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i need Edward Nashton to call me stupid and dumb and make fun of me for not being able to answer his riddles correctly. "Oh you're really not as smart as I thought you were" type beat. I need to tell him that we should just print more money to see his reaction. I think that would fix me.

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Curiosity (Yandere Tsukishima)

This was a Quotev request!

Title: Curiosity

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, suggestive themes, non-consensual touching, seriously creepy vibes from Tsukishima

Summary: Tsukishima seems like a normal guy, except that he’s always writing in that journal of his. When you decide to see what he’s up to, you learn that he’s anything but normal.

curiosity

/noun/

a strong desire to know or learn something:

 DAY 1

It’s the first day of school again. (Y/n) looked beautiful as ever today, I missed seeing her in her school uniform. Of course, I’ve been following her around town over the summer, but I missed seeing her in a skirt. This is the last year I see that until I make a move, as I doubt she’ll wear skirts to university.

I’ll do my best to draw what she looks like, since this is a special occasion, but there’s no way my art can do her justice.

Tsukishima Kei was a quiet guy, which, you supposed, was common for smart kids. You hadn’t known him well throughout high school and you doubted you’d have much time to get to know him, since the end of your third and final year was nearly upon you both.

One interesting thing you always noticed is that he was always writing in a journal of sorts, sometimes sketching away in it instead of writing.

You always wondered what it said.

DAY 17

(Y/n) smiled and waved at me today. She does that to everyone, I know, but I couldn’t breathe when she turned her divine attention on me! I felt like, even for a second, I had her undivided attention! I’d do anything, ANYTHING to get that on me again. I’d fucking kill everyone she knows if that means she’ll look at me and only me.

Tsukishima always gave you the distinct vibe that he wanted a friend, especially after his only friend moved away last year, but that he didn’t know how to approach anyone. You sensed a sort of longing when he looked at you and you wondered if your friendliness appealed to his loneliness. Perhaps he was awkward or shy?

You felt bad that you hadn’t had time to talk to him, but life really was just too busy. You always tried to be friendly when you passed him in the halls or made eye contact. 

It was the least you could do.

DAY 33

I love (Y/n) so much that I was willing to dig around in her trash can to find that lip gloss she’d thrown away. How many guys would do THAT for their girlfriends? She only wore it a few times since she didn’t like it very much, but that just meant I had so much of something her precious lips had touched.

I felt like I was in heaven putting it on- like I was kissing her! I had dreams about doing just that and I woke up feeling happier and more refreshed than I had been all year. I need more.

You’d always felt like someone was following you and like your things were disappearing, but you wrote those feelings off as paranoia. Maybe you should take those things seriously, but who had time for that? You were on the student council, an honor student, and preparing for college.

Why didn’t you see the red flags?

Were you really so colorblind?

DAY 52

I went to her house and climbed in through the window. Thank goodness she’s on the first floor.

I went straight to her bed and just laid on it and inhaled her scent from the pillows and blankets. She’s on vacation and I miss her so much, so I really couldn’t help doing all this. It’s her fault for leaving me.

I wonder if she wants our room to look like this or if she has a better one in mind. I’m not a fan of the color but, if she likes it, who am I to disagree? I just want her to be healthy and happy with me. I’ll make her.

You were a naturally curious person. That’s probably why you did so well in school- you had a thirst for knowing why and how that many people your age didn’t care for. You never just wanted to accept things without an explanation. Better to be informed.

Sometimes you were called nosy or told to mind your own business, but you couldn’t help it. You also had a bad habit of eavesdropping and “investigating” on your own. You’d do great in a Nancy Drew book, but it annoyed real-life people.

It’s really no surprise that, when you went to grab Tsukishima’s left-behind notebook, you couldn’t stop yourself from peeking inside and reading some of the entries and looking at the drawings.

DAY 82

I peeked through her window at just the right time and caught her getting undressed for a shower! I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Words can’t describe the experience, so I’ll draw what she looked like instead:

You felt sick. For once, you wished, desperately, that your curiosity was nonexistent. If you could take back everything you’d seen in the last few minutes, you would.

You’d just go off to university, blissfully unaware, and never see that freak ever again. How could he write and draw such things? How could he violate your privacy like that? How dare he-

“You read it, didn’t you?”

The empty classroom went so silent you could hear a pin drop. Your horror felt like metal weighing down your stomach and throat. You couldn’t swallow, you couldn’t breathe.

Tsukishima was right behind you, inching closer each moment, but you couldn’t hope to turn around or run away. You were petrified, rooted in place like you were a statue. A statue with wide eyes and terror etched into your features.

You wanted to claim you hadn’t but the journal was still open in your hands, opened up to a disgusting drawing of yourself and your eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from it. Even if you wanted to futilely make up an excuse, your mouth wouldn’t form the words. You couldn’t so much as squeak.

As he stands directly behind you, his hands caress your waist, finger pads sinking deep into the flesh through your shirt. You shudder in disgust, but that’s the most movement your body can even make.

Even as his fingers dance at the hem of your shirt, daringly searching upwards against bare skin, you can’t move or make a sound. You wished you were a fight or flee kind of person and not a freeze.

You feel his lips brush against your earlobe and you violently shudder as he speaks into your ear a few chilling words.

“Don’t you know what curiosity did to the cat?”

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[if this request goes against the rules please lmk and just ignore the parts that are againt the rules]

request:

sadistic kenma, who still plays volleyball and is dominate with reader being on the more submissive side and is tall who likes anime and a few games (not many but has a common knowledge on them)

Not against the rules at all, lovely Anon! I love that I’m writing for a tall reader btw, I think it’s my first time!

Title: Façade

Pairings: Kenma x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, sadistic tendencies, slight dacryphilia, bullying, mild description of injuries, tall reader, Kenma’s a bit OOC

Summary: Who would believe you if you were to say that quiet, barely-noticeable Kenma terrified you?

façade

/noun/

an outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality.·    

     

Kenma was barely known throughout the school, even in his own class. Even though he was the setter of a volleyball team that’d made it to nationals multiple times, he was somehow invisible.

To the people who did notice him, he wasn’t anything special. Just a quiet, video game-addicted boy that didn’t bother anyone.

Anyone but you.

You were the only one who had seen a different side of Kenma. You doubted even his best friend, Kuroo, knew what kind of monster reared its ugly head when the two of you were alone.

It started after art class. Or maybe you just hadn’t noticed it until then.

The two of you were tasked to clean the classroom, so everyone left you together in awkward silence. You knew nothing about your classmate, so a part of you had been hoping to talk to him, but you could tell he wasn’t the talkative type.

It was as you were moving some of the sharper scissors that one slipped and sliced your hand open. You hissed and dropped the offending art tool, clutching your bleeding hand while inspecting the damage.

It wasn’t a deep cut, but it hurt and bled like one. You’d be fine, you’d just have to pick up a bandage from the nurse’s office. Everything was fine.

Until you turned around.

Kenma’s eyes were locked on your bleeding hand, a deep insatiable hunger swirling in them. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away, but definitely not out of horror. A chilling grin split his lips and his tongue flicked out to wet them once.

You were frozen in terror, horrified by this awful change in your classmate. Frightened beyond words by the way he seemed to enjoy seeing you injured. You barely remember muttering “nurse’s office…” before hurrying away from him and his sadistically hungry expression.

You couldn’t avoid him in class, but you stayed far away from him every other chance you got. Kenma, however… something must’ve awoken in him because, suddenly, the shy boy was inching closer to you whenever he could. He still gave you the chills.

When he walked into the anime club one Monday evening after school, you thought your heart stopped beating. He claimed volleyball practice was canceled, but that he wanted to stay at school until he normally left anyway. 

You wished he just went home and didn’t invade your club room. You felt dirty all of a sudden, like something you loved had been tainted. You couldn’t enjoy yourself that day, nor could you focus on anime and the anime-style video games that Kenma weaseled into the conversation.

The worst part came when he walked home with you. He apparently walked home with Kuroo usually, but he’d gone home after volleyball practice. Since your house was on the way, why not? Your clubmates encouraged you, probably trying to play cupid between you both.

You could tell your closest friend was shipping you with the boy, finding your height differences cute or something. Or maybe it was because she knew that you shared a love for a few of the games he had mentioned and, apparently, anime in general. Either way…

How could you explain that quiet, shy, harmless Kenma terrified you? 

You trudged alongside him as you went home, thanking everything that you lived close to the school and it would be a short walk.

You were so grateful, you didn’t even notice him sticking out his leg to trip you.

When you stood up, wincing from the pain, you found your knees and right elbow bleeding slightly. You seethed inside, wanting to lash out at him after you were sure he tripped you.

He played the part well, gasping and asking if you were alright. Fussing over you. Acting like he was innocent in all of this. But you knew better. His eyes were glued to your injuries and they gleamed with excitement and something darker.

It was as he dropped you off at your doorstep that you confirmed that you weren’t imagining it all. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re in pain.”

Would anyone believe you if you told them what he said?

No. No, they wouldn’t. You wouldn’t have, had you been an outsider to this situation.

But now you worried about him more than ever. You no longer felt safe in the anime club, worried he’d barge in and infect it with his creepiness whenever his club was cancelled. You were never safe in class, since he had switched seats to be by you each time.

It wasn’t until he started sitting behind you, though, that the trouble really started in class.

Yanking on your hair, kicking your heels, stabbing a pencil into the back of your neck… You had to sit there silently and endure it all, crying to yourself after class and hoping he didn’t see because, whenever he sought you out and found you that way, he looked more excited than ever to see your tears.

He’d even said once, when he’d followed you to your locker to find you crying there, “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

He was sadistic, that much was obvious, but no matter what you tried, he never backed down. You even tried to use your height to be intimidating, but he wasn’t phased. He’d never be phased as long as he had access to you. Or, more specifically, hurting you and making you cry.

You’d tried to hint to your friend that there was more to Kenma than meets the eye, but she was dismissive and playful, more concerned with an upcoming wedding than a funeral.

You tried to get evidence that he was hurting you, but it was difficult. If you had a camera out, Kenma wouldn’t try anything. If you tried to be sneakier and audio record him, he just remained silent. He always seemed to know what you were up to.

Kenma was intelligent and good at predicting others’ movements. You’d seen that in him the last time the school went to a volleyball tournament, but you never expected that to be used on you.

Would there ever be a way to show others that Kenma was nothing but cruel to you?

At this point, you were ready to give up.

The next time he cornered you, ready to hurt you once more, you begged to know why. You begged him to stop and leave you alone until your throat burned and tears pricked your eyes. It wasn’t long until you bowed so low that he became taller and the tears escaped your eyes, dripping to the floor, as you promised that you’d do anything for him if he’d just stop.

But as you raised your teary eyes to see his expression, you realized that it was all in vain. That Kenma would never stop torturing you.

His smile was wider than it had ever been before.

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How about a scenerio where Oikawa has a huge ass crush on his Spanish teacher and purposely disrupts her lessons and acts really disrespectful for her attention and pretends to be failing the class and yn assumes he's misbehaving due to him struggling so offers him extra lessons and then he kidnaps her or something (Kinda stupid Ik lol)

Not stupid at all! But I have a funny story about this request- the notification cut off early and all I saw was “How about a scenerio where Oikawa has a huge ass” and I was like “Excuse me???” But then I clicked on it and read the whole thing and couldn’t stop laughing because it wasn’t a troll request after all!

Title: Lesson

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, teacher-student “relationship” (one-sided)

Summary: Oikawa isn’t your model student, to put it lightly. But extra lessons may prove to be your worst mistake yet.

lesson

/noun/

a period of learning or teaching.

“Seriously, you’ve been teaching our class for half the year, and the only Spanish word I’ve learned so far is ‘bonjour’!”

Familiar raucous laughter broke out among the third years, a couple of boys even giving high fives to their class clown. You had to bite back your frustration and keep your fake smile glued in place because that’s what teachers do.

You didn’t bother correcting him. Even if Oikawa was failing your class, you at least knew that he knew “bonjour” wasn’t Spanish. It was just him acting up again, like always.

Impatiently, you waited for the laughter to die down, before you continued your lesson, acting like he’d never interrupted in the first place. But Oikawa is quick to speak up again, placing verb conjugations on the sidelines once more.

“No one cares that ‘jugar’...” you winced at the hard “j” in his pronunciation, “means juice, Teach’.” It didn’t. You wanted to scream.

That smug smile on his face as a chorus of girls giggled behind him made you lose your cool.

“Just because you’re failing this class, Oikawa, doesn’t mean you can take everyone else down with you.”

Whoops. That slipped out. You probably shouldn’t be so harsh to a student, but the chorus of “oooh”s made you bite back a grin. 

Oikawa’s smug smile had vanished and been replaced with something akin to a pout, “Maybe you should do your job and help me not fail your class. A student failing looks much worse on the teacher, doesn’t it?”

You wanted to explain that everyone else was passing so, no, it’d look worse on him as a student. You wanted to explain that you were doing your job and he was the one making it hard for you to do so.

But he had a good point. You hadn’t thought of tutoring him before.

Maybe… maybe all this acting out was because he was insecure about his troubles learning Spanish. Maybe if he was doing better in the class, he’d shut that obnoxious mouth of his.

You’d talked to the other teachers about him and they all said the same. “He’s a good kid. Quiet, respectful, and a quick learner.”

Perhaps he was frustrated because this was the one class he couldn’t catch on to. Maybe, if he had a nudge in the right direction, he’d be that quiet, respectful student every other teacher saw in him.

“We’ll talk about it after class.” You said simply, before continuing on.

It concerned you a little that his smile was so victorious.

Oikawa was finally quieter for the rest of class, though there wasn’t much left of it. Afterwards, he came up to your desk almost shyly to discuss tutoring. You couldn’t use the classroom, since it turned into a club room after classes, nor could you use the library, since it was for students only and you had to be silent there.

“I have volleyball practice and, after that, my parents expect me to be at home, so I can’t go over to your house.” Oikawa played the part of looking sad and innocent, hoping you’d come to the right conclusion on your own.

“Would your parents mind if I came over to your house?”

There’s the money.

“I’ll ask them, but I’m sure that’s fine,” Oikawa gushed, “Thank you, Teach’, I really mean it.”

Play the part. Draw her in.

You smiled, genuinely. Not like those fake smiles you plaster on your face all the time, “I hope this will help, Oikawa.”

He flashes his teeth at her, hopefully dazzling her with his smile, “I think it will.”

After school, you headed to the address Oikawa had given you. The house was nice, but smaller than you had expected for a family to live in. You had taught his sister a few years earlier, but perhaps she had moved out by now.

You knocked on the door, and it opened on its own. Immediately, you got horror movie vibes and almost took a step back. 

“It’s open!” You could hear Oikawa’s voice echo through the empty house. You stepped inside, noting that it was very dimly lit. 

It was only after you’d thought “I wonder why there weren’t any cars in the driveway? Are his parents even home or did he lie to me?” that the door slammed shut behind you, electronically locking with a thunderous clicking sound.

Instinctually, you threw yourself at the door, desperately trying to open it to no avail. The footsteps that sounded behind you only renewed your panicked efforts.

Finally, when the footsteps were too close for comfort, you spun around, ready to fight. Oikawa stood a little ways in front of you, smirking as he twirled a remote in his hand.

“Welcome home, Teach’.”

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i dont want a man who plays hard to get i want a man who crawls on his hands and knees begging for my attention. i want a man who cries and grabs my ankles. i walk and he just hangs on and gets dragged along wherever i go like a decorative train on a dress 

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Men with rideable faces.

Men who are so unbelievably pretty that you want to make a mess of them, until their hair is tussled, their lips are swollen, their cheeks are flushed with warmth and their gaze is hazy and unfocused.

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IVE FIGURED IT OUT. my all time favorite character archetype is: guy who goes 'i am the smartest boy. in the whole entire world' and then immediately eats shit and dies

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if i were bruce, i’d visit arkham in full batman gear, ask to speak to the riddler alone, take off my mask and say “no one will ever believe you,” and then put the mask back on and leave

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i can't help but think about the scenario where ed says the reader and him are dating and they just roll with it bc they had a little crush on him or something. just accepting their fate

A darling who just goes along with it has the highest chance of being safe, as well as keeping others safe if they're lucky. Edward is extremely delusional, and if anything happens to shatter the delusions he holds then nothing good will come.

You'll be especially safe if you actually DID love him beforehand, even if it's just in the form of a small crush. That's always something! He can build on that. You'll love him just as much as he loves you.

He'd tear that entire room of workers apart if it meant you'd do something as simple as hold his hand. But to feel you snuggle up against his touch and confirm to your coworkers that you're dating in such a casual tone? Oh, if only he could have gotten a photo of their shocked faces. They never would have expected you to date him, but what do they matter? Nothing! That's right. They don't mean anything, especially not compared to your love

When he hears the words that so beautifully confirm his delusions escape your lips, he's estatic. He can barely contain his laughs and his trembles, but it's not like it came as a surprise.

Though, he must admit, hearing it come from you is an experience not even a God could replicate.

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I’m writing some smut posts featuring Eddie and would just like to say

Thank you for coming to my TED talk 💚

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another favorite thing about the batman (2022) dir. matt reeves is that when you first hear bruce’s batman voice it’s ridiculous because it sounds so normal and like he’s not even trying to hide his identity but then you hear bruce talk to people as himself and he sounds like this and realize his batman voice does work actually

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Short Drabble so I don't leave my followers completely starving lol, full fics coming soon I promise!

Imagine Edward tired of keeping the only pure love in Gotham a secret. He wants the world, Batman as well, to see the life he has built for you and him. So, he schedules a special "partner reveal!💚" stream just to show you off to the world. He'll gush about you and how he came to meet you. He'll speak of you as if you were the perfect couple, and tell his viewers about dates that to you exist as memories where you didn't even realize he was there with you.

He'll do this all whole recording you, camera close to your face as you whimper against the duck tape and wriggle against the ropes. Ignoring the tears streaming down your face, everyone will act like you're the most perfect couple in the whole world. Even though you wince at every stroke of your head Edward tortures you with, your soul is shattered at the constant realization that nobody viewing this terror go down live is sane enough to help you.

Delusionally enough, they think you love him too.

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Imagine Yandere!Dano!Riddler, forcefully breaking into your home with a deganged love confession breaking past his lips in the form of sobs and screams. For minutes, you were forced to listen to the ramblings of a deranged man, your legs wobbling as they threaten to give out. Fearful, of course, you're frantically looking for places to leave. Edward noticed this and looked down at you, asking you if you love him back with a tilted head. Frantically, and mustering up the best show of acting you could manage, you tell him exactly what you think he wants to hear. You love him, you adore him, and you open your arms to invite him to hug you. Still, you couldn't hold back the physical expressions of fear you were showing.

Still, in a moment he was practically crying into your chest in apparent happiness, expressing how happy he was to hear those three pretty words come from your mouth. But, sniffling against your neck, he told you he just needed to ask you one more thing. Stepping back a bit, a disturbing contrast from the joy he was just expressing meets you. His eyes were blank, dark even. Smile wiped clean off his face, he stared you down intently. Finally speaking, your stomach dropped at the question.

"Why are you lying to me?"

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the joker really waited until the riddler was wailing n sobbing and went "baby gurl don't be sad u did so good <3" and thru in a few riddles for funsies. edward ' I just had my heart broken from an unrequited love ' not nygma never stood a chance

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battinson go outside challenge

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Screenshots of Edward Nashton in Arkham. Feel free to use them however you may want to! They are unedited. <3

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yeah