no sound left your end for a long, heavy second.
“…hello?” his voice came, soft, warm, familiar.
his head turned, a carefree expression.
you could see him. really see him. his smile faltering, just the barest twitch of panic in his green eyes. he didn’t know what you’d do, what you’d say. for the first time in years, it was him who was uncertain, who was exposed.
Yandere that only feels some sense of euphoria in their own body when they're wearing exact copies of your clothes.
[18+; short]
There's just some sort of mental barrier between appreciation for themself as they are- They just can't manage it unless they're dressed head to toe in a perfect replica of your wardrobe.
Every single time they match you to down to the socks, they can't help but turn in the mirror, smiling and admire every single piece.
The extent to this obsession is down to pilfering your underwear.
They managed to swipe a pair and replace it with a perfect, new copy- the worn ones kept for themself. An extra special kind of thrill that sends endorphins down their spine and puts a twisted, flushed smile on their face every moment they're in them.
Its the only way they can get off now. Playing with themself as they gaze in the mirror. Imagining your eyes on them as they copy as much of you as possible. Picturing the way you'd react to the act of worship that they perform every time they dress as your reflection. Finishing while moaning your name and soiling your underwear with their fluids.
Grimacing at the idea that they may have stained the holy item.
In all honesty- this hobby isn't for the weak willed. Countless hours spent prowling ebay, mercari, everywhere trying to find some of the older clothes you've worn. Always rushing to google the brand when they go through your drawers and find something new in your wardrobe- desperately hoping you didn't thrift it and it's still on shelves. Easily accessible.
But it's worth it.
Every single time it is the most worth it thing in the world.
Seeing the you in their form as they smile and touch their reflection.
Feeling the genuine euphoria in being you.
One step closer to you in a way that makes their heart flutter.
My wife has come across some of the wildest yandere premises on their dash. Including "Blue Collar Husband Yandere" "Wild West Gang Yandere" "World War II Veteran Yandere" "Billionaire Industrialist yandere" and more. Here are some ideas I would like to throw there out myself.
Nikola Tesla yandere. Former 90s boy band yandere. Sled dog racer yandere. Socially anxious fancy rat breeder yandere. 7/11 night shift worker who lives on Monster energy and tacos yandere. Astronaut who has just returned from a long trip to space and is struggling to readjust to life on earth, who keeps looking longingly up at the sky whispering "that was the real world. Out there. That was the real world. That was the real world." yandere
Should I branch my nsfw/nsft writing to the fandoms Im writing for? Cause I got some that I've been working on but don't know if y'all wanna hear it.
YES!!! please do, I would love to hear it!
NO!!! please do not, I don't want to hear it!
Voting ended onFeb 12
I want y'all to be comfortable with what I'm writing so that's why I'm asking this so y'all can be more comfortable with request any nsfw/nsft ideas or just reading future suggestive stuff I make.
But it's you guys can choose and I do want to make smut and just nsfw/nsft fics to hopefully improve my writing now but yeah.