!Everything here is based on a Yandere standpoint! These are not healthy relationships!
!If you yourself are in a relationship like these please get help, it’s dangerous! I don’t stand by these kinds of relationships, and the writing is just for practice!
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Hello! How are you? <3 can I please request a yan!vlad king, [or if you dknt write for vlad, bakugo], with a fem darling that snuggles pillows and stuffed animals before she's kidnapped, but now that she is, they have given her no other choice than to use them as her snuggle partner? Maybe a little tinge of scared reader? Thank you! Sorry if this is too long haha..
[coughing and sputtering as I emerge from my cave]
Vlad King you say?! (Sorry about the wait, i’ve been away for a while, I might be a little rusty, forgive me.) -Valu.
Super short One-Shot under the cut!
TW: Kidnapping, Yandere themes
Nobody expects to be taken captive. No matter what you do you cannot prepare, you cannot predict, and cannot prevent. No, not in this superhuman society. It’s bad for people with quirks- and hell for those who are quirk-less.
You’re no different. You weren’t prepared, you couldn’t have prevented it either. He had slipped in without you even noticing (which is odd, since the man’s about as big as All-Might himself).
But here you were. Sitting on his couch in his home only hours after he took you from your home. From where you were comfortable. From the safety of your bed with your plush animals and your soft pillows- in reality you only cared for the animals.
Sekijiro knew this (How could he not?). He had watched you for too long to brush off your habits, but how could he be so sure? You’d be fine to attach to him in no time! No worries!
Then a day passed- and a week- and a month…
He was getting tired of it.
"I know this is hard to get used to,"
He sounded like he was trying to coax a dog out from under the bed, hunched down, and watching you weigh your options.
It's not like he had hurt you, at least he can't think of a time when he had. Your fear was stupid- or as his coworker would say, illogical. You were acting like a child throwing a tantrum at this rate.
"But you know you can't just avoid your problems forever."
He was right, in a sense. You missed the comfort of your own bed, your plush animals and their beady eyes. You should be angry with him, enough to fight him, to spit in his face, hell even to call him names.
You knew, deep down though, that there was no way you were ever going back to that same bed. The same plush animals.
Not unless you played your cards the way Sekijiro wanted you to and even then there's no guarantee you'd ever be going back to the peaceful life you once had.
You fell into routine faster then you'd like to admit. It wasn't Stockholm, no. Just a craving to be held. Not that he seemed to mind at all.
No he could never complain about the night you sought him out. Not after all the effort he put in to getting you used to him.
Japan's rainy season was particularly rough for you. It had been since you were young, and even now in the spare bedroom of the teacher’s home you found yourself clutching the sheets with anticipation. Anticipation of what? Thunder. It hadn’t bothered you in years, but now, sitting in an unfamiliar place with nothing to cling to or soothe your nerves? It was like you never got over that fear in the first place.
You hadn’t even expected to make it this far, really. You thought that maybe he would get over this addiction, send you back on your way, and you’d never speak to him again. Or maybe you would find a way out- through a window or while he slept, but even then you were unsuccessful. Every turn was met with failure, no matter how far you got away from the house, no matter how long you hid in the bushes, it always failed. You were stuck and that has become unbelievably exhausting.
Perhaps that’s why a particular clap of thunder had you scrambling to get out of bed. The hardwood was cold under your feet, and you could hear the air conditioner clicking on again, it was only going to get colder. Naturally you know trying to leave in this weather would just be a bad idea, you’d die in the cold or he’d catch you before you even made it out of the yard. So you did the only reasonable thing, sucking up your pride and wandering along the hallway, your hand resting on the side of the wall to make sure you didn’t trip over anything. Flinching just a little bit at the next clap of thunder.
There was a dim light coming from beneath his door, of course he was awake. The man had classes to teach, papers to grade. This would have been less embarrassing if he had been asleep. At least then it would have been an issue for future you. You had every opportunity to turn around and go right back to your room, but your hand moved faster than rational thought, and you knocked. Pushing the door open without waiting for an answer.
The bulldog looked up at you first, grunting as its nubby tail rocked back and forth before laying its head back down.
Sekijiro on the other hand, had indeed been grading papers, and he takes a moment before looking up at you. His brows knitted in a way that you hated. You don’t say a word, trying to save any dignity you had left, and move to crawl into the empty space beside him, pulling the blankets up and to your chin as he watches you, his brows relaxing. He continues grading his papers, letting you shift and worm until you decided you were comfortable, even as you made yourself comfortable at his side.
He didn’t mind it at all, seeing how you had reluctantly accepted just where you were supposed to be. He’s glad to take his place as your sole snuggle buddy.
Heyo, are your matchups still open? And if they are, could I please get one from BNHA? I prefer male. I'm told that I have a personality of Bakugou's but am a go with the flow person and sometimes cold to people like Todoroki but I care about people who are close to me. I just have a hard time expressing myself since well... I think feelings are weak and may come off as s Tsundere lol. I like music and reading books and pride myself on knowing karate. I'm also kinda insecure of myself that's all
I’m sorry, I don’t do matchups anymore :(
I decided I didn’t like the idea of matching people to a character just felt off to me, but i’m sure you could find someone else to give you a matchup though!
It’s already been a year since I started this blog. That’s just- amazing to me. I’ve been on and off with this blog of course, taking breaks here and there for work and school, but I feel like this blog has been a huge help with my writing, but it’s officially one year old!
But I think if anything I want to say thank you to all of you and my mutuals, it means a lot to me that you’re here and that you enjoy my content even just a little bit. I appreciate every one of you and my dms are always open if you need someone to talk to. It means so much to me to know people enjoy my content, of course not everyone is going to enjoy it, but knowing at least some people do is enough. Thank you for being here. :)
I cant express enough how happy I am that you’re here, and I hope you plan to stay a while longer, because there is certainly more content to come.
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Your writing is pure GOLD! Like, I get so immersed in it and the way you write the characters so accurately suwgydusby Kudos! XDD On that note, can we get some Yandere EraserMic x darling?! She's easily flustered and shy and I feel like their dynamic would be brilliant! Who wouldn't wanna be sandwiched between two hot daddys jduushwu- 😳
Ohoh we love these two. I apologize for the wait, thank you for your request! -Valu.
Becoming a new teacher at the UA highschool was quite possibly the hardest thing you had ever done. New hires were almost unheard of, and the hiring process was most definitely tedious; You’ve never had so many backgrounds checks (and rechecks) all your life. You had stuttered your way through interviews, stumbling over words, and repeating yourself plenty of times.
Yet the principal had decided you would fit right in, his mousy paws spreading in joy as he announced that you were hired- even though it took him three weeks to come to that conclusion.
You were relieved, really. This was one of the hardest jobs to get hired for, and yet here you were! Your first day on the job as a UA Teacher. Now? It was up to you to teach your students and push them to be all they could be- not that you would actually get that chance of course.
Present Mic, who had told you to call him Hizashi, made quick work of getting aquatinted with you. Dragging you around the building, introducing you to the many teachers of the school, he couldn’t help but notice how flustered you were. So many new people in such a short amount of time had your head spinning, and Hizashi found that adorable.
He just had to introduce you to Shouta. Had to have him see what a cute little thing he got his hands on- and then proceeded to leave you alone with the brunet.
Something about getting a drink out of the vending machine, but to you? It seemed like some kind of messed-up set up. The shaggy man hardly batting an eye at you as he sorted through test papers and assignments alike.
On one hand, you were happy he wasn’t paying you any mind, but on the other? You felt like you needed to make conversation to fill the silence.
It didn’t take Shouta long to agree with Hizashi. You were adorable. Trying to make the situation less awkward by chattering about the weather, just to grow more embarrassed with each “Mhm.” He gave you. Shouta certainly wasn’t doing it on purpose at first, but when he noticed how frustrated you were getting? He just couldn’t help himself.
You’re already shy as can be, so it’s only reasonable that you need two confident heroes to have your back.
By the time Hizashi had returned- a colorful drink in hand, your face had turned red from embarrassment. Feeling like you had been called on by a teacher when you didn’t know the answer while trying to fix the situation. To you? It was awkward. To them? It was charming.
This was only the beginning to their obsession. The beginning to your relationship with the two heroes. They’d wind up being the only two people you’d ever need- plus a few cats of course.
Shouta felt a little sad when you left for your classes, his husband lingering around with that grin on his face. You know, the one someone gets on their face when they’re up to something? Yeah. That one. Though, despite every bit of logic in him, Shouta could only return the look.
You were perfect in every way to them, and it didn’t take them long to decide that they needed to have you in their life. Of course, it would be easy! They’d just both approach you!
There’d be months of this. The both of them courting you in any way they could. It wasn’t a competition, but you didn’t need to know that just yet. They could surprise you with the idea of dating them both! Then all your problems would be solved!
They could stand up for you, correct your order at a restaurant, anything your heart desired really. Hizashi even took the time to begin to look into a larger house so you could be with them- always. Of course, they’ll have to come up with a reason as to why you can’t work anymore… They can always spread lies. You’re a lesser hero and it’s not like you’re confident enough to stand up for yourself if you’re confronted.
This is why you need them. You need them to be there for you, to protect you. To speak for you. Thankfully, the both of them are willing to bend over backwards for you, and they’d do anything you wanted so long as it wasn’t to get over you.
You’ll find yourself stuck with them if you’re not careful. The two doting on you like you’re sick and dying almost every moment of your life. If it weren’t for their jobs they wouldn’t leave your side for anything. Yet, once they get you home, they wont have to leave you completely.
The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.
Can you do a yan!kiribaku x reader where the reader is kidnaped and she is trying to fight the stockholm syndrome
Ohhh ok! They’re aged up in this! Thank you for requesting! -Valu
Warnings: yandere themes, mention of some wounds (nothing major), stolkholm syndrome.
Eijiro Kirishima & Katsuki Bakugo
The thought of giving up made bile rise in your throat.
You’re cold, and tired. Scratches all over your body that sting from the rain, and unfamiliar woods surrounding you. You were terrified, anyone in your situation would be. Your clothes were soaked, the black t-shirt sticking to your skin. Rips and tears litter your clothes too, your pants ripped in several places- you’re sure you left a trail of fabric at this point, but you can’t find it in you to care.
It’s overwhelming, the rain pounding in your ears, the soreness of your body, and the biting cold becoming too much all at once.
You didn’t even realise you were that tired. Your back pressed to one of the many pine trees, mud drying on your legs, and puddles spread around the forest floor. Your neck ached as you struggled to keep yourself up the soreness of your bones catching up to you.
You’re aching and tired. You want to go home. They would never hurt you the way you’ve managed to hurt yourself.
No. You take a moment to wipe that thought away from your mind, shaking your head and working on standing- pain shooting up through your leg as you put pressure on it. A grunt leaves your throat as you reach down to grip at your knee, more pain creeping up your thigh and setting your nerves alight.
You fell back against the bark, cringing and leaning down to roll your pant leg up to inspect the cuts and scrapes running up your calf, the worst being the cut underneath your kneecap. It was enough to make you gag, a reminder that none of this would have happened if you just did as you were told.
Everything would have been just dandy if you hadn’t of decided to try and run. Even Katsuki was beginning to trust you and what did you do? You ran off the moment you got the chance. Like a fool.
You felt awful- not only from the soreness of your body, but from how you betrayed both men’s trust. How could you. After everything they’ve done for you. After everything they’ve already been through you decided to make them suffer through even more.
You shouldn’t feel so awful about your actions. They kidnapped you. Took you away from everything you’ve ever loved. Kept you in their home and away from the world for months- maybe even years. You didn’t even know how long you’ve been there, but you know that they love you enough to take care of you.
Really, you’ve no idea how long you’ve been gone, or how far you’d gotten from the house, but the decision to turn around is heavy on your mind and you pause at the thought. If you went back now, maybe Katsuki wouldn’t be as angry with you. Maybe if you go back now they’ll still love you.
Though- it seems like you wont get the chance to make that decision. Familiar voices just now becoming audible over the rain, and you take a deep breath before you sigh. You stood still, it’d be no use to run when they’re so close. They’re pro-heroes, and you’re just- you.
It’s a few moments later when you see the blonde, he’s already seen you of course, but he isn’t making threats, nor is he barreling after you. Not yet at least, the crimson haired hero following behind him with worried eyes, relaxing at the sight of you. They’re so- full of love for you. Worried that you had gotten hurt; it’s a love that you’ve never felt before the two of them.
They’ve found you, and you’re not fleeing in terror from them. Though- in your condition you may not be able to flee at all. Kirishima looks considerably more worried, moving around the blonde to come and fuss over you, his hands rubbing over your wet cheeks and wiping the mud off of your arms the best he could, trying to assess you before he could even think about scolding you.
The warmth of his hands was inviting. They were calloused- an after effect of his quirk- and rough, but they felt so wonderful against your face. You couldn’t help but lean into him. Into the safety of his arms. It even took Bakugo off guard as he approached, his brow raising in suspicion as the redhead held you.
Bakugo wanted to be angry with you, he did. But he could tell that something was different. Apart from the torn clothes sticking to your body, the way you clung to Kirishima was new, and promising. It wouldn’t do him any good to yell at you now, it’d only stress you out more.
There was silence between the three of you for a moment before you opened your mouth, your voice catching as your eyes brimmed with tears. Kirishima had to stop himself from bear-hugging you to prevent it, but you took a moment to think about your words.
“I’m sorry.”
It shocked both men. Confused when you leaned into Kirishima the best you could, letting him hold up your weight because it was just too painful to let it on your leg. He must have realized you were having trouble, because not even a moment later he was lifting you up into his arms. His brows bent in worry as he held you.
It was a short walk back to the house, and you were disappointed that you hardly made any progress, somewhere in the back of your head. You were too busy realizing how good the two men smelled to actually worry about it. You found yourself on the bathroom counter, and as Bakugo wrapped your leg you realized just how perfect your life could be.
They don’t know exactly what happened that day, maybe it was blood loss, or maybe it was the fear of punishment, but the day they brought you back into their home was the day you stopped fighting them. They would never admit it out loud, in fear of you dropping the act, but they adore it. Appreciate it. You had finally become the perfect little house spouse, and that was what the two had wanted since the day they had met you.
Omg ur writing is god-tier! Like seriously whenever u write something and i get a notif from u, i always have this silly smile on my face xDDD If possible, can we have some EraserMic x reader? Maybe shes being bratty or something and how would they go about in terms of disciplining her? Xoxoxo <333
Now how did you know I was a sucker for EraserMic? I’m so glad I make you smile 🥺 Thank you for requesting! -Valu.
A moment of desperation and sour words that cut too deep. You know it was a terrible idea. The way Hizashi’s staring at you with a dropped jaw and Shota’s wide eyes should give you every warning sign to begin apologising. You’re in danger, and after a moment Hizashi shakes his head, shutting his mouth to look at his shorter counterpart.
“What- are we going to do?”
“Who’s going to take care of it?”
Normally they would take action together, but they’re tired and late for work, but they can’t leave you home alone after you said something like that. They can’t trust you.
Hizashi Yamada
“Well… You go, i’ll just deal with it for now, Sho.”
You would have prefered Aizawa.
Hizashi can be a lot more impulsive when he’s angry, and you’re not exempt from his crude treatment when he’s absolutely furious. He hides it well infront of Shota, but you know you’re in for it. As soon as Shota’s locking the door behind him, you run. Getting upstairs and crawling underneath something so he can’t reach you, and pray he doesn’t find you, covering your mouth with your hands to try and mask the sound of your breaths. (He will find you, he always does. Not like there are many places to hide anyways.) It doesn’t take him long to enter the bedroom, laying down at the opening with an irate look before it melts into a smile that’s likely meant to lure you out, but you know how angry he is, and noone really wants to have to put up with that. Especially not you. Compared to Aizawa, Hizashi is more likely to be mean to you- maybe not physically, but he’ll certainly hurt your feelings in as many ways as he can.
Even when as free hand clings to the bedframe he’s yanking you off, almost popping your poor arm out of socket. You can feel the carpet burn on your arms, Hizashi’s other hand gripping your shirt to tug you the rest of the way out, standing and bringing you with him.
“No- NO ‘Zashi please i’m sorry-“
His grip only tightens on your arms, dropping you on the bed, and crossing his arms the way a disappointed father would.
“I don’t know who you think you are, birdie.” His nails dig into his arms as he glares over the rim of his glasses, “but i’m not gonna let you get away with actin like that. It’s gettin’ ridiculous, and I’m sure Shota’s starting to get real sick of it too.” He’s irritated, naturally. Mostly because despite everything you still want to fight with him and his husband over every little thing. They’re just trying to take care of you, why can’t you understand that? He pauses for a moment to rub at his temples, before taking a deep breath to look at you.
“Do you not love us?” He sounds tired, but mostly annoyed, “After everything we’ve done for you, you still don’t want to have anything to do with us?” He looks hurt, you realise. Big red eyes watery as he starts to pout.
This definitely isn’t what you expected. You expected him to bully you, maybe yell at you, but- he had never cried at you before. He’s only getting worse too, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands before he has to turn away from you. His voice wavering,
“We love you so much and you still act like you are a victim.”
You know it’s a lie, an act to make you apologize to him, but the way he refuses to look at you pulls at your heart. You feel bad, even. Yet you can’t help but rub your hands together, rising from your seat to wrap your arms around his waist.
“No- I didn’t mean it like that…” You hate yourself for lying like this, you had meant it in the moment. You wanted to be free. To go home- to escape from them. Your frustration taken out when you thought they would leave you alone.
“Then you won’t say it again. I know you don’t mean to be bad. I know- you’re scared of Sho and I, but here’s what we’re gonna do, okay? You’re gonna stop talking all crazy and you’re gonna apologize to Sho when he gets back, mmkay? Mkay.” It was like his mood flicked in an instant. His tears wiped away, and his eyes bright and clear.
“Sure-“
“That’s what I thought, Birdie.”
Shouta Aizawa
“It’s fine. I’ll sit them down for a chat… Tell Nezu I had to take Whiskers to the vet…”
You didn’t move as they exchanged a kiss and their goodbyes. Twisting your shirt in your hands as you watched the brunet lock the door. He was angry, of course, but he wasn’t as mean as Hizashi could be.
“Go sit at the table, please.” It wasn’t really a request, but a demand. His eyes followed you as he sat his personal items down next to the door, pulling his shoes back off not even a few minutes after he had put them on. He understands that you’re stressed, everything has changed around you in the matter of weeks. Two men that you hardly knew confessing that they loved you could be a lot to take in, but they were doing their best for you. In his eyes, you had no reason to continue to act like a brat after everything they’ve done for you.
Everything they’ve ever done has been for you. Everything he has done for you. Yet you’re too selfish to accept that they both adore you. It’s rather annoying to him, but he can be patient.
Your leg bounces as you sit at the table, your fingers intertwined as you watch the door way. Shouta’s never been violent with you, and he’s never hurt your feelings too bad. You’re surprised when he comes in with a plate and a cup of what looks like tea. He sets it infront of you and takes his seat on the other side.
“Do you want to tell me why you thought it was…” he takes a moment to think of his wording, “appropriate to say that to Hizashi and I?” He was talking to you the way he would his students. Like he wants to find a solution to your problems. That’s just how Aizawa is, logical. When you don’t answer him, he sighs.
“Is the care we provide not enough for you? Do you want something more? Do you not realize we are trying to keep you from getting hurt?” His plethora of questions had your attention, staring at him as you tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t set him off, but he continued.
“We just want what’s best for you. You’re too weak to survive on your own, Kid.” His voice was low as he watched you. Raising his brows as you furrowed your own. He was treating you like a child. Like you were just some toddler that didn’t know any better. He gave you a moment before gesturing to the meal infront of you, “You should eat… and then maybe take a nap. I really don’t want to deal with another tantrum, understand?”
Again, it wasn’t a request, but a demand; So you ate. It wasn’t bad, after all. Shouta and Hizashi always made sure you were cared for. They never let you go hungry even when you were acting out, and they always ensured that you were clean and healthy. Really, what was so bad about them? Sure you couldn’t go outside, but why would you ever want to? You have everything you need right here. Two doting husbands, whatever meal you want whenever you want it, and you don’t have to want for anything. It’s practically served right to you courtesy of their paychecks.
So why must you fight with them? Why do you try to deny how much they love you? Shouta made you a meal despite how you had insulted them earlier. Why can’t you just be good for them?
They were so kind to you, yet you insist upon being a brat. It hurt, just a little bit to think about. Despite everything you’ve thrown at them they refuse to let you go. They adore you and you treat them like they’re monsters.
“Shouta, i’m sorry, I-“
“I know you are, and I know it won’t happen again.”
Hello, this is my first time asking.. Can I get a scenario/hc where the reader has a crush on a UA student/s (your student of choice) and she/they pursuing them but they tell the reader to leave them alone. But the yandere misses them and they r the ones who pursue the reader now. Sorry for my bad english
Thank you for your patience and your request! I chose to go with Iida for this one, I felt like it suited him, and your English is very good!-Valu.
He took quit note of that hopeful look in your eyes as you asked him to go out with you. You could see it in his eyes that he was searching your face for some kind of catch. Some kind of lie. He had noticed how you had followed him around for weeks like some kind of stalker, like you were studying him. Really it made him uncomfortable.
Your friends definitely teased you about this. How could they not? You had a big fat crush on the class president; the most dramatically stoic man you'd ever met, and to them? That was prime material for teasing, but at the same time they were the ones who convinced you that you had a chance of getting with him.
There was no catch at least, but of course he didn't know that. He didn't need to know that. Not that it mattered because he gave you a not so plain and simple answer:
"Quite frankly, You have made me extremely uncomfortable these past few weeks and I would appreciate it if you would stop following me around. We should keep our relationship strictly professional. It is our duty as students." He was still staring into your eyes, and you hoped he didn't see your heart shatter through them.
It was a few days before you overcame your temporary grief. It's rare for high school relationships to last, and Iida was right. You were both in school for one reason, and that reason was not to gain close relationships.
It was a few more days until you noticed that your roles had swapped. Tenya was constantly keeping his eye on you, making sure you were safe, providing aid in the middle of training. He even asked if you needed answers for Homework you didn't even have.
He felt awful, really. Ashamed that he had ignored your adoration for him, and he feared it affected the way you see him. He was only nervous, that's all! He didn't want to ruin the relationship you both already had because he was scared! Truly! He wasn't stalking you or anything, he just needed to make sure he was prepared to approach you again.
When he did? Boy, was he nervous. He wasn't sure what he would do if you were as harsh with him as he was with you, worried he had ruined any chance he had with you.
What he wasn't expecting? Your rejection. He wondered if this was how you felt when he rejected you, his heart shattering and his head hurting for the rest of the day, but unlike you? It wouldn't take him a few days to get over it, no. It would be the death of him before he turned his back on you.
See, he hadn't realized just how much he liked you until you backed off, sure you did as he said, but still. You must think he's awful at this rate. In his time of- observing you he had realized so many little details. The way you laugh with friends, or how you stare out the window while Mr.Aizawa drones on about some vague term. He adores your drive to be a hero despite your in-class distractions, and he can't help but adore the way you train. It's thought out and balanced, making sure you're never too sore to spend time with everyone in the dorms.
He could hear your voice now, along with a few other students chattering as UA's halls started to fill, he noted how you didn't even acknowledge him as you entered, taking your seat on the other side of the room, just for Kirishima to hand you his notes.
Oh. he understands now. You've moved on, but surely you understand that he could be the only one for you. You're flirting with other people to get a rise out of him, because he knows you know better.
Bakugo kidnapping a darling who has an identical twin and WHOOPS turns out he kidnapped the twin instead by mistake! Bonus if darling is quirkless and the twin is not or like they have two completely different personalities or something like that.
I’m Back! And thank you for your request and your patience!! -Valu
TW:Yandere themes.
He definitely wasn’t prepared for this. He expected a timid darling who’d sit down and shut up, but no. This was quite the opposite. The moment they had woken up his face was met with a clenched fist- again, not what he was expecting.
Of course he assumed it was a defense mechanism, that it was still you. That you were defending yourself out of fear even though he didn’t plan to hurt you- but it became clear rather quick. This wasn’t his darling lover.
Maybe it was the sparks coming from their hands, or the wild look in their eyes, but it took him a few electric blows to the face to realize. It makes him curse to himself, angry that he could even mistake his darling for someone else, but oh well. What can you do.
Maybe ten minutes in, he realizes that if he loses this fight you will find out about it, and that realization fills him with white-hot determination. Though there was never a chance of him losing in the first place.
Your twin is- a lot more aggressive then you. It had completely slipped his mind that he could have grabbed the wrong one. Hell, he feels awful for mistaking your twin for you, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t pay exact attention to what their lover looks like?
Your twin isn’t going to make it out alive, but in his eyes? That prevents this situation from repeating itself ever again, and gives him the perfect reason to get close to you. Your sibling just passed, who wouldn’t want comfort? This entire situation plays in his favor really, he can get rid of the obstacles without having to confront them anywhere near you.
I’ve never seen a request for All For One here yet and goddamn I need one for the villain daddy. How bout a creepy fluffy kind of All For One who stalks a new pro hero darling, who he then whisks away before they can call for All Might or anyone else’s help? Maybe he cuddles them while he explains how he murdered someone who wronged them?
Ohhh. He’s an absolute creep about this. Thank you for your patience & for your request! -Valu.
Talk about terror. Being dragged from the streets in the middle of the night is scary, but being dragged away by monsters is even worse. It’s most definitely the worst day of your life, and honestly, you would prefer the entire mafia to this. It didn’t matter how hard you screamed or fought. Everything you could do just made you tired in the end. All-Might can’t save everyone, he said it himself. You are just one of the unlucky ones.
He’s a very- calm yandere. He lets you wander about as you like, lets you see his work, and he does not attempt to discipline you. It’s a display of power though. If he wanted to hurt you he could. Kill you? He could. It only takes one escape attempt to lose all of your “privileges”.
It’s not like he’d hurt you. No, he loves you too much for that. He can’t lose you like that, but he has picked up on the habit of pulling you into his lap when he thinks about hurting you, leaving you on his thigh so he can calm himself.
Luckily, he’s often happy to sit with you on his lap. In fact he likely prefers just to hold you. To have these “soft” moments with you. He often whispers that he loves you, every time your head meets his shoulder he smiles and sighs, reaching up to stroke his hand over your back.
He’s gentle about moving you to his knee. Humming and wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you to him. Resting his head over yours and smiling to himself. He smelled of some expensive cologne, his suit scratching against your cheek as you lay against him. If you hadn’t been kidnapped just a few months ago, you would find it sweet.
His free hand will rub up and down your back as he snuggles closer. Only stopping to turn his head to leave a kiss on your face. He has that look on his face that tells you he’s about to start talking, and you brace yourself for whatever he wants to start spewing. Yet he always talks. Whispers to you what he has done for you. What he would do for you.
It makes you sick.
“I killed whats-his-face for you...” ah. There it is. More murder. That’s what he seems to enjoy anyways. It’s his favorite topic, really. Telling you about what he’s done in your name. Every time he opens his mouth to tell you what he’s done your stomach churns and twists, and he knows it gets under your skin.
Some old hero that happened to flirt with you, old friends and family, people you wished would come and save you- he would kill them all and brag about it. Expecting a “thank you” and praise to fall from your mouth.
You’re a new pro. Your name is almost non existent amongst the list of pros who have managed to make a name for themselves- has anyone even noticed you were gone by now? He assures you that no-one had noticed, and even if they did, they would not be able to save you.
So I just got this message literally few minutes ago
And if YOU get this message in the future DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE CLINK ON THE LINK I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD I WILL CUT YOUR HANDS OFF
A warning to all of my followers there no such a thing as @exposingthoselosers I just thought any form of information is good and can protect my followers from getting their phone or any other devices hacked if you’re connect to the wifi they might hack all of the devices connected.
DO NOT FUCKING CLICK ON ANU LINK YOU GET NOT EVEN FROM UR FRIENDS ON TUMBLR BECAUSE THEY COULD GET HACKED 👀
Also blogs get hacked or something and send these without the blog owner’s consent. I got this message and then afterwards the person who sent it to me said they didn’t send that.
Basically if you get this message, don’t click on it, instead tell the person that you received that message. That way they know that they were hacked.
If I ever send you any message, especially if it has a link, message me back about the message before you click on the link. I will understand because things like this^^ can happen.
friendly reminder that my blog is a Pedophile/MAP HOSTILE space. If you have an interest in minors beyond nurturing their personal growth and being the best adult you can be for them, Please Rot.
Almost scrolled past this by mistake. Don’t just tell me I reblogged something unknowingly, link the particular post in a message to me so I know which one to remove or who the blog is that I need to go block and report.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of not eating, depression, mentions of needles, unhealthy/toxic relationships, child abuse,
A/N: Ya’ll wanted a part two well here you go :) again thank you @yandereacademia for letting me use they’re headcanon to make this story! Also the original plot is changed for the stories sake.
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2 months after you talked to your son
You still didn’t have the motivation to move. Only to go to the bathroom and maybe, MAYBE eat. What was the point in it all? Everything that kept you going in life was ripped away from you by the man known as Overhaul. He took away Eri and he took away your son. Well he took away your used to be son.
Once you found out that he was apart of Eri’s experiments you were distraught. The little boy you once knew was nothing but a monster walking in his father’s shoes. And to think that this thing was from your own flesh and blood and doing such horrific things to a sweet innocent girl.
Both men came in once and awhile to see if you had any side effects from the test drug that they had given you. Long term or short term they just made sure to check. They soon noticed that your condition was slowly decreasing by the lack of sleep, water, and food you had.
Hello :3 Can I request Yandere Aizawa with his intern? His reaction when he discovers that she's an orphan and lives by herself. Just platonic stuff, I feel like he would be the type of yandere that would be super strict and protective. Thank you so much! :3
!! Yes!! That sounds great! -Valu
Warnings: Yandere themes, Dadzawa is overprotective.
How did this go unnoticed for so long?
How could he be so stupid?
You’re all alone- and he hasn’t done anything to help. He blames himself for this predicament. Watching you sleep at your desk, the unfinished homework you turned in- he now knows why exactly you worked at several different places around the city. You had noone to provide for you. Noone- and he didn’t even realise.
You work yourself to death trying to keep a roof over your head- you can’t even begin to focus on school, and Hizashi tells him that you sleep in his class too. You’re tired and worn out, the hero course leaving you bruised and exhausted.
He was supposed to be your teacher. Your mentor- the one to teach you how to provide for yourself, but the thing is? You already knew how. The world was cruel to you.
It slipped out while the two of you were having lunch. You told him that he was the only thing close to a parental figure you’ve ever had. It broke his heart.
He didn’t show it immediately, but your admission got to him. He too started to view you as one of his own- watching over you more then he ever had before. Every event you participated in, he was like a proud soccer mom, cheering you on and smiling when you scored. He realised that he loved you.
It’s not surprising when he asks you to move in with him. Promising that you wouldn’t have to worry about a roof as long as you stayed with him. However along with his home, you got his protectiveness. A curfew, limited screen time- he quickly became an overbearing father that would read your texts over your shoulder.
He refuses to let you feel alone after all of this. He couldn’t imagine you being alone after all this time, and at some point, adoption will come to mind. He legally wants you to be his child. A little Aizawa. He wants you to call him Dad.
As soon as he’s legally your guardian you can kiss a lot of freedom goodbye. He takes the role of a father very seriously, but he’ll also take time to help you learn things that you may not have learned. He will make sure that you’re ready to go out into the world- even if he refuses to let you see it.
You two will watch movies together and he’ll make pancakes in the mornings for you two to eat together. He’ll scare off potential boyfriends/girlfriends and he’ll make sure that all your friends are okay to hang around. He will protect and care for you, even if it means it might hurt your feelings.
