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lolita-lollipop · 2 years

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GHOST AIZAWA X TEEN READER

He could hear you the moment you hopped through that window with those friends of yours. Lightheartedly making jokes about this old house, this haunted house, his house. From the moment all of you entered, he knew it was just another group of teenagers, modern day teenagers, who did nothing but take, and destroy.

Yet amidst all that… was you. You didn’t give off the same vibe as the rest, you very clearly didn’t want to be here, you actually complimented the old house, however worn down it looks. This intrigued him.

“Listen guys we shouldn’t be here- there was a warning and-“ you pointed to the bright yellow sign out front burning a hole into your mind, of course your friends wanted to go to the one place you were scared of. Glancing around, the halls of this mansion were huge, crystal chandeliers, or what was left of them, hung from the ceiling, this place was once beautiful. But age takes the best of everything, and now it’s all covered in mold and rotting wood, and if not that, then graffiti.

“Goshhhh y/n stop being a pussy. We’ll be fine. All we gotta do is get a photo in that stupid room to prove we were here. Then we’ll be out again” stupid fucking teenagers. See what he means? He used to be a teacher when he was young, well, younger. None of the children or teenagers of his time ever, and I mean EVER spoke with such vulgarity. This undisciplined little blonde boy was clearly scaring you further, almost threatening you.

“Denki… it just feels weird in here. There’s a reason they had the place restricted right? We aren’t supposed to be here and-“ the man- no, the shadow behind you thought your worry was cute. You were so smart weren’t you? Almost like warning signs are put up to warn you.

“Which is why we’ll be in and out, so shut up about it” the blonde barked out, causing you to shut your mouth. You were careful, cautious, and so adorably so, everything that made a noise here freaked you out, rightfully so, the place was haunted by him, so he would know. Hundreds of teenagers had wandered in here, trashed his antique vases, his windows, the decorations he and his husband had put up in his life. And it made him furious, rage would sweep over him, and next thing you know, those kids go missing.

Then the rumors started, and no more teens ever came. His house was payed a short little visit by the authorities, and they’d found a few bodies here and there, so they shut it down. Not more haunted houses on Halloween.

“How do we even get up there, this place is huge! I can barely see the end of the hallway” the pink haired one piped in, hopping on top of the table to look at the balcony where they wnated the photo, knocking over a classical 1876 vase. A very precious item, wrecked by a stupid, selfish, uncaring teenager. He thought he hated them all, with their sheer disregard for the rest of the world, the disrespect for his home. But maybe not so much anymore, you just stood at the paintings and murals On his yellow walls, admiring their beauty, silently, and respectfully. You reminded him so much of his own husband.

“You would swear that there would be steps somewhere near the second floor. Ow- goddamnit-“ the blonde boy cursed, cutting his hand on a fallen piece of glass from the window they’d just smashed in to enter. The door was locked. And there were stairs, but they were rotted and unsafe, he wouldn’t let you go on them, maybe the others, but not you. You intrigue him, remind him of shinso, that boy left this house a long long time ago, and never came back.

“We could probably stack a few shelves, or climb up the boarding on the side?” The red spiky haired one piped in, walking back into the main room, after exploring for a while, he had deemed the house boring enough to leave. No cool trapdoors, no old dungeons, no haunted ghosts, just an old house, and all the features that come with it. He pointed to the railing attached to the side of the wall, they used to be used to hang photos in an orderly fashion, but all photos once hung there were now shriveled up and dulled.

“This is a really bad idea guys. Let’s just take the photo and get out. I’m getting a bad feeling about this place, like someone’s watching me” a shiver ran down your skin as the ghost pushed the hair out of your face. You even looked like him. It’s insane, like you had just crawled out of his dreams. It almost hurt him, that you felt creeped out by him, by his home, no, no, your home. He hasn’t felt anything for hundreds of years, you made him feel something. You’re special, he can tell

“Fine. You get to take the fuckin photo since you clearly don’t want to be in it.” The blonde hissed, shoving the Polaroid camera into your chest, and pushing you back. Him and the three others got up on top of the table. And wrapped their arms around eachother to pose, you looked like you were on the verge of tears, something was really wrong here. You could feel it. With a quick flash of the camera, a photo was printed out of it, you were on your way to the door the second it printed, not even waiting for the ink to set.

You froze in your tracks though. All of a sudden, it was like the house was different, things had moved to places they weren’t before, you could swear the temperature dropped to below freezing, and you could feel something. Feel something breathing down your neck, touching you. You shouldn’t have come here. You knew it. But you still did

“Uh. Guys? Where’s the door?” Mina asked, staring at the wall where the front door had previously been. this had to be a mistake, see was just confused right? it was right there. the group paused, the door was gone, completely vanished. Bakugo turned to you, who was now practically dry heaving.

"y/n, if you say anything along the line of "I told you so" I will rip your fucking-" the blonde boy began speaking from behind you, realizing that this was probably more trouble than they'd asked for. realizing that they might just have put themselves into cheesy horror movie where you're constantly screaming at the main characters to “get out of there!”. then his eyes rolled into his head, and you heard a loud thump, behind you. The presence you felt lingering around you was still there, but you could actually feel it now, it was touching you, your shoulders your waist, patting your head, and almost pulling you away from the group.

"bakugo? are-are you okay?" you flew around, only to note that no one was there anymore, not mina or denki or Kirishima or sero, all that was left was an empty house. Your eyes widened, and a small sob escaped from your mouth, you knew it. you knew those signs were up for a reason, you knew it couldn't have just been a coincidence that all those kids and teens went missing through the years, this couldn't just be another one of your friends cruel pranks right? they wouldn't go this far.

"guys- this is is not funny. stop" You spoke, flinging around and searching for some hidden camera. Doubting this was real.

But then you started hearing it, their screams, all over the house the individual agonizing screams of your friends rung out, doors around you slammed, and all of a sudden, the abandoned house, the quiet house, was full of life, was so loud. You had shut your eyes fro a single moment

"GUYS STOP IT, PLEASE" at this point you were sobbing, pure fear coursing through your veins. You pressed yourself against the wall, covering your ears and curling into a ball. there was no way out, all the doors to the front or backward were gone, and the windows were too high up. Whever was happening, you were stuck in the middle of it. your friends were good at pranks, but not this good. Those sreams were real, mina was actually in pain. You could feel the beat of your heart reverberating in your skull.

Then, your heart slowed, your breathing going along with it, the feeling of fear washed our=t of your system, as if someone had flipped a switch. Then you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, which was odd considering you were against a wall. No panic flooded back into yu though, what was happening? You leaned into whomever touch this was

"dont cry, I didnt mean to scare you. im here now sweetheart, dont cry please" a hush voice spoke, or maybe it wasn't speaking at all, it felt more like an echo in the back of your head than someone speaking, but you understood it all the same.

"who-who are you? What happened to my friends?" youasked the questions, even if you didn't actually care, all you wanted to do was bask in this feeling of complete peace.

'dont worry about them anymore, they cant touch you here. I'm your… father. Yes.” The voice hushed, it’s sound was similar to a lullaby, and it reminded you of nicer times. When you weren’t part of this friend group. The friend group that just died. Right. You’re supposed to be worried about that.

"b-but i already have a dad. Hes at home waiting for me, I have to leave-

"no, I am your father, this is your home, you’re just confused "

That shut you up with a squeak, his kind voice melting into something more sinister. Something that you knew wasn’t going to let you go. You looked down at your hands, returning to your protective fetal position in attempts to calm yourself. By now the photo had dried, it’s only been a few minutes, yet so much had changed.

You stared at the photo of your friends while the man- of whatever it was, hummed a soft, lulling tune into your ear. It was so compelling, this guy was doing something to you, something to make your eyes droop, make your body relax. Soon, the photo was let from your clutch, falling to the ground.

If only you’d been more insistent on not coming here. If only you had caused a scene and showed them how you opposed it. If only you had called their parents.

If only you’d looked at the photo sooner, to see the tall figure, fitted with a black beard and long hair, looming behind your friends.

If only

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I’m really sorry for the lack of updates, i suck I know-

Anyway, this was a request by messaging all the way back from Halloween. Yes. Halloween.

It was fun to write though! Bye bye, thanks for reading!

Have a great day!

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weirdthinkingdragon · 1 year

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Welcome To The Family (9/???)

Warnings: unwanted touch, unwanted cuddling, minimal clothing?(not of reader), slight swearing

I’m so freaking conflicted whether or not to leave canon MHA. Found out things that make Mic no longer a comfort character for me, and just losing interest altogether of MHA. I should also mention if it isn’t clear: erasermic sees you romantic, other 2 platonic. You’re also mid 20s.

It was like a stalemate. Time is frozen still. He also glares for a second at Tadao, whom looks like he’s about to pass out where he stands.

Shouta snaps out of it first, grabs his capture weapon, eyes turn red, and hair waves upward. That must be with his quirk.

I just realized I don’t think I’ve ever seen his quirk. It’s so rare that maybe I forgot. Or is it the headache not letting- now’s not the point!

He goes to grab her, but she manages to dodge him and his weapon.

A shiver yet again wracks through my body. “Ugh.”

Shouta stops in his tracks and locks eyes with me. He easily dodges a hit Aiya tries to get on him. Is she really so far out of her mind to try attacking a pro hero???

Like a dance off, every time he tosses his scarf, she dodges. Every swing of fist, foot, or even body, she dodges as well. It’s like she knows his attack patterns down to a T. She tries to hit one back, and he manages to dodge as well.

I’d almost jokingly call it a tango in a way. But with a lot more violence. And that they seem to despise each other’s existences.

Tadao comes back in front of me and kneels, grabbing the cuffs between my hands. “H- here- uh, try to pull them apart while I do the same. Us pulling together should-”

He tenses severely as something comes behind him. Make that someone, who is Shouta.

His glare is murderous. I have to make sure he doesn’t kill Tadao. “Stop!” He’s helping!”

Shouta’s eyes narrow for a moment before he pulls out a knife. Tadao freezes fully and lets out the most girlish shriek I’ve ever heard from a man as the blade swipes down onto the center of my cuffs between his hands. The blade missing his hands by mere millimeters and breaking the chain before continuing fighting Aiya.

Tadao scrambles to stand back up. He stands up with his back so tense he could be even more straight than a needle.

A strange, yet familiar faint smell hits my nose. Did he just?...

His face is extremely red, even in the dim lighting. His hands cover his face. “Not a word… ever, please.”

“Can you focus on my tied up feet instead, then?” I may as well not tease him, especially because of the situation right now.

Shouta manages to finally crack a hit onto Aiya’s face. It makes her more angry.

Tadao at the same time reaches down and tries to mold the ropes. It’s slowly taking over, but not nearly fast enough.

“How the hell did you even find us!?” She dodges another swing he tries to make. He almost seems more intent on trying to seriously harm her more than capture her. “We covered all our tracks! Sure, we could have been farther from your house, but still! It hasn’t even been an hour!”

Shouta remains silent, and stays silent through every insult she throws at him. Even the ones including how he stole Hizashi.

She lets loose another punch, this time Shouta catching her hand.

He quickly wraps her wrist much more tightly and excessively than needed, then pulls her to him. He swings his leg to be behind hers, and makes her legs buckle by hitting the back of her knees. She loses balance and falls to her knees. He doesn’t wait a second to wrap her up with more of his scarf so tightly to the point it almost seems like she can’t breathe. He then pulls out a phone and calls someone on a phone I didn’t realize he had until now.

“The suspected abandoned wearhouse. Ex-hero assistant BodyFrost,” his smirk widens as he yanks the binds to tighten it more before releasing it back to the way it was.

“I’m… going to go. He looks like he’s going to kill me still.” Tadao whispers to me, booking it up the stairs and out the door.

Shouta thankfully doesn’t go after him. He does however walk over to the- why the necklace?

He picks it up and walks back over to me. He pulls out the blade again and easily cuts the half-molded ropes binding my ankles.

He stays still for a second, staring into my eyes, then hugs me bone-crushingly tight. The warmth seeping through his outfit is extremely hard to resist not trying to give into. He stills, seeming to notice my abnormally cold body. He pulls away just enough to lock eyes with me. His face so grossly close I could feel his still rather even breath. His eyes narrow. “Did she use her quirk on you!?”

I slightly nod as a shiver wracks my body again.

“FUCK,” he whips his head towards her and glares at her. She glares back.

He takes a breath in and sighs. He passes me the necklace, making me so utterly confused. It really shouldn’t be this important. He reaches for me and picks me up effortlessly into a princess carry.

“She’s lucky I can’t kill her.” He says so quietly that almost not even I could hear him say it.

… What???

He ignores my expression. He goes up the stairs with me and gives her another glare before we left as the sound of other people arrived.

I fiddle with the necklace, trying to forget his body against mine. Being so pressed up I can feel the curve and bulge of each muscle- stop mind!!!

My hand felt a fairly sharp edge sticking out.

I turn it to the side. There was a fairly large crack. I look closer and something that doesn’t seem to be part of the jewel sticking out. I manage to grab it and pull it out, realizing what it was immediately. Ice cold fear floods through my body to the point I’m pretty sure it’s not just the quirk making me shiver. “You… You put a tracker in the necklace!?”

Shouta grunts in confirmation, moving to a sprint and easily keeping the pace. He looks down at me and then glances at the chip that is now in my hand, then back forward. The lights on the streets showing up temporarily as we pass them. “It’s a good fucking thing we did! You have ANY idea what could have happened if we didn’t!?

I’ve never heard him so angry and it terrifies- yet it also greatly pisses me off. They could have at least told me! I would have willingly then if it was such a concern! Or maybe something simpler so it wouldn’t be such a blaring red flag to wear! No wonder they’ve been freaking out so badly over a fucking necklace!

Ugh, I seriously should have known with their obsession over the damn thing. Should I drop it?

You know what? I’m going to drop it. Fuck both parties for lying. Fuck being kidnapped. Fuck getting a stupid quirk used on me. Man, I’m so exhausted from all this.

I open my hands and just let them fall onto my stomach, then falling to the ground from Shouta’s running. “Oops.” I say “genuinely”. Though not feeling remorseful even the slightest bit.

He looks down to give me a slight glare, but looks back up again after a second. “It was already damaged anyways. That’s how we knew even faster than we would have. It was set off while I was already in this direction to start my parole for the night. It’s already been over half an hour since you left.”

Sure hasn’t felt that long. Then again maybe the head pain is a part of it.

It doesn’t take too long for us to get back to their house, though I desperately wish he’d just drop me off at my house. I know that’s out of the question however from how tightly he’s holding me.

Shouta somehow manages to open the door without even placing me down. Hitoshi is sitting in the living room and stares at us when we get into the house. Most of the lights are off except for the T.V.

Hitoshi stands up and takes a step closer. “You managed to get them?” He asks in a rather hushed tone. Eri must be sleeping already.

“A certain nuisance is the one who kidnapped them. Her quirk was lightly used, so Hizashi and I are going to keep a very close eye on them.”

Hitoshi’s face morphs into one with more concern than he tries to let on. “Will she try to come back?”

Shouta shakes his head. “Fortunately, she was caught.” He didn’t say anything, yet they kept staring at each other as if having a whole conversation without words again. I seriously question how they’re able to do that.

“Just don’t stay up too late again.”

“I’m not making any promises.”

Shouta narrows his eyes. “I will not have you sleeping in class again. We have those medications for you for a reason to help with your insomnia.”

Hitoshi quirks a brow. “You’re really going to talk about sleeping in class?”

Shouta just turns and starts heading towards- wait, his and Hizashi’s room!? I start to squirm, making him tighten his grip. “You’re not getting out of this. Like I was telling Hitoshi, we need to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t get worse. We have a couch in there if anything like this were to happen.”

Liar. I know I would have remembered seeing a couch in your guys’ room at some point.

He opens their bedroom door, and closes it with his foot. The light is still on in the room, and it doesn’t take long for Hizashi to notice. Worry laces his face upon locking onto my body.

I refuse to meet eyes with him and look around the room.

Oh. There really is a couch in here. Huh, wonder when that was added.

“What happened to our sweet Lovesong? Are they injured? Nothing’s broken right? Should I get the med kit!?” He’s rather frantic, but is noticeably trying hard not to be too loud. Did they really put Eri to bed already?

Shouta shakes his head. “No. Like I just told Hitoshi, Aiya got a hold of them.

His silence with nothing but a glare is honestly terrifying on a whole different level. “What?”

His quiet is so much worse than his loud. Like the silence before the storm. Except it feels like the storm skips right over you and destroys everything of your neighbor.

“She has used her quirk on them, so we need to keep a very close eye to make sure it doesn’t get worse.”

Hizashi goes into his thoughts, and I don’t like the mischievous glint that appears in his eyes.

“I have the best idea! You could share the bed with us! That way we can keep you warmer too!”

I internally recoil at the thought of that. Sleeping with a married couple? Specifically even a hero couple? Fuck. No. That’s just awkward and incredibly weird! Why would they even recommend that!? He must not be thinking! I look up at Shouta, who is still carrying me. My face is pleading him to get some sense into Hizashi, but he stayed surprisingly quiet about it, as if actually pondering the idea.

“It could be the best idea in your state. Until the quirk wears off and your body can generate heat normally again.”

… Am I hearing Shouta right? He’s… AGREEING to this!?

I get placed onto the bed in front of Hizashi, and he doesn’t waste even a second before yanking me back to be pressed up on- oh my god he’s shirtless and I’m pretty sure he isn’t wearing pants. I feel the heat of his legs touch mine. He wraps his arms around me as well. Gross, gross, gross, stop touching! Let me go!

I start trying to squirm, but Hizashi is surprisingly strong, preventing me from moving much.

His warmth is making it really hard to want to get away. Even more than with Shouta earlier.

Shouta takes off everything but his boxers and gets into the bed as well. My face feels like it’s on fire. He quickly shuffles to be on top of me and puts a hand on my mouth before I could scream at them to let me go.

“Shhh, you don’t want to wake Eri now, right?”

Hizashi nuzzles his head into my neck. His small facial hair slightly tickling,

A strong part of me says it doesn’t matter. That she wouldn’t do anything. Another part of me hopes if I did yell, she’d see and be upset by them or even me ruining their parent’s time together. With the hand covering my mouth though, it’s impossible.

Tired… their warmth makes me so tired. My body too quickly stops struggling. It gives Shouta the time to also have an arm wrap around my body. The other staying close to my mouth to make sure I don’t wake Eri though.

“That’s it, dear Lovesong. We won’t let you get taken again. See your lovely face in the morning.”

This makes me decide I’m going to resign. I’m done.

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mha-platonic-yanderes · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request yan Erasermic fam where the reader acts like protective older sibling and only spends time with Eri and Shinso bc "they def just have Stockholm syndrome and must be in the same sytuation as me! ". What would they do? Have a nice day!

In all honesty, Eri is in the same situation you were in, just with both of the pro-heroes having more money. And because of all the trauma she endured, Eri soaks up in their love and attention. You never did that. Or, at least to the level she did.

You remember your parents. You remember how Aizawa shielded your ears and covered your eyes while Present Mic screamed so loud your parent's brains exploded. You remember trying to fight, but Aizawa cancelled your quirk and put you to sleep, making sure you wouldn't be able to fight anymore as they took you home.

Shinsou however, he's the one who isn't looked out for as much. Sure, Aizawa and Mic will kill for Shinsou and are absolutely terrified with his hero prospects, but he doesn't inspire the same type of fear that you and Eri do.

Shinsou has an insanely powerful quirk he knows how to use, survival instincts, and has been on his own for much longer. You and Eri however, both of you were saved at the same age and they can't help but see the two of you in every victim they find.

For Aizawa, this fear is tenfold. he usually is on the scene of gruesome attacks. Mic's a daytime hero. He fights fame seeking villains who are infinitely easier to subdue. Aizawa however, he deals with the dredges of the earth. The men who prey on young ladies and steal them from their loving fathers. He sees the mutilated corpses of people in the wrong place at the wrong time and stops more attacks on pretty young women like yourself more often than he'd care to admit.

And he's terrified. For you and for Eri and for Shinsou, but not as much. Because he can handle himself, you two cannot. No matter how much you attempt to prove otherwise.

#i slightly altered this but i like my ramblings lol #platonic yandere erasermic family #platonic yandere erasermic

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izalemon · 1 year

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Yandere Fathers x Abused Adopted Child/Teen Reader

This is more of a word barf, I couldn’t get platonic yanderes off my mind and am a sucker for forced father yanderes, so why not two?! I mainly got inspired by a bunch of platonic Yandere Erasermic x Child Reader posts, but as you know I’m not one for making fanfictions so I made some OC’s, but you can imagine anyone as these characters.

Warnings: kidnapping, implied stalking, forced physical affection, past abuse, implied violence(not reader), wrote this on a whim, didn’t take it too seriously

You felt like you had been here for years when in reality it have been more like a few months. You were simply on your way to school one day when you were suddenly shoved into a van and had your mouth and nose covered with a towel and a strange liquid on it that made you pass out almost immediately.

When you woke you were in a room you did not recognize with a chain around your ankle that linked to the wall. It allowed only enough mobility for you to be able to walked around the room you were in and inside the restroom.

You began to panic and tears started selling up in your eyes. You thought you were in a human trafficking situation and that people would sell your body or organs.

Your crying drew the attention of your captors who, once entering the room, saw you having a full on panic attack in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, holding on the the door frame for support.

They rushed over to you and immediately tried consoling you, but you just pushed them away crying, begging for them not to hurt you.

“Oh no baby, please don’t think that, we could never do such a thing to you.” The one closest to you said.

“We just want to protect you.” Said the other.

You didn’t believe them. Your crying never subsided and your chest felt so tight due to the panic. You never thought you would be thinking this, but you wanted to go back to your home with your family.

Eventually, once you calmed down, they brought you back to the bed where they explained everything to you. Apparently they were a married couple who desperately wanted a child of their own, they were planning on going the traditional route and adopting one, but once they saw you they just knew they had to have you.

They saw how your biological family treated you, hitting you for the smallest mistake, screaming at you that you were dumb and worthless if you came home with any grade other than an A. They decided to finally ‘save’ you once they saw that you had cried yourself to sleep nearly every night that past week.

“We just want to help you honey, I know it can be scary, having all of this change happen so suddenly, but we did it for your own good. People need to think that you’re dead so that nobody will take you away from us.” One of them said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and resting his forehead against yours. He had done most of the talking, the other one reminded mainly silent.

You couldn’t tell if they were telling the truth or not. You were so confused and your judgment was so clouded that it was difficult for you to think at all.

From that moment forward you were their ‘daughter/son/child.’ They didn’t expect much from you, just to relax and enjoy being away from your abusive conditions, but to be honest you felt as if these conditions were just as abusive.

They were so gentle with you and made sure not to hurt you in any way. However, not wanting to hurt you, they were very adamant on physical affection. They coddled you endlessly, one more than the other.

They had been so caught up in making sure you were alright for the first week that they had forgotten to give you their names. They introduced themselves as Philip and Edwin, but they hoped that you would call them ‘father’ and ‘dad.’

Philip was the most affectionate. He would always cuddle you and talk to you non stop it felt like. He insisted on spoon feeding you which was humiliating but he saw it as bonding.

Edwin was more reserved but just as obsessed as his husband. He loved you dearly and he often came into your room which you were still bound to to help heal your cuts and bruises you gave yourself while you were still frantic and trying to escape.

Sometimes you would cry yourself to sleep at night, wishing you could go back to your normal life and see your friends again. If they heard your cries the two would immediately come inside and make sure you were okay. During these times the three of you would often fall asleep together, with you in the middle of course.

Your daily routine consisted of you laying in bed all day and only getting up to go to the restroom. The two would bring you three meals a day and any snack you asked for, although you still have yet to ask anything of them, not wanting to seem as though you’re accepting the situation. They gave you a notebook and some puzzles to entertain yourself with while they were away, but they mainly wanted to spend most of their time with you.

Edwin didn’t talk much but he would ask you simple questions, because although they know you well, they still have so much to learn! Sometimes Philip would come in in the middle of the night and just sit next to you and watch over you while you slept.

The two loved you so much, they would do anything for you.

After around a month and a half they decided to let you roam around the house, which was a lot bigger than you had anticipated, the two obviously had a large sum of money. They only let you roam if you agreed to not try and run away from them, which you agreed to. They were two fully grown men and you were just a kid, they could easily outrun and overpower you.

You were far too scared of them to disobey or resist them. You only showed your discomfort through small whimpers and freezing up whenever they go close to you. You were so scared that they’d snap one day and hit you or worse.

It took a little bit to get used to walking again. Your legs felt numb and you’d often fall over, in which case they’d run up to you and check for any bleeding and bruising.

As time went by and they saw how obedient you were, they let you have more and more privileges. Starting with being able to watch tv, to letting you have supervised time on your phone, even to allowing you an their backyard so you could have some time outside, while they watched over you of course.

They were happy you were so obedient but they knew it was out of fear. They did everything in their power to make you feel comfortable around them, but it’s hard to be comfortable around the people who forced to into a cage.

You never messed up once, hoping that eventually they’d either let you go or that your privileges would extend to a point where you’d easily be able to slip away from them at some point.

One say you were working on a puzzle in the living room while the two of them sat beside you watching what was on tv. You got up to get a drink but accidentally dropped the glass causing it to shatter. This was the first time you had done something that would be considered ‘bad’ and in your old home you’d either get yelled at or slapped because of it depending of your parents mood.

The two of them heard the crash and rushed to the kitchen, only to find you staring at them in shock while tears started forming in your eyes.

What if they thought you did it on purpose out of rebellion? If your own real parents hit you because of something like this then how would your captors react?

You backed up slightly out of fear and stepped on a sharp shard, making you yelp.

“Ow! I-I…I’m sorry…I-*sniff* I didn’t mean to…” You started panicking and a few tears started to stream down your face.

“Oh baby, stop walking, you’re hurt.” Philip said as he walked over to you, carful to avoid the glass. But as he reached out for you you flinched away, thinking he would hit you.

He paused. What kind of a monster would do this to you that you’d even be afraid of someone wanting to help you. It made him and Edwin furious, but they didn’t let it show right now.

Philip picked you up and sat you on the counter, the bottom of your foot was practically flowing out blood like it was a faucet. You started really crying now that you felt the pain.

Edwin worked on cleaning the mess up while Philip cleaned you up.

“Shh, shh, I know it hurts honey but just bare with it.” He said to you gently as he disinfected the wound.

Eventually the three of you found yourselves on the couch again. You leaned you back against Philip’s chest while Edwin helped yo wrap your foot as gently as possible.

“You should be more careful, cutting your bare foot can lead to serious infections.” Edwin told you matter of factly.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“He’s just looking out for you sweetie.” Philip chimed in. “It’s because we love you.”

That night, after the two of them put you to bed, they decided to make a trip to your previous ‘guardians’ if they can even call them that, and paid them a visit. They came back that morning with suspicious blood spatters on their cloths and made sure you didn’t watch the news for the next week or so.

They wouldn’t want their precious child to be scared of them after all would they?

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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You know who would be homophobic to their yandere?

Teen reader being kidnapped byvolatonic yandere dads (Erasermic or DabiHawks).

Like you're telling me that you wouldn't honestly yell every slur in the book and be anti LGBQT the moment you find out that your "supposed caregivers" that took you in were actually the reason why your loving family/mom/dad was DEAD (for Erasermic au) or falsely imprisoned in jail for life (for DabiHawks au).

Yeah, I don't buy that.

Now I'm imagining yandere parents becoming very concerned for you because "murder is fine, but homophobia? NOT UNDER OUR ROOF!" and start whatever the opposite of conversion therapy is for you.

But like what would they actually do??? MMe you read brochures? Books? Maybe if it's DabiHawks, they'd definitely go for reading you those storybooks for kids that promote the gay dads ( Hawks going "the question shouldn't be why do you have 2 dads?! It should be why not 3-!" With Dabi bonking him on the head because for the umpteenth time keigo brought up fucking Enji.). If its Erasermic, I can see Aizawa ignoring you whenever you're behaving like this and giving you whole ass lectures on why it's not OK to be homophobic, while Hizashi is fully convinced that you're acting like this because you're afraid to come out of the closet yourself and now he's trying very hard to make you come out, which doesn't matter in the long run because he and Aizawa ain't allowing you to date anyone, period.

#yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi #yandere hawks x reader #yandere hawks #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere erasermic #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere present mic #yandere present mic x reader

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itsabouttimex2 · 6 months

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Yandere Living Spaces

(Hawks and Erasermic )

Keigo Takami:

Much smaller than one might think. Being the second/third highest rated hero (who’s also a model, it seems) would definitely bring it a lot of money, but I’ll argue- what does he have to spend it on? No family, seemingly no friends, no hobbies that we know of. Not to mention that he’s always out on the job or doing something, so he doesn’t have anything to fill a house up with. He doesn’t need a huge house to lounge in. He’d have a smaller and cozier house instead, tucked away somewhere quiet and safe. He keeps the place clean, even if no one ever comes around to see it. Plenty of space for his wings, even if he has nothing to worry about knocking over.

Basically, he has a house, but not a home.

He fully intends to change that, though.

Before he‘s even managed to take you from the League of Villains, he’s already furnished one of his empty guest rooms with you in mind. He walks by that room everyday when he wakes up, thinking of the day that you’ll be waking up with him, adding a little bit of life and warmth to this lonely house of his.

That day won’t be far off. He’ll save you, like you should’ve been saved so long ago, and bring you to a place where you can properly heal and move on from the influence the League has left on you.

Whether you want to or not.

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Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada:

A totally normal house, if you ignore the soundproofed walls. And the hero costumes lying around.

The small shrine to their fallen friend, with a pair of broken goggles, a busted gourd speaker and a shattered ‘Loud Cloud’ pin. The leather jacket and martial arts gi framed in glass and hung on the wall behind the little shelf full of personal effects.

If you can ignore all of that, it’d feel like a normal house.

There are things that make it feel normal. The vitamin packets lining the fridge and the bags of chamomile tea. The little notes on the fridge, reminders to smile and have a good day or to pick up groceries. The amount of cat-themed merchandise, in spite of not having any cats. Old photos here and there, with them and Miss Midnight and some white-haired boy you don’t recognize or know the name of. In some of them, Mr. Aizawa even looks close to happy.

It feels normal for just a moment, and then you see your freshly printed adoption certificate framed and hung up next to all their other precious moments, reminding you of all you’ve been taken away from.

You have a lot of things you’ll have to get used to. Maybe if you do, it’ll start to feel like home.

#platonic yandere #platonic yandere mha #yandere mha #yandere present mic #platonic yandere erasermic #platonic yandere aizawa #platonic yandere present mic #yandere aizawa #yandere shota aizawa

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thecuriousquest · 4 months

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hello !! i LOVE platonic erasermic dads. you (along with many other writers) write them as having very strict rules, especially when it comes to dating and boys. what if they realized reader was actually into girls? how would they react or change their rules ? (assuming reader still has friends and is able to sometimes see them) would they see it as ‘keeping secrets’ to be able to see ppl reader is interested in? idk, i have a lot of thoughts and think it would be cool to see you expand on it !! i love your writing, have a great day !! <3

Yan!EraserMic HCs

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, spanking reference, grounding reference, bisexual or lesbian reader, controlling behavior, kind of manipulative behavior

Master List

***Requests are currently closed.

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I can’t see much changing since they’re still yanderes. They would, at the very most, be a little bit relieved that you don’t like boys. However, even though platonic, they’re still yanderes. This means that they want to be the only ones to shower you in love and affection. What do you need a girlfriend for when you have Papa and Daddy to love and care for you?

They would totally scold you for secret keeping. That is a huge no no in their rule book. Mic and Shouta are gay, though. They’re not mad that you’re bi/a lesbian. They’re just upsetti spaghetti because you kept this info from them. Consider yourself grounded, young lady. You’ll be lucky if you don’t find yourself tipped over one of your father’s knees for hiding something from them. This is an open family, goddamnit!

However, if you can convince them that you weren’t secret keeping and you were just trying to find the right time to tell them this because you didn’t know how, then they’re more than likely going to be less stern with you. They’ll probably let you still hangout with girls, although now monitored of course.

Boys are still iffy. They really, really don’t like boys or the thought of you even being within reach of one. You must also be monitored around the boys you hang out with.

Hey, at least they’re letting you hangout with your friends though! Isn’t that enough? 🫠😭

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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Yandere aizawa family who is aizawa and hisashi ( mic sensei) and shinzo and eri who wont let reader become a hero even tho she is shinzo's twin sis and have the same quirk

Yandere aizawa family who wont let reader have a relationship cuz they might hurt the reader

♡ Your Own Good ♡

(A/N: I have so many platonic yandere requests right now, everyone just wants platonic yandere and I am here for it!! I hope you like, I think erasermic family is a very cute idea 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, child and teen!reader, overprotectiveness, mentions of bullying

Summary: You want to be a hero yet your family refuses (Platonic!Yandere!EraserMic Family x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You slam your bedroom door behind you, crawling into your bed with fat tears rolling down your cheeks. It seemed as if everyone in your family were heros. Both of your fathers were heroes, your brother was a hero in training.

Even your little sister was allowed near heroic stuff yet they all treated you like a child and told you it was to dangerous. You just wanted to be a hero, you just want to help people.

Shouta kneels down next to your bed, gently wiping some tears off of your sleeping face. It’s hard for him not to see you as the small child he saved along with Hitoshi.

He knows that you just want to save people but he’s just so scared that you’re going to be hurt. It makes him feel like a asshole to shut down your dreams, but he wants to keep you safe.

“It’s for their own good, Shouta” Hizashi says from the doorway. Shouta glances up at his husband for a moment.

“I know” he says simply. You had the same quirk as Hitoshi, both you and your brother were heavily bullied because of your quirks. Hitoshi tended to internalize all of the pain from the bullying, instead opting to comfort you when anything would happen.

Hizashi and Shouta still remember you coming home from school sobbing because people called you a villain. They remember you coming home covered in dirt after bullies pushed you down.

They remember you hiding in your room so you wouldn’t have to been seen in public. They even remember you sobbing and telling them you were scared that you were going to end up a villain simply because of your quirk.

After all you’ve been through, how could your family not be overprotective of you? You couldn’t be a hero. You were to fragile. You were to fragile which is why you need your family to protect you.

“They just need to be protected” Shouta mumbles, finally standing up from the side of your bed. You had gotten into a fight with your fathers about how you wanted to become a hero but they refused. So you went to your room, slamming your door and crying yourself to sleep.

“I know, but we’re doing the right thing” Hizashi smile, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead. They turn off the light as they leave your room, they’ll have to talk to you later about why they won’t let you become a hero. They’re only isolating you and they’re only prohibiting you from your dreams so that you’re safe.

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#platonic yandere #yandere bnha #yandere aizawa #yandere!aizawa #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere shouta #yandere shouta x reader #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere!hizashi #yandere hizashi x reader #yandere hizashi yamada x reader #yandere eri #yandere eri x reader #yandere shinsou #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere hitoshi shinso

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shallyouobeyme · 6 months

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Castle

Platonic!Yandere Vampire ErasterMic!Family x Toddler!Reader (GN)

Summary: Upon a hill over a small town stands a castle. It's vampiric inhabitants get a sacrifice every generation, but one year, they find a little child bundled up in a blanket at their door.

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Sacrificing a child (you), mention of mugging, fighting, attacks, murder + torture (not descriptive and not towards reader), vampires, being turned into a vampire, illness, dark content, I do not condone this - this is all just fantasy

There was a custom in a small town lying in the valley under a hill which adorned the horizon along with the great castle standing on top of it unshakable, permanent, unaging - just like its inhabitants. There were legends going through generations of people living in the castle's shadow. According to them, the castle housed four very specific, mythical creatures. A man of shadows who could only be seen in the night and whose sight was said to be linked with an imminent death. A banshee who could act like a siren and lure you in, only to them scream with the voices of all the souls who have lost their lives because of him. An undead boy who could make you see things, hear things, do things, which would shake any living thing to their core. And at the last, a girl pale as a sheet, with hair white as snow - a ghost, said to be one of their former victims (according to some even their first), who was hunting the castle to warn others who'd share her fate and remind the creatures who had caused her death of their rotten soul.

Along with the legends and myths, the custom developed as well - it came from a place of fear and dread, from a time when deaths rid the town of most of its people and the only cause they could discern was that they had attracted the anger of their mythical watchers - and now it was common practice for every generation to chose a sacrifice to bring to the gates of the castle to gratify the rage of it's owners. Usually, it would be one of the elderly who volunteered themselves, knowing that they had not long to live and wanting to see what all the legends were about at least once in their life. Because except for the sacrificial rite no one was allowed to climb the hill to the castle.

By the time the most unusual and determinative sacrifice happened, the medics of the town had realized that the deaths they had in the past blamed on the creatures were caused by natural reasons - most crucial, the plague. But still, the custom stayed, because why would they change the habit that had kept the townspeople safe for all these years? There was just one thing that was different by that time - it had probably been the result of more health and people having fewer children - but for the first time in generations, there were no elderly who were close to dying, all the elderly who were around were still healthy and fit. And so, one family offered to make the ultimate sacrifice, as they had a young child of only a few years of age who they'd be bringing to the gates. The child was old enough to walk and talk, but not old enough to understand what was happening. And furthermore, the child was ill and sickly. They had been born with their ailment and the doctors saw no possibility of betterment, giving them only a few more years of life before the ailment would take them.

And so it was decided for the best all to lose their child in exchange for the happiness of all the other children they would have and that were living around them. On the night of the summer solstice, their parents put the child into warm clothes and carry their sleeping form up the hill. They knew that the least they needed to do was bring them away together and spend their last moments on this earth as a family. When they arrived at the gate, they rolled their child in a blanket and laid her down in front of it, before the father took the mother's hand and used the knocker that would never work from that distance at any other house. The parents gave their child one last kiss and then solemnly made their way back down the hill to their lives.

On the opposite side of the gate were a family at dinner - or at least as similar to dinner as it was possible for this family. They were sitting around a table with chalices before them, filled with dark, red, liquid that some might assume to be wine. It was not. The family had been living in the castle for centuries. And it was not the fathers and mothers of the people living in it now, no, it had been the exact same people as were sitting around the table now, unchanged like the building they were living in. Unlike what the townspeople assumed, the family of vampires had no interest in ending the lives of the people below them, they had long since switched to an animal-based diet. Still, they also had no interest in stopping their little habit of sacrifices, because it kept them unbothered, and kept the people of the town just afraid enough to not dare enter their homes. And since the sacrificial humans were usually already smelling of death, they had no issue putting them out of their misery - giving the old humans the happiness of letting them know what they had been wondering about for their entire lives.

As the family was talking about the latest news and interests that had been going on in their very exclusive, very secretive society of vampiric creatures spread around the entire world, Aizawa looked out of the window and sighed. He wondered about how fast the last 25 years had passed, but stood up and went out to the gate nonetheless. He wondered a little bit about the unusual breathing and heartbeat pattern heard coming from the human. It had been centuries since he had bothered with visiting or listening to other humans so while his ears were as good as ever, he had some difficulties distinguishing between the differences in them just based on their sounds and smells. So he assumed that this human was just weaker than usual.

All this led to all the more of a surprise when he opened the gate and found not an elderly human looking to find their end for the greater good, but instead a little bundled-up child. You - looking slightly younger than their own daughter had been when she was turned by a nefarious vampire looking to extend their clan - looked so weak, so frail, and as Aizawa looked at you, for the first time in centuries he was reminded of his own time as a mortal. Back then he and Yamada had to hide their love, their romance forbidden for multiple reasons. Not only were they both men, no they were also part of opposite sides of a war, though on the nights when they both sneaked away to spend their time embraced without having to worry about the rest of the world, they spent their time dreaming of having a life together, living without fear and most importantly, taking care of a little life of their own. A child. And when they had been turned, that dream had been mostly fulfilled.

Now they were powerful enough to live without fear together and a few decades later they stumbled upon a dying boy - a mugger who had stolen from them earlier, but as they hunted him down to get their stuff back they found him giving away the stolen goods to the children living in the street without a way to make their own way of survival. When he had also thrown himself in the way of a fight that had escalated and an attack meant for Yamada, it had been clear to them they could not leave him to die. And so they turned him and gained their son. And while they loved him as if he was their own - he was in a sense, the bond forged by turning someone almost as strong as the bond of blood mortals had - he had still already been a young adult when they had 'adopted' him.

Their gaining Eri for their family had been similar. She had already been a vampire for years when they had saved her and while she still looked the part of a young child, she had already been mindful and conscious of things a child would never be, she was a teenager or even an adult trapped in the body of a child.

So when Aizawa looked down at you, he saw this dream of theirs, the dream of raising a child of their own, and he saw the possibility of that now happening. When he brought you back in it was safe to say that his idea was taken in with a lot of enthusiasm, Yamada taking you out of Aizawa's arms and cuddling you close to him - so very happy to have a little you like you so close to him. Oh, how adorable you were, how precious - it was like he finally found what he was waiting for all of his immortal life. Eri was over the moon as well, stating that she had always wanted to be a big sister, that she'd do her best to make sure you'd grow up safe and surrounded by love, and that she wouldn't let anything harm you.

Shinsou was the one who stated something that the rest of the family had forgotten to think about through their joy. Someone had sacrificed you to them, had left you to what they thought to be a soon and possibly painful death. Shinsou's eyes were filled with rage, infectious rage and bloodlust that he hadn't felt since he'd been turned first, as he thought about how someone could leave such a little, weak thing as you to your death knowingly. And so, you were left with Yamada who was not quite ready to let go of you yet, and Eri who insisted on you getting a room near hers (even though you'd spent your next years sleeping in your new parent's bed) and to be there when you awoke to keep you calm in your new surrounded.

While they were already planning your new life, Aizawa and Shinsou made their way down that hill for the first time in a long while, with fire and fury in their steps, knowing that they'd leave no one alive - all of the townspeople at fault for letting you be sacrificed in their eyes. They had only had you with them for less than a day, but one look at you cuddling into Aizawa and Yamadas was enough to have them put you into their hearts and they'd bring hell before letting you go again. So no matter if young or old, male or female or in between, sick or healthy, every single mortal in that town paid their due that day, most of all your own parents whom they recognized by their smell and made suffer for as long as they could before they felt like they needed to see you again to make sure you were doing okay and ended your families misery.

It was clear that your life would be very different from now on, you would be coddled and loved, spoiled and protected. You were still so young that you didn't really worry about the fact that there were these strange people calling themselves your daddies and siblings for longer than a month or two, after that, you accepted your new situation. You enjoyed the attention, loved playing with Eri, dressing up with Yamada, taking naps with Aizawa and getting told stories by Shinsou. Your new life was happy and joyful and you didn't even notice how protective and obsessive your new family was. Leaving the castle wasn't an option anymore - which you didn't worry about too much given how big the castle felt to you - and neither was being alone. There was always one of them with you unless you were sleeping, and even then someone was close to you, close enough to race to you when they heard the difference in breathing patterns of you waking up.

Upon multiple protective measures, it was Shinsou who took it into his hands to tell you stories that made you scared of being alone and leaving the safety of your home - it hurt him to see you so scared, but the feeling of having you run into his arms for comfort when you were afraid of a shadow outside of the window, made it all worth it. Only once you started seeing evil in anything outside and started fearing things around you once you were alone did he tone it down a bit, knowing that he would not have to worry about you leaving them for the time being. His parents had claimed that it wasn't necessary since someone was with you at all times, but they didn't intervene when he started so he assumed they were fine with it.

Aizawa and Yamada loved having your young innocent around them, it reminded them that there was still goodness left in the world, but they still decided that they would not turn you until you were old enough to agree to it. They couldn't promise that they'd listen to you even if you didn't agree - already knowing that they could never let you go - but they at least wanted you to have the opportunity to feel like you made the choice on your own.

Of course, there was still your illness. Your family had many connections in the world thanks to their community of vampiric friends so they had access to the top medication and the best doctors and you got all of that. Everything to make sure you were as healthy as possible and relieved of any pain. The only thing that might change the way they had decided your turning would go would be if your condition worsened if there was no chance of healing anymore. Then, turning you would be an immediate reaction. And who knows, maybe them having you being their little toddler for the rest of eternity - never growing and being coddled by them to make sure you stay as innocent as you are now - was the best thing that could happen to you since they had found you at their gate.

N/A: Thank you to @dumpster-dive-reading for the inspiration behind this and thank you all for reading this. If you enjoyed it I'd love to read your thoughts. Tomorrow's entry for Yandere Writetober is going to be 'dagger' and let's just say while I'm not sure yet, I have a very mischievous character in mind for this. See you then ❤️

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lolita-lollipop · 4 months

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Bnha Masterlist

Katsuki Bakugo

yandere barbarian bakugo x reader x dragon kirishima

Kiribaku: calling them dad

Yandere dragon kirishima x reader x yandere dragon king bakugo

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere Bakusquad Werewolf Au

Yandere Bakudeku

Yandere Older brother Bakugo

Bakudeku x sick reader

Bakusquad rapunzel Au

Protective best friend bakugo

Bakusquad x naive reader

Naga kiribaku Au

Caretaker Robots BakuDEku x reader

Bakushoto x reader with seperation anxiety

KiriBaku x abused reader

Yandere father bakugo: he snaps

Security guard bakugo x child reader

Yandere bakuDeku x abandoned reader

Izuku Midoria

Villain Deku H'Cs

Yandere Bakudeku

Yandere father Izuku x stolen daughter of Bakugo

Bakudeku x sick reader

Yandere Villain Deku x Reader

tododeku x sick reader

Shinso

Yandere Shinso x reader x Denki

Yandere older brother shinso allowing reader out

Yandere villain shinso

Yandere shinso: marriage

Villain shinso x reader x villain denki

yandere shinso x reader x yandere denki werewolf Au

Denki Kaminari

Yandere Shinso x reader x Denki

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere villain Denki x Reader x yandere Villain Kirishima

Villain shinso x reader x villain denki

yandere shinso x reader x yandere denki werewolf Au

Shouta Aizawa

Yandere father aizawa x teenage reader

Sugar Daddy Aizawa x broke! college reader

Erasermic "I hear a symphony" x reader

Erasermic x sick reader

Yandere Aizawa x anxiety ridden reader

Erasermic: competition between Aizawa and Mic

Erasermic: favoritism

Siren Au erasermic x child! reader

Erasermic x anxiety reader

Father Aizawa x kidnapped reader

Ghost Aizawa x Teen reader

Aizawa x medium reader

Aizawa taking care of depresed reader

Aizawa with a reader who has an emotional attachment to stuffed animal

Present Mic

yandere villain hizashi x reader

Erasermic "I hear a symphony" x reader

Erasermic x sick reader

Soft yandere Mic x teen reader

Erasermic: competition between Aizawa and Mic\

Erasermic: favoritism Pt:2

Kirishima

Yandere Kirishima x escaped child reader

Kiribaku: calling them dad

Yandere dragon kirishima x reader x yandere dragon king bakugo

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere Father kirishima: making him angry Pt:2

Soft! yandere kirishima

Yandere villain Denki x Reader x yandere Villain Kirishima

Yandere kirishima: the little moments

Yandere Kirishima x reader: cuddling

Yandere bakuDeku x abandoned reader

Erasermic Family

Erasermic family coraline Au x reader Pt:2 Pt:3

Yandere erasermic family: Siren Au Pt:2

Erasermic family wonderland Au x reader Pt:2

Erasermic Family x unwilling reader

Royal erasermic Au x Cinderella reader Pt:2

Yandere erasermic: telling them you're pregnant

Demon Erasermic x reader Pt:2

Yandere Erasermic Family: Eri Snaps

Yandere erasermic: meeting 1A on accident

"crickets" erasermic x runaway reader

Todoroki

Bakushoto x reader with seperation anxiety

tododeku x sick reader

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weirdthinkingdragon · 2 years

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Welcome To The Family (8/???)

Surprise bitches. Short chap to try getting back into it (eventually)

Tw- language that would probably make a sailor blush. Maybe I should tone it down (probably won’t), kidnapped, blackmail, delusional “friend”, light hypothermia (will make sense when reading).

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Muffled voices were the only thing being heard while waking up. One of them was Tadao. And the other?...

...Ryo? Why are they yelling at each other? Wha- how long was I- wait, where am I- what happened? All I remember is Tadao… Right. Damn, my head hurts severely. I can’t even rub it with my hands being bound. As well as my legs to the chair. Wait, bound? Fuck, now I’m regretting not taking their advice of walking with me. I just really wasn’t expecting Tadao to do such a thing.

I attempt to open my eyes, but the brightness of the room makes the pain in my head at least three times worse, and my vision is incredibly blurred. Okay, focus on where I am for now.

What feels to be a wooden chair, and metal cuffs around my wrists, keeping them together in front of me. Really? They couldn’t have at least given my ass a cushion or something? Right, not the time for that type of complaint. I try to listen to their yelling conversation without giving away that I woke up. Their loud voices are killer on my headache. Even though most if not all the pain is the back of my head where I was hit.

Trying to feel a bit more, there’s a bit of a crusty type of feeling slightly down my back. The hit must have somehow punctured my skin or something since I can only think of that crusty feeling being blood. I better not have fallen in dog poop or something or I swear I’m beating the daylight out of Tadao more if I ever will be able to.

“Why didn’t you use your black mold or something to make them pass out!? Your hits to them could have killed them!” Ryo? They’re in on this too!? There’s not really a way this could get worse, is there? My two closest friends?... Can’t really say that anymore.

“Are you stupid!? Black mold could have killed them too! That would also give them breathing problems! Do you KNOW how deadly strong amounts of exposure of mold is to people besides me, especially black, since I’m immune to it!?”

Pain stabs through my head yet again. Urg, do they really need to yell?...

“You fucking idiot. You should have kept chloroform on you like I said to do.” I swear my heart stops completely for a minute. I know that voice anywhere. Aiya. Fuck, I just HAD to jinx it, didn’t I?

“I’m sorry, okay? It was a brash and stupid decision! But I couldn’t risk being followed! With the multiple heroes at the time taking care of a few low villains on the other side of the city, and tons of people drawn to that, it was the best chance I had to not be seen!” He sounds rather exasperated.

She sighs. “Doesn’t matter now. If there’s any damage done to their head, we’ll just have to focus on that later. Our main priority is having everyone think they’re dead. I guess you were good in that regard by leaving the bloodied bat there. At least you were smart enough to still be wearing gloves.”

My only question is why are they working with her? It’s obvious she hates me. I can still feel the “friendship” ring on my finger I kept wearing for one reason or another. I’d care for nothing more than to rip it off now and smash it to the ground. Stomp on it for good measure. Regret overwhelmingly taking me over of ever being friends with Ryo in the first place.

I end up shifting after way too long of a weird stare-down silence because they couldn't have at least given me a fucking cushion, signaling I’m awake. They all must notice since they all go quiet for a moment. “Y/N! You’re awake! That’s good! Now that you’re here, we can finally hang out again, and the heroes will find a new sitter!”

… Are you fucking mental? How many people around me are truly sane right now? First the heroes are acting weird, and now my friends. Starting to wonder if the heroes aren’t the ones struck by some sort of quirk. I try to glare at them, but my eyes are forced closed by the damn light. It’s like an interrogation because the only visible light is the one above me glaring down for the tiny second I try to open my eyes again.

“Come on Y/N, people die all the time. Those heroes won’t bat an eye when they find you “dead”. Don't flatter yourself.” Aiya sneers.

!!! Fuck, she must have told them. She must have noticed my expression sour. “Oh please, I informed Ryo about the heroes after I found them angry one day. Aw, all they wanted was to hang out with you.” The end of what she spoke became incredibly degrading. She’s lucky I’m not able to put my foot to her face and break a few teeth. Or maybe breaking her nose. That would suffice too. I can already hear Zashi in the background like some sort of funny show edging me on to do it. Really starting to hate her, and I hardly know jack shit other than her name and her personality that could possibly rival Endeavor’s.

I finally manage to force my eyes open and clear, showing Tadao behind the two of them with an incredibly horrified look on his face. “WHAT!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THEY WERE HEROES!? Oh man, oh man, oh fuck! I KNEW it was a bad idea! Why did I listen to you two!?” The pain in my head majorly spikes. Hng, fuck. Can he PLEASE at least keep it down!?

His complaints must have pissed off Ryo since they walk over and grab Tadao by his hair, yanking it down. He tenses in pain and closes an eye to prevent yelling. They turn towards me and look at my hands. I do as well and notice the metal cuffs look too similar to wood. Almost like a coverup for something.

“You’re wearing our friendship ring! You must still want to hang out with me!”

You’re beyond stupid if you think I will after this stunt. Is this where they were the time I was going to hang out with them? Wait... Please for the love of everything, tell me they didn't get hit by the same fucking quirk. That or going back to the idea I might be the problem. Ryo's almost acting like it. My mouth feels incredibly dry as I try to speak. "Why this way?" Eventually manages to come out. It’s not slurred, which must be insane luck. Aiya seems disappointed. "Well, miraculously somehow doesn't seem to be any brain damage or concussion, so I guess that's good."

I snap at Ryo harming Tadao and that Aiya wanted me to be injured. Same with how the others have been acting. Really getting pissed off at whoever has this quirk. I’d like more than just a word with them, even if it’s a child at this point. "Could you break out of this weird fucking quirk already? I'm getting sick of all this weird personality bullshit." So I’m crabby. Sue myself. Not my fault they could have killed me and are the cause of this stupid pain in my head. They deserve a snappy attitude at least.

Ryo looks at me confused. "I was never hit with any quirk.”

What? Did I stop breathing? I think I stopped breathing. No, they have to be lying! Ugh, really must have been me.

Aiya laughs maniacally for a moment at my probably bewildered expression. "Is- is that what you THINK? They and Ryo were never hit with such a ridiculous thing!"

My mind blanks into fear of what that means. It's not possible they're just acting like that normally! It has to be me then! I refuse to believe two pro heroes, one in training, and a child ALL have some weird obsession for just a plain babysitter. Ugh, I might have to resign being their babysitter, or even just one in general, if this is the case. Well, if I get out of here that is. I’d rather not get involved deeper with whatever the fucks going on with them.

"They were probably just acting to keep your pathetic excuse as a good sitter so they could finally stop looking for another!"

Me, a pathetic excuse? I'm not the one who kept trying to hit on a married gay man or ignore the children, which, I don't know, IS. THE. JOB.? A major part of me is doubtful of them just acting it as well. There's no way they'd go to such extremities and make me so uncomfortable sometimes if that was the case. With how desperate they are, maybe? But Shouta really doesn't seem to be the type to mess around or act differently than himself under any circumstance.

I give her a disbelieving look, which seemed to be the wrong thing to do, and her face became a harsh glare as she stomps up to me. She reaches out towards me and wraps her hand around my pendant. She gives a firm tug, breaking the chain around my neck, then glares at the pendant.

"This should have been mine. I was so close to finding a way I could squeeze back in and steal Hizashi for myself, but then you had to come in and ruin everything. I don't know what stupid trick you pulled, but they're dogs at your fucking mercy, almost like Tadao is for me."

My brows crease in confusion. What does she mean by that?

Ryo finally stopped pulling on Tadao's hair, and he steps a few feet away from the psychotic duo. He's also on thin ice but seems to really not want to be a part of this. He glares at Aiya from behind and gently rubs his scalp. She turns to look at him while trying to squeeze the pendant as tight as she could. It's sturdier than I thought since it isn't cracking in any way. "Why don't you tell them, my little errand boy?" She says "errand boy" in such a demeaning way that even I feel like throwing up.

He physically cringes hard at that name but doesn't stop his glaring at her. She doesn't seem to care in the slightest. "It's true. She's got me on a tight leash that could easily make me lose my job as a waiter for my parent's business. Two of her friends help set me up one day while I was their waiter. She purposefully tripped me, making me fall onto one of her in-on-it female friends,"

He greatly cringes again. "My hands ended up in... unsavory places trying to catch myself. Aiya snapped a picture, and if she were to send it to my parents, they'd kick me from my job for sure. I'm trying to earn my place to take over their business one day. They understandably would have no tolerance for such behavior. Everyone is more than willing to believe three women complaining about a man assaulting them before they'd believe a man claiming to be gay was framed."

I hate to say it, but that does seem like a pretty logical assumption many would make. Has he mentioned being gay before? My still kinda messed up mind can't remember.

Aiya laughs sadistically. "Right you are, my little errand boy."

I cringe as well this time. Ew. Out of all things? Seriously?

"It was a miracle it worked so well in my favor! Now I can just dangle the little carrot whenever I need dirty work done, and he has to do it or lose his job and family’s faith in him permanently."

Now I'm feeling a bit bad for Tadao.

"In speaking of loss." She turns back towards me and glares harshly again. She throws the pendant to the ground and tries to break it with a few firm stomps. Is she seriously acting like a child right now? If I wasn’t in such a dire situation, I’d probably be laughing at how pathetic this is.

The stomps do little to nothing. She yells in frustration, picks it up again, and chucks it at the concrete wall as hard as she could on my left. It just bounces off and clatters to the also concrete floor. Concrete? Of course I'd be in a fucking basement. She’s acting like a child throwing a massive tantrum.

She stops after a moment and pins her hands on my forearms. The grip almost hurts. With her glare locked onto my eyes and her quite obvious thirst for power or something, I could almost joke about her being kinky.

That thought nearly makes me physically gag. Ew. Okay, definitely not with her involved though.

“What are you doing? This wasn’t part of the plan!” Ryo has the audacity to almost sound panicked. Why?

She looks back toward Ryo for a moment.

"Oh, they deserve a little punishment, don't you think, dear Ryo? They chose the “family” over you after all. All they had to do was deny them a bit better, and all of this could have been avoided!~"

I'm pissed they didn't think I tried. How the hell are you SUPPOSED to just stand up and refuse two pro heroes to something they were already dead set on? Especially if they’re quite high in ranks?

Ryo has a torn expression. “I… yeah, I guess that makes sense. But we can’t afford to have them suddenly needing to go to the hospital. They’d be found then!”

She turns back towards me with a highly unnerving smirk. “Don’t you worry. I’ll just go to stage one.”

Stage… one? Wait, It almost feels like everything around is getting colder? No, worse. It feels like heat is slowly being sapped out of me. What is she doing!?

Tadao seems to pale a few shades lighter than he already was.

“Y-You can’t just use your quirk like that! You’re purposefully giving them stage one hypothermia!?” He rushes towards us to try to stop her.

...She’s what!?

She puts one of her hands in a “stop” form towards him. “Come any closer, and I won’t think twice of posting that delightful pic to your family.”

He freezes in his tracks.

“Besides, stage one is harmless enough anyway. Mostly just some shivering and loss of blood circulation. We can warm them back up to normal easily enough later.”

“B-but what about the chance of it worsening after? It could get worse itself since it’s already fairly cold down here!” He almost seems to beg for her to let go.

She rolls her eyes. Damn, I’m feeling the effect fast. My body is already starting to involuntarily shiver. “Every time you open your whiny mouth, it makes my longing stronger of wanting to post it just to get you sorry excuse for a man finally away from me.”

He looks like he desperately wants to say something else, but his mouth snaps shut.

“I- uh, I’ll come back later. I can’t really handle being around Y/N while you do that to them.” Ryo admits and heads towards the stairs starting at my right front corner and goes up towards a door above and behind me. Seriously? You’re so DESPERATE to get me, finally do, and then can’t even stick around to watch your new friend basically torture your old best friend? Just how pathetic are you?

The door slams as they leave.

She immediately gets way too close to my face. Back up, back up, backup, backup,backup-

“You’re lucky I promised to keep my word for them, or I’d have absolutely no problem forcing it to the third stage and laugh at you while watching you die.” She seethes, and lets go not long after.

She's lucky I didn't spit on her face. Would have greatly loved to. I really should have.

She looks toward Tadao and glares again. “I’ll be back shortly. I need to make sure you weren’t stupid enough to leave any other tracks that would lead them to us. While I’m gone, don’t think of doing anything else stupid,” She leaves pretty quickly as well. However, I didn’t hear a door open and close.

I look up to try to see why, and there’s a bit of purple mist that disappears not long after. Purple mist? Was there another or something? Maybe that’s how I got here? Now thinking back, I think I saw something purple forming to the side of me before being knocked out.

Tadao bolts to be right in front of me and puts his hands on my shoulders. The little heat is a surprising relief from the serious chill I’m feeling now. His brown eyes look like they’re about to start crying.

“I’m sorry! I’msorry, I’msosorry, so, so, so, sorry! I didn’t want this to happen and purposefully started to avoid you because they were forcing me to get you and they would have known if I met you and didn’t get you with that other watching and so many things this is so frustrating-!” He quickly started speaking so fast I almost didn’t understand a word he said to me. It took a moment to process, but then it made sense why he wasn’t around the past few days.

Kind of stuck on what to do now, other than…

I slip the ring off my finger and drop it to the floor. Can’t exactly stomp on it from my legs being bound, but it’s enough in the rage I feel.

Another involuntary shiver comes over my body. Has it always been this cold in here? I know the whole hypothermia and stuff going on, but this seems rather odd. Was she possibly lying about only stage one?

He quickly kneels down to be right by the cuffs still on my wrist sitting in front.

Metal cuffs that are detailedly painted to look wooden. After a second of him holding them, The paint chips off with what I guess to be some sort of mold, leaving the metallic glint underneath.

A surprised and extremely terrified expression takes over his face. “I thought I told her to make them wood! I lied saying you wouldn’t be able to break out of it so I could use my mold to dissolve them!”

Aiya laughs behind him and re-enters. A test. Of COURSE she was testing him, not going back to the scene. It would have been beyond suspicious if the heroes saw her there.

She walks down the stairs to be in front of us. “You honestly think I’d listen to you? I know you were planning on letting them go before you found out the family they babysit for are heroes. Sadly, I actually did get rid of that picture, as promised to Ryo with your cooperation, but I can easily get more. All it takes is another friend who still has it, or even just have other friends do the same thing at your workplace,” she puts her hand on her chin and looks up in thought. “Hmm, I might just post it anyways. You didn’t fully keep your promise either!~ Oh! And it would be so much better if next time it’s when your parents are-”

The door gets slammed with so much force, that it flies off the hinges and falls flat right behind her. She freezes in her place, staring at the entrance where the door was.

A man with all-too-familiar hair and certain grey clothing jumps down, and turns toward Aiya with a very harsh glare.

… It’s Shouta, and he. Is. PISSED.

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