MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Criminal 💛

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HI GUYS, I'M BACK! Now, even though I've only completed five chapters, I have a few more mostly finished drafts cooking. I didn't want to make you guys wait until mid September. Publishing will be in chunks unless it's requested.

I need help, guys. I NEED IDEAS. I WANT REQUESTS. I haven't really picked up MHA again yet (I'm on season 4 episode 4), but I'm reallyyyy into demon slayer. I just finished the "set your heart ablaze" episode and I'm screaming. I already have a Demon Slayer Yandere Oneshots book cooking. It'll be a while before I finish demon slayer, but MHA has gotten boring to me. Ill finish it of course, but it'll be a while. Idk if I can do a AOT book because the plot/background for that was hard to wrap my head around. Plus, my characters of interest are limited.

Ill still post here, but PLEASE! I'm having such a hard time creating concepts that people want. DONT BE SHY 😭

I will make daddy Inosuke a sandwich anytime istg...

Hawks x Reader
(Slightly AU, Hawks isn't a pro hero)
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It was exhilarating when they couldn't catch you. Thousand of yen cut short, and they'd never know where it went. Sometimes, when you were caught, it was fun to run through the streets hearing them curse your name. You were too fast for them, chuckling with glee when your fingers flicked through the dozens of bills.

Heroes, villains, civilians. They were all the same when it came down to the root. The people who called themselves heroes were mostly just looking for fame, and the villains were selfish beings who hid behind the excuse of trauma in order to be villainous. A civilian, like you, just happened to be caught up all in the middle. Days seemed like hours. Any amount of money was able to help you scrape by. But, you messed up. You didn't notice who it was you were pickpocketing.

Medium height, blonde, and fairly built. Lush crimson wings that extended from his back. Flashy quirk, you supposed. A bird. Someone who shouldn't have felt your nimble fingers in his pockets.

Someone who you should've left alone.

It was almost like he was toying with you. You struggled to create a distance, almost losing your footing against the shingled rooftops. Step, step, step. People from inside screamed, leaning outside of their window to curse at you. To be fair, you didn't give a fuck. All you cared about was the bird-man currently chasing-no, flying you down.

"Fuck, why do you care so much about a few bucks?!"

God, it was so hard to breathe. The last time you'd ran like this was gym class, but that was a few years ago. Now, as a young adult, you only had to break out into light jogs or sprints to escape angry mobs. This single man was making you claim the gold Olympic medal for Christ's sake. You breathed shakily as you felt your footing falter upon landing on the ground. Your bag threatened to spill its contents, but honestly, maybe it was worth leaving it behind.

You hastily slid out of the shoulder straps, before flinging the backpack to your chaser. He only chuckled, catching the bag and throwing it behind him. A gasp was stuck in your throat, but now wasn't the time to sit idly.

Again, you broke out into a sprint, ignoring the burning in your chest. It was too bright; there were too many street lamps on. You needed shadows. But, you were in a residential area. There were no alleyways, only houses and such. Fuck, this was going to be difficult. Was he some pro-hero? No, not quite. Why did he care so much about catching you?