#not really any yan but it is supposed to be for yan stuff

[gotham-daydreams]

Not Tonight

[Platonic! Yandere! Neglectful Batfam × Gender Neutral! Sibling Reader]

[Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Reader generally not having a good time.]

(Not proofread. Not too much Yandere shown. Mostly angst with Reader. Set up(?))

2nd part here.

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How many times have you heard them say that? How many times have you tried to do something with them, to share your passion — or even just have some coffee with them, only to hear them say that phrase time and time again.

"Not tonight."

Well, what if you didn't ask them during the night? What if you asked them in the afternoon, or just when they were already up and about?

"Sorry! I can't right now, patrol reeeally kicked my ass last night. Besides, I have some other things that I have to get done, but maybe next time! For sure!"

Okay, right. That makes sense. Sometimes their line of work can be tough and draining, especially when someone is trying to run Gotham to the ground that night. So what if you just try to ask them when they aren't so busy? It may really limit the times you can ask... but you'd still try. Maybe it could also help if you asked for smaller things, like if they'd just like to spend a little time with you before going out again, or if you could just hang around them for a while? Nothing big, and anything was fine. Even if it was just sitting next to them, and having some small talk. Or maybe just the sitting part if talking was too much.

You'd take anything at all.

"I'm actually heading out right now, so I can't stick around. Go ask someone else."

"Can't you see that I already have enough compang with Titus here? Go bother Drake or something, I don't care."

All you could hear was snores past the door when you went to ask. So you moved onto someone else, hoping for a yes as your heart began to squeeze.

Someone had to agree eventually, right?

You begged the Gods as you traveled down the long halls. The chills of reality creeping up on you.

"Sorry, I'm going out to hang with some friends, but maybe next time!"

"..." She just looked at you before shaking her head, and taking her leave.

"I've got something to do at the moment, sorry, but hey, maybe you could ask your old man? Oh! Or maybe Alfred. That's a good idea."

Dick was out in Bludhaven, and you didn't want to bother Barbara considering how bisy she must've been the other night. So, you had no other choice. You asked, heart bleeding from how hard it squeezed.

"Not now."

Simple, to the point, and sharp.

Bruce's words were as cold as ever, and yet the echo in the cave only seemed to make the gap between you and him feel so much bigger. Even as you just nodded, eyes pointed to the floor. Taking your leave with a soft sigh that barely escaped you.

The elevator ride was longer than you remembered. The cold chill in the air grew freezing even as you stepped out, and now stood in one of the many halls in the Wayne Manor. Portraits and pictures decorated the walls, their painted and photographed eyes staring at you. Their gaze far from soft, but at least it was present. At least they, in that way, felt present.

You swore the only times they ever smiled at you that wasn't faked, or just for the sake of appearances was in those paintings and photos. Honestly, it was also probably the most times they've even looked at you too, and as sad as it is — you did say you'd take anything, right?

A 'no' or 'maybe' was part of that anything, technically. It's just not what you were hoping for.

Sighing again, you stared up at one of the portraits, eyes shinging under the lights as everything you refused to say made itself so clear for a moment. You didn't want much, and never asked for more than what you were given. You didn't think so anyway.

You always followed the rules, you did more than just excel in all your classes no matter how hard it was for you to understand certain things, and you even tried to get into things your family seemed to enjoy without pushing too hard.

You studied up on all the pets Damian had so that you could not only care for them properly, but maybe even take care of them with him some day. You played games and read reviews on games you saw Tim play just for a chance that maybe you'd get the opportunity to play with him. You picked up boxing and have even been practicing your aim with an airsoft gun, and have also been going to certain place when you could to practice using real guns and learn about them just so you'd maybe be able to have a conversation with Jason, and even connect with him in some way. You even read nearly all the books in the library just to have a sliver of hope for something, anything.

You learned sign language in three different languages and tried to find out what Cassandra was interested in, just to have some kind of interaction with her. Even writing on small note cards in serval other languages in hopes she'd give some kind of response, even if you forgot to put your initials and such more than several times. You participated in gymnastics in hopes of getting closer to Dick. You tried to find out what Barbra was into so you could also hold up a conversation with her if given the chance. You've tried to match Stephen's energy and do things she likes and have even taken up material arts as a means to maybe be a little closer with everyone!

Yet it never seems like enough.

Your schedule was so packed and filled with activities and extra lessons of all kinds, just so that you could feel like you had something in common with someone in this family. So that, when given the chance, you'd be able to form a connection with one of them and your efforts and sacrifices wouldn't be in vain. Though that still had yet to happen.

You weren't even a vigilante as you tried to persue your own passion and dreams, and yet that one single thing seemed to be keeping you away from everyone else. The one thing you were unwilling to do for them just seemed to make the gap between you and the rest of the family grow bigger. They're constant and continuous dismissals only seemed to further that point.

Just... what were you doing wrong? Was you not being a vigilante and constantly putting yourself at risk every night really putting that much of a dent in your relationships? Did your dreams really get in the way of that? Just because you didn't want to put yourself in danger? Just because you wanted to pursue music instead?

You took up art despite not being super interested in it before. You've been reading all of your life. Your stretched, ran, exercised, cooked, cleaned, organized, sang, wrote, danced, and even sculpted. You picked up almost any hobby someone could have under the sun, even if it began to feel like a chore and a job to you, just so that you could have something, anything in common with this family.

Though now you've gone through countless 'hobbies', and dropped many more since nothing seemed to be working, it... it still didn't feel like enough. Like you had to be doing something more despite having lost countless hours of sleep, just to go through the list of hobbies you had written down that you had left to try. You even took up some sports you were somewhat interested in, and yet nothing clicked.

Though is that really surprising when no one noticed how many times you snuck out for lessons and practice, or how long you were out? When you'd even forget to return to the Manor sometimes, and anyone still had yet to notice you were even gone in the first place?

... You couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped you. It was broken in every way, and yet empty all the same. Maybe you were finally taking after Bruce, but you wouldn't get your hopes up.

You looked up at the painting as if it'd give you all the answers, and yet dismiss you at the same time. The disappointment you felt was normal to you at this point, but the aching pain that came after was always the hardest part. Yet you still stared at the painted faces as if they were your real family, and the people close to them. Looked at the calculated and skilled brush strokes as if they'd give you what your family couldn't. What they refused to give you at every twist and turn, no matter how much you tried to accommodate to them. To do things for them. To just feel worthy enough to stand by their side. To be closer to them.

Though in the end, it is only that. A painting. A well crafted piece that, no matter how skilled the artist, could never truly capture how distant and vague they felt when you were the one standing to the side. No matter how much experience the painter had, they'd never be able to express and show how this poor excuse of a family felt to you, because they were only like that around you.

Maybe you'd feel special if it didn't make you feel like you were wasting your life living like this...

Eventually, you were able to tear you eyes away from the painting. The moon beginning to rise as you were sure the Manor was becoming more empty than it usually was, as more of its visitors and residents left.

The painting itself was nice even if it was one of many that didn't include you, with the number of photographs without you in them being much higher. Honestly, it used to be one of your favorites despite how bittersweet you feel about it now.

You still remember that day, but that would be implying that you forgot the others.

Regardless, you managed to pull yourself away from the spot you had been stuck in for the few moments you were trapped inside your own head. You tried to make yourself feel a little better, and give yourself some reassurance that maybe tomorrow would be different some how, and if not? Perhaps the day after, and the day after that.

Yet it all failed as you passed by more and more memories. Some were events you had participated in, sure, but the pictures made it look like you were never there in the first place. Heartwarming moments littered the halls, but you only recall seeing them from a distance — or being aware that the moment had even happened only when you saw the picture be put up.

It was like the very universe was trying to send you a sign with your constant failures and your family's persistence, intentional or not, to keep you at a distance. You didn't even know if it was appropriate to refer to them as your 'family', and maybe it wasn't considering things, but you still weren't sure.

You had been fighting for a chance to talk with any of them about anything at all for the longest time, because you wanted to be a part of this family. You wanted to spend time with them and really give this 'new life' of yours a chance, but now that 'new' part of this life had worn off. It was hard and honestly more draining than it was rewarding at this point, but you still wanted to give it a try.

Sure, it had been years at this point and now you were just about to go into college, and when you had first arrived here you weren't even middle school, yet little to no progress had been made — you never gave up. You haven't given up. So maybe you could try for a little longer? Just... a little bit, not too much this time, and figure something out?

You almost felt a little sense of hope return to you, no matter how redundant and helpless this situation felt and seemed. Yet it all came crumbling down again when you passed by one of the rooms, and saw something taped to the door.

It was a flier for your performance. One that would be happening soon.

Since your siblings began to pay less and less attention to you as time went on, with your conversations with them growing even shorter, you opted to just tape fliers of your upcoming performances on their doors. Though only the performances you'd thought they'd enjoy, and just hoped that they would show up, if they wanted to, when you stepped onto that stage and approached the instrument you'd be playing for the evening.

You tried texting and other forms of communication at first, but those quickly stopped working and so you just opted for this, and of course it was just as effective as the others.

Alfred was really the only one who listened to your music when you performed, and you only knew that because you caught him playing one of the live performances you had done on the television one day. He not only going out of his way to record the performance, but also trying to find the channel it was broadcasted on.

Ever since you've tried to give him the correct channel number when you do live performances, but that still didn't feel like enough. You loved and appreciated Alfred from the depths of your heart and soul, but what would it take for one of your siblings or close family friends to notice you like that? What would it take for your supposed father to even care to listen to your music? To watch a performance? To not turn you away?

It was only in that moment did a new emotion fuel you. Crawling it's way up your spine as you carefully took the flier in your hands, looking it over before ripping it off the door.

This. This one small thing was all you wanted from them. Over everything else, you just wanted to see one of their faces, one time when you looked out to the crowd when you performed — but every single time, all you saw were strangers.

Every charity event, every gala, every party- that's all you were surrounded by, strangers. Even when you caught small glimpses of them, they were always doing something else, and completely off in a totally different world than your own. That distance along creating a large void-like gap between you and them, and yet it only ever continued to grow. Even when they stood next to you, it was like you couldn't be further apart.

The reality of everything was crushing. Near deadly as you could feel your chest and lungs tighten, with your fingers digging into the paper enough to tear it apart, and reaching your palms as they formed crescent moons, soon drawing blood. Yet nothing could compare to the weight of your heart, and how heavy it felt to carry in your chest.

As you finally moved on from the door, your mind raced. Memories and flashbacks filling your head as every word and notion flashed before your eyes. Barely even paying attention to where you were going, but not caring enough to pay attention.

Every dismissal and excuse thrown your way. Every head shake and blank look. Every confused look, and realization that you were standing there the entire time. Every birthday that passed with the same wish never being granted. Every celebration spent on your own. Every message left on read. Every note ignored. Every time you were forgotten. Every time you were left behind. Every time you brought yourself home, and every time they never noticed. Every night wasted, trying to come up with different things to do only for all of them to turn out fruitless. Everyday that 'maybe' never cones true. Every time you looked out to that sea of strangers, hoping to see someone you recognized, only to find none. Every hour you wasted trying to do something for them while they never once thought of you.

Maybe you'd cry if you could. Then again, maybe not.

You already had spent too many tears over failures you recovered and grew from, and hardships you faced and fought. You've already cried just a little too much during those night you just couldn't handle being so alone, in such a big place anymore. Besides, you've cried enough over people who've never once thought of you. Who never once tried to make time to even see one of your performances, or even allow you to spend a few minutes in their space.

You've given them enough, you think. Especially since after you spent years trying to just make it two thirds of the way — they couldn't even reach that one third of the gap you couldn't. They didn't even try, at least not anymore, and after you had tried to make it easy. Yet, you only hurt yourself in the end.

They never cared about you, and maybe they did once upon a time, but good does that do now when you're trying to go out of your way to make things convenient and easier for them, only for them to skip out on you anyway. No text, no call, no message, no indication, nothing. Just pure silence.

Maybe you were asking for too much, but was it really so bad to want to be loved? And by the people who are supposed to be your family no less?

Hah, who are you kidding at this point. You've just been living in a house full of strangers, and you're the only one who hasn't seen it yet. They've already long since cast you out, and it's only now have you come to truly realize it.

Especially now, as you stand in front of the foot of the door to the music room. Staring at the knob as if it'll turn itself.

You weren't surprised, honestly. Playing music had quickly become an amazing outlet for you, and you had always come here to seek out what little your family couldn't give you; comfort. So it was no wonder that as you collapsed mentally, you had subconsciously brought yourself here.

And yet, only one thought entered your head in that moment.

'They don't deserve to hear my music.'

Perhaps it was now that you decided they had lost the privilege to do so. After all, ever since you had started having performances, even ones in front of wealthy crowds, your 'family' had seemingly been avoiding them like the plague. Never daring to even attend one, for whatever reason, and sure you could understand why they didn't attend the ones you performed at night — but they couldn't use that excuse anymore. You have strictly been playing during the after noon, and at sunset at a push, for over three years now. You've been playing in front of crowds and releasing music for four.

So, you turned away, walking off to your room as your thoughts still stormed. Anger fueling you as you barely remembered storming into your room, collecting any valuables and belongings you had and stuffing them into a bag or two. Not caring about clothes, and only what you deemed important and meaningful to yourself as you just grabbed and shoved everything into a bag if you could.

You could clearly tell now that you obviously weren't wanted, and that no one here even wanted to do the smallest things with you. That even asking to just spend a few minutes with them was too much. So you were doing the only sensible thing, and getting the hell out of here. Moving so quickly that your breathing became uneven, but you didn't stop until you had packed everything you needed, or was important to you in some way.

You only really had a second thought about all this when you were at your window, just about ready to jump out until you paused for a second.

Looking back at the door to your room, you couldn't help but hesitate. There was only ever one person in this entire Manor who treated you like family, and actually put in effort to not only be with you, but to indulge themself in your passion. That met you at the half way mark, and even went a little over sometimes. Since even if everyone else had ignored you — Alfed was there, even if despite all of his efforts you still couldn’t handle this, and maybe that was also your own fault in some way.

You still didn't want to stay, you couldn't anymore, but shouldn't you at least say goodbye? Maybe? After everything... at least he tried.

...

You settled for second best.

Quickly, you grabbed a flashcard and wrote down something before pocketing it and moving back to the window. You may not have any equipment for this kind of thing, but you still managed to scale and work your way around the wall, and managed to reach the window to Alfred's room.

You took a little peak inside, and when you saw that he wasn't there, you opened up the window just a bit, place the small note on the windowsill, and closed it. Then, you skillfully and carefully made your way down, and snuck off to Gotham City. Making your way to a friend's place as you crashed there for the night.

Never once did you look back.

Nor did you ever feel inclined to.

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Later that night, when Alfred read the note, all it said was:

I'm sorry, Alfed. - Y/n

Just with that alone, it was like he understood everything despite the little that was said. All he could wish you was luck, and that you'd be safe wherever you went.

Suddenly, just like that. The nights where melodies would lull the residence of the Manor to sleep, and bring a temporary, mellow peace to all who heard such a tune, were long gone...

Guess they'll just have to find it, and bring it back.

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Kind of rushed at the end there, hope it isn't too bad for a first post. There's probably a lot of mistakes, so apologies for that.

[josnhoes]

Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader. Part 4

[Part 3]

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older, reader is questioned by police, reader witnessed a crime, reader tried to be a hero, violence, blood, mentions of death, dissociation, abduction

Focus Dick (Nightwing)

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Life moved on after the incident with Redhood. He'd left early that morning leaving a note saying, 'See you soon Sparky -RH'. You didn't care to think of what the note could mean. So you burried the strange sense of foreboding that clawed in your mind at the note. Maybe the Gotham paranoia had gotten to you?

Either way, things in the next few days were normal...as normal as Gotham could be. The bat clan had put most of the heavy rollers back in Arkham at a record speed. No one knew if it was just the rogues being sloppy, or the bats were feeling a tad extra feral. You remembered when you first learned about Batman and his underlings; the idea of the police having feral furry themed vigilantes was funny. You'd thought your new neighbor was joking. But no, it was true, and after your personal run-ins with Robin and Redhood, you could confidently claim the group was feral and would punch God..any God really... given the chance. Which was what Gotham needed to be blunt.

It was nice though that you got out of the heart of Gotham sometimes. So you'd taken a day off to go to Bludhaven. It wasn't better than Gotham, but it was a change of place. The fact that a comic store was having a closing door sale was totally *not* the reason. It was.. but you were hoping to get something cool for cheap! Nerd stuff was expensive, and as a nerd, you knew that well.

The quest for a trinket wasn't supposed to end with you being brought into the local police station for questioning. You weren't part of a crime no, but you were a witness, *the* witness. A mugging gone wrong. Honestly the details were fuzzy, yet at the same time, key parts you couldn't forget. The feeling of the woman's heart fading as you held pressure on the stab wound. The wheeze in her voice as she struggled to breathe and tell you her final words. The way your body trembled as the paramedics arrived and carted her away to a hospital. The sensation of blood on your hands and skin, and the smell...

"You okay?" The police officer's voice pulled you from the spiral of your thoughts.

"I'm sorry what?" You were in a haze, shock most likely.

"I asked if you would be okay answering a few more questions. Detective Grayson just got here and wants to ask a few."

"Oh sure yeah..." the voice, no your voice spoke, but it didn't feel like you.

Dick Grayson walked into the room the officers had put you in. You weren't in trouble. A nearby camera had seen it all go down, but you were a vital witness, one who was clearly not well after what you saw. Dick didn't blame you for your state either. He...he should have been there. When Bruce had called telling him you were in Bludhaven, he was ecstatic to think he could meet you. He'd been planning a nice little meet cute styled thing to bridge a gap from a stranger to you to being besties. He was your eldest brother, the one you'd be able to rely on most. You'd love everyone in the family but you'd come to him first for everything. He could so easily picture it. The two of you staying up late, watching films and you opening up to him and feeling safe in his company. The inside jokes you'd have together, you'd both be thicker than thieves.

So seeing you as you were now was a reminder of just how fragile you were. You were in shock a really bad case of it too. Your eyes were distant as you struggled to answer the basic questions. You were shaking. You still had the victim's blood on your shirt too. He should have been there. Any of them should have, but you were in *his* turf so it should have been him. He should have gotten there before you had to see it. You shouldn't have had to apply pressure to a wound like that.

Your voice was hollow, he'd seen videos of you. Hollow is never something he could have pictured you as. You had so much life to you. Yet here you were in this state because of *his* failures; as Nightwing, a detective, and a big brother. What if it had been you? You would have died on his watch in his turf. He couldn't handle that right now.

He got the answers he could from you, then easily guided you out. He told his fellow workers he was taking you home. No one questioned it, Dick was a good guy and not the type to let a traumatized witness go home alone.

You didn't question him as he ushered you to his car, or where he was taking you when you hadn't told him where you lived. He wasn't sure you could do that right now. He wasn't lying saying he was taking you home... it just wasn't the home you'd have expected if you were more here. The room in the manor wasn't perfect, but you'd be safe there.

He brought you inside, and the family members at home seethed at him. He couldn't blame them, this was his fault. Cass took you with help from Alfred to get you cleaned up and put you to bed. His heart broke seeing how you just went with everything. Like you were aware enough to function on a base level and orders, but mentally? You were gone. Pulled into yourself, protecting yourself from the trauma that he'd caused. He should have been there.

[privitivium]

quoting your fic 🥰

okay so I was reading your fic and idea popped into my head after reading "while staring into your eyes without moving any of his facial muscles. his creepiness makes you cum rather easily. ahemhrm."

I'm just imagining fucking smth in the house up like using the dishwasher and it overflows so water and soap coats the kitchen floor and the reader is just hiding in the back of the closet, listening for any movements. I'm just imagining him using the reader as a cocksleeve to make up for it after tracking them down 🫡

this has been haunting me in such a good way and i finally got the nerve to actually get my ideas down yayy!! quoting my fic makes me so shy,, got me like teehee ....*kicks feet* sorry for any mistakes :3

domtop motherly yan bf w subbot amab reader

cw, slight panic attack ?! , rough - mean mother., dubcon ish, he's just rough with you by pulling ur arm and stuff,,, overstim

mother had tasked you to the dishwasher.

you knew how to start a dishwasher. you weren't stupid! all you had to do was load the damn thing and put in one of those little fucking soap thingies and close it and press the buttons a few times for the proper cycle when it starts trembling and foaming. w-what the fuck were you supposed to do now?!? you cant open it, trying as you might - but you can .. clean up, yeah?? yeah... yeah you can-! using the plethora of hand towels and occasionally a napkin before hearing the moderately mute steps down the end of rhe hall - h-holy fuck. you werent scared. no, why would you be? this is all a big misunderstanding... so why the fuck are you running away? almost slipping on your ass trying to skirt down the opposite hallway, trying so hard to keep your footfalls silent yet methodical ... hiding yourself in one of the guest rooms closet and having a slight panic attack - hands at your head and curling in on yourself on the spacious constricted roomㅡwhy were you so scared? mother was kind, sweet and loving. there was no reason to be so scared.

trying.. trying so hard to calm yourself down, knowing that mother probably already saw the mess of soapy water and is looking for you... or this.. could be paranoia talking, haha... he's probably cleaning it up, theres no reason to hide - you should go out there and help him, right? haha.. yeah... losing track of time, it must've been fifteen minutes or so of just rocking back and forth while chewing on your bottom lip and occasionally mutliating your fingers... urk-! feeling the vibrations of rather heavy steps down the hallwayㅡgod, they sound so angry. Even if they were just footsteps... whimpering to yourself in your little safe space as your tummy coils uncomfortably with guilt and nauseaㅡhearing doors open down the hallway. shrinking further, as it edges closer - and mother finally opens the door to the guest room you were hiding in... the footfalls near and you see the shadow underneath the doors... and to your surprise they slowly make their way from whence they came. huh. well... how soothing.

it would have been, if not for the fact mother simply tricked you. How smart... how intellectual. How... overused. yanking the doors open and you, following in suit. mothers grip on your bicep making you whimper as he pulls you wordlessly from your little hiding spotㅡnearly pissing your pants if not for the swell of irritating arousal blooming underneath your navelㅡ"augh-! holy shit m-mom, i can explain!" you squirm, grunting in displeasure as he tugs you harshly - silent throughout the ordeal, throwing you on the well-made bed that was never used for guests - before you were pulled back, sheets thrown to the sideㅡ

“a-augh.. mommy.. m-mommy, please..” your voice broken with tears and fright as you writhe on the messy bed; sheets thrown askew by mother's doing… “i'm sorry..!! i'm really, really sorry..!.!!” you squirm underneath his hulking body, he ignores your pleas without care as he was already in the process of yanking your pants down to your knees and hiking your hips up ;; face pressed into the bed, ass up; feeling a bit too nervous but ultimately could not deny your cock of such emotions..., dribbling, weeping in between your legs, unable to move in fear of pissing him off even moreㅡ

"you can't even load the dishwasher right.." he tsks, voice tense as he pulls you back into his thick arms - seated on the bed with you in between his muscular thighs; no warning as he starts unevenly stroking along your messy half-hard cock - jerking in surprise and writhing against him, "leaving me to clean up your mess... not that i have a problem with it, mmh..." talking so carelessly, so stoically while jerking you off at a fast pace so nonchalantly - hand lubed up in your drool, tears, and pre. his free arm slung across your shoulders and legs partially wrapping around you to keep you from squirming as muchㅡemptying load after load onto his hand and yourself until you were dry cumming, jerking your hips and sobbing into him,,, muttering soft pleas of "pl-ease, mo-ommy.. pleaseㅡplease i'll be good, i'm sorry i fucked up."

he was originally going to leave you to stew on the bed in your mess of cum and tears as further punishment.. but he can't help but coo at the way you pathetically call out for him - him, your mother... admiring your soft cock in his huge palm, shrunken after drawing out orgasm after orgasm... ah, he'd have to do laundry too, scolding you for making such a disgusting mess on the bed. he'd make it up to you, however. dipping in-between your legs and kissingㅡtonguing the head of your overtly sensitive cock, just to be mean... before making it up to you for real this time, even if you do quite deserve to be punished harshly..

[yourheart-inmyhands]

hii silly ask anon back with another silly ask😓 (before i continue tysm for answering the last one i enjoyed it sm!!🫶🏻) how would yan!zhongli, pantalone (help me i love them) and childe react to darling going absolutely feral with rage anytime they are near😭?

like they’ll get home and be like “i’m home pookie💗” and reader will scream their head off crying and throwing stuff at them

this is so long sorry but could i be 🐚 anon?

ofc you can! the more anons the merrier :D also this is such an interesting thought because there are so many different ways for the yandere to reaction in a situation like this and it's certainly not talked about enough with the diverse types so i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, implied being held against will, force-feeding, mentions of being drugged, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Zhongli would be well prepared, readying his shield before getting within arms reach of you. It really does come in handy for your more unruly days and he appreciates its usefulness. While he doesn’t want to see you enter the mindbroken or emotionally numb state, he’s worried that he might not have any other choice but to push you to that, lest you calm down otherwise.

“Fret not dear, it’s merely food. If you flip it over again I’m afraid I’ll have to go back to spoon feeding you.” Zhongli enters the room with a plated meal for you, setting it down at your feet. His shield was already activated, the faint glow from Geo illuminating the room as you glowered up at him. Your spot on the floor, chained down for your safety and his, was not ideal but for now it was practical. Mixed with the low lighting of the room and its generally chilly temperature, Zhongli hoped to create a strong feeling of isolation, one that would slowly drive you insane. If need be though, he had other options for breaking you, he just preferred this one. It was the most humane after all.

Yandere!Pantalone would only tolerate it for so long. He can replace all the furniture and decorations in his home with less easily broken replicas until you calm down. He can sleep in bed at night while you slept in a cage built into the walls of the closet. He could eat his meals alone while you starved in another room, too busy fretting about it being poisoned, that all he could tolerate. But the screaming was something else.

No one in Zapolyarny Palace heard your screams and wails, and those who did were ordered not to pay mind to it. It was a wasted effort that had Pantalone often sitting with his head in his hands, trying to find some sort of solution. He had run across a few temporary ones, a sleeping agent from Dottore for night time, sound proof walls in his office for business hours. But nothing could help him outside though hours, like at dinner time. You were kept in a separate room strictly for feeding due to the mess you often made, while Pantalone sat alone at the empty kitchen table. The home in general looked devoid of life outside the small inhabitant of Pantalone. This was because it was supposed to be your home, but you were often too busy throwing a hissy-fit to enjoy it and Pantalone was getting really sick of your behavior.

Yandere!Childe would take it as a challenge, playfully wrestling you to pin you down so he could feed you during the day. You could kick and scream and punch all you want, he’s taken worse and won’t stop until he’s physically unable to move. The screaming doesn’t bother him either, he just thinks you need more time to adjust is all.

Another day, another miserable feeding session. You were currently pinned underneath Childe, the ginger having pinned you to the floor with your hands held tightly to your chest as he slowly fed you bites of a sandwich. Any attempts to spit them out would be met with a pout, he had worked hard to make it for you ya know, and any attempts to not eat would be met with a quick pinch of your nose to force you to open your mouth. The worst part was possibly how normal Childe acted about the whole thing, chatting amicably to you about his day as he shoved bits of food down your throat. One time you had kept spitting food at him and in response he covered your mouth with his hand to prevent you from continuing the childish act. You had bit down as hard as you physically could on the male's palm just for him to not flinch and continue his silly little stories like nothing had happened. Being stuck with this guy was hopeless for you.

[heartfullofleeches]

Graduation Teaser

A teaser for my yan final girl and slasher/loser reader fic. Shooting to be done by tomorrow, but no promises. Reader's gender is never stated, but in the full fic they have a penis as there will be smut. Warnings for bullying/Reader having trauma from said bullying

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"Class of 20XX, bitches!"

They say its supposed to be the highlight of any young adult's life.

The crossroads between the freedom of youth and the cruel reality those just stepping out into the world have to face.

You wish...

You've known that reality for a long time now. Whenever your alarm rang for school. Everytime you hid in crowds and bathrooms praying for just one normal day. When you had to learn how to treat cuts and cover bruises- That bitter, spiteful reality has beaten you, broken you, and spat you back years before your life truly began...

And now the culprits would meet their happy end.

You could see them on the stage now- Smiling and waving to family. Hugging each other and shedding a fraction of the tears you've spilled over the years with more happiness than your anguish filled heart had known since it all began. You nearly lost what little food you've been able to keep down when the girl that said your value as a person was the equivalent of that of roadkill cried over the microphone about starting school to become a nurse. It's not a big surprise to you, really, but the thought of what her future patients will have to endure or being one of those patients made you sick to your stomach. Why did they make this ceremony mandatory-

You can't do it- You can't be here anymore. Why do you have to sit through everyone who's either made your life hell or turned a blind eye to your suffering have the time of theirs? It's not fair, just looking at their happy faces makes you short of breath. As you catch it, pulling on the tight collar of your robes - you overhear whispers in the surrounding crowd. Your name slips through a few pairs of lips here and there, and it's like you've been dragged kicking and screaming back to the not-so long passed yesteryears of the past. A body moves in the endless, suffocating sea. They push through and politely decline the advances of friends and acquaintances, clearing their way towards your general direction. A smile perfected by braces they cried about and still had to wear proceeding into college singles you out and fills your chest with dread.

Oh God... Not her.

You cross your middle finger with your index. Please be looking for someone else....

"H-hey! Glad I was able to catch you before you left."

Please, please, please- You whip your head around violently as if searching for some fictitious third party. Huffing, the girl snaps the manicured talons she called nails in your face. Your entire body locks up as her nails graze your cheek. You attempt to relax your shoulders with little gained in your favor, hoping the only slight tension in your muscles would be enough for her not to notice-

But as always, luck laughs at your pitiful prayers.

She places a hand over her mouth. "Oh, gosh- Did I scare you? I just thought you didn't hear me."

It's a struggle to force yourself to look at her. You stare anywhere close enough to her eyes to hopefully give off the impression of making eye contact. The freckles kissing the bridge of her nose. Curly strands of chestnut hair dangling from the wild mane she styled herself for the occasion and refused to stuff beneath a cap. Anything to keep you from looking into those eyes. Anything to prevent believing a word she says. She seemed happy enough just having your attention.

"I heard you, but-" You swallow, tongue feeling swollen and drilled to the floor of your mouth. You force a bit of laughter that sounds more like a bark in your ears. "I thought you were talking to someone else. Big crowd, y'know?"

Her hands fall to her chest as she exhales a sigh of relief. "Oh, Good. You've avoided me so much in school I thought you might've been terrified of me!"

What a crazy assumption.

"Aaaanyways, that's part of the reason I wanted to talk to you. Got any plans for the summer?"

Yes. Say yes. Even if it's a lie, just say-

"No."

Stupid.

"Yay!" She claps her hands together, bouncing on her heels like a child who's been given permission to stay up an hour later than their bedtime. She clears her throat, smile wavering as a blush something furious rushes to her pale cheeks. "Well, not that you have nothing to do. Since you have no plans, I was kinda maybe sorta hoping you come out with and a small group of friends to my parents cabin for a couple nights. Won't take up too much of your summer. I was just hoping we could make some final memories to cherish before we all go off to college."

She's talking as if you were apart of that group. Your eyes shoot over her shoulder, following the trail she came from. There's still enough people pushed aside that you can see the little gathering she was with before. They're all there. Ali. Bailey. Michael. Luke. Every single classmate that made you beg your parents to move you to a new school til your throat felt liked it'd bleed. Of course they said no. Too many opportunities here, and to get to any other school near-by on time you'd have to wake up when the night was still young. The world around you feels so distant until the pain of your nails piercing your palm racks up your arm.

"I... actually might be doing something around that time."

"But I haven't given you anything specific yet."

You take a step back, foot catching in your robes. It felt like you were drowning in them, and her gaze. They'd definitely kill you out there or do something much, much worse. There probably wouldn't even been enough pieces for people to find. Nobody would even look for someone like you.

"Y/n?"

Your wrists is in her hands. When did that happen? She pulls you upright and smoothes out your robes. She's a lot stronger than her gentle skin and shorter height would let on. Seriously, it's like touching cotton. A few years back her touch might've meant something, but now even thorns would feel like a soft blanket if they kept you safe from here.

"I know you haven't had the best experiences with us, but it's not just me asking you to come. Everyone wants to apologize to you. Make amends wherever we can. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

Shes told that lie before. Her knuckles brush your cheek, stroking the bone in tiny circles that instinctively draws your attention towards her and lowers your guard. Looking up, your eyes lock for the first time during the duration of your conversation.

"Y/n... I need you to be there."

You stare into her eyes....

You're going to die out there.

[oleander-nin]

Rottmnt Yan! Horror movie HC

A/N, not important: I'm just trying to push stuff out fast atp. This was not proofread at all. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: implied kidnapping, yandere themes, unconsentual touching(nonsexual), forced to watch movies(?), horror movies, my writing

Words: 1172

Summary: Rottmnt yandere headcanons about them watching horror movies w/ you

-Ollie

Mikey:

I think he’d at least tolerate horror movies.

They’re not his favorite genre, him still getting spooked by the jump scares every once in a while.

But he’d watch them, especially if he had you by his side.

There are three ways it can go.

Either 1:

You both are unbothered by the movie, and end up rooting for the villain. Mikey makes a bet with you on who dies first. If you win, you can have an hour of supervised outside time. If he wins, you have to let him shower you in affection to his heart's content without fighting back.

Only problem is, he has access to a phone. He looks it up. You can’t.

Do you take the bet?

Scenario 2:

You love horror movies.

Blood, gore, jump scares?

That’s your niche.

In this case, Mikey would just use movie time as an excuse to hold you close.

He doesn’t mind the movie, but it’s not his thing, so he ends up using movie night as a cuddling session.

Gets annoyed if you try to push him off or regain your personal space.

He’ll just turn off the movie, then continue to lay on you.

Now you have to cuddle him, and you don’t get to even watch your movie.

Option 3:

You hate horror movies.

They scare you, they upset you, you don’t like them.

Whether it’s the gore or the jump scares, horror movies freak you out.

Mikey uses this to his advantage.

Pulls you close and whispers soft nothings into your ear as you cower from the tv.

Pretends like he’s your savior when he turns off the movie, promises cuddles and your favorite food for dinner.

Makes it hard to say no to whatever he wants.

Donnie:

Could not care less about horror movies.

He’s seen worse out on the streets of New York while defending the city. Why should he care about some fake girl getting stabbed by a fake monster?

Horror movies are all stupid to him. Except psychological ones. I could see him enjoying those. He’d like the Saw franchise if it wasn’t so gorey.

You, on the other hand, could make him interested in the movie. It completely depends on your own reactions to said genre.

If you like horror movies? Cool, he’ll play one on a monitor at his desk so you're forced to spend time with him while he works.

Doesn’t pay attention to the movie much, just enjoys having you near him. Even if he forced your hand a tad bit. It’s not his fault you wouldn’t stay in the seat. Even after he went through so much trouble to set up your favorite movie, tsk tsk.

Neutral on horror movies? That’s fine, he just won’t really bring them up unless it’s a family movie night and Leo picked a horror.

Then he’s forcing you to debate the characters with him. If he’s stuck spending time with family, he’s at least going to enjoy it by analyzing the stupidity of the main character.

Makes a lot of backhand comments about the main characters and your similarities, especially if the movie has to do with a kidnapping of some kind.

If you hate horror movies?

Only brings them out on a dark night where he wants you to hold him, but you’re refusing.

Oh wow, you can’t sleep because of nightmares? Don’t worry, Donnie can hold you.

Is incredibly smug about it too.

Especially if you get clingy when scared and his plan works.

Raph:

Not a fan of them.

Will sit through them if he has too, but looks away from the TV or hides behind his phone for the majority of the time.

He already has to deal with enough fighting while taking care of New York and protecting you. Why does he need fake, purposefully scary movies to fuel his paranoia?

He doesn’t, and so he tries his best to avoid them like the plague.

Is incredibly conflicted if you like horror movies.

On the one hand, they make you happy. On the other, they expose you to unnecessary violence, gore, and possible nightmare causers.

Why would you want to subject yourself to that? You must be pulling his leg, there’s no way someone as fragile as you likes the horror genre.

He tries to avoid the subject if you are persistent.

You’d have to be really persuasive if you want to watch a horror movie.

If you are neutral?

Great. They’re never spoken of. He doesn’t suggest them, and he shuts them down if you happen to. Family movie night is ignored if there’s a horror movie going.

He doesn’t like them, you don’t seek them out, why would he try and force you both to watch one?

You don’t need that kind of violence in your life, he’s here to protect you from such topics.

Is like, the only one who will not subject you to horror movies if you hate them.

He doesn’t like them, you don’t like them, why would he subject you both to something you hate?

Plus, you might get nightmares, and while he feels all important and helpful when he comforts you, it’s not the same when it’s his fault.

Gets mad at Leo if he tries to trick you into watching one.

Pretty much all things horror are banned from within a 10 feet radius of you.

Raph will keep you safe, he promises

Leo:

Okay, I’m sorry, but Leo is such an adrenaline junkie.

He loves horror movies.

The thrill, the scares, the violence, the gore.

He’s seen it all before, so why should it bother him?

Plus, now it’s dramatic and thrilling, perfect for a movie night.

Like Donnie, he makes a lot of backhand comments about the main character and your similarities.

Is ecstatic if you like them too, finds it enjoyable to pull you close to him and just watch the movie play.

Whether he’s stolen the projector room for the time being, or holed you both in his room, he enjoys just having a horror movie playing while clinging onto you.

Likes to talk about the movie with you, and gets excited about the new plots during movies he hasn’t seen yet.

If you’re neutral about horror movies, he still makes you watch them.

Gets smug if you hang onto him during scenes you’re uncomfortable with(acting as if you have anything else to hang on to)

He likes to sit you to his side or in front of him, able to pull you close so he can whisper small threats in your ear if you misbehave in any way during your ‘bonding’ time.

He thinks it’s hilarious if you hate horror movies.

“Aww, is my poor little coward afraid of a little movie? Come here, I’ll hold you and keep you safe.”

Still makes you watch them, more for his own enjoyment of seeing you squirm.

Feels guilty when you get nightmares, but the smugness of being the one you go to for comfort makes it worth it

[sweetielilie]

Yan!Satoru and Yan!Suguru!! (>ω<)

A/N: reqs are open!!

CW: Overbearingness, stalking, lying, gn!reader, murder

Word count: 450

Yan!Satoru who is overbearing towards you all the time, sorcerer or not, you're his (not really responsible for) responsibility! He's the strongest, not the wisest, and the most handsome! Why do you want to listen to someone that isn't him?? Satoru is always sticking his nose where it isn't supposed to be! Your house is going to be inspected by the inch (to know your interests and more about you), your wardrobe is going to be judged thoroughly, just in case you need an entire new one.

Yan!Suguru who, though not as overbearing as Satoru, still seems to be everywhere. You're going to the grocery shop to help your mom? No worries, he can help you carry everything, no need to hurt your precious fingers with those heavy plastic bags. You're planning to travel to [insert random place in japan], that place is crawling with cursed spirits (no, it isn't)! Let him go with you! But like Satoru, Geto will be inspecting everything you like or not, even keeping a prized list for events he can give you a gift on.

Yan!SatoSugu who have some kind of love rivalry, it's not one where they hate each other, just an one upping competition or a 'who can find more stuff about Y/N than the other' competition. (it was a tie, they're both stalkers.) They also both spoil you to no end, their jobs as sorcerers pay them well, and who else to be their reason to blow money off their wallets? Clothes, expensive dinners, gifts, anything you could imagine.

Yan!SatoSugu who intimidates anyone who even tries to start any relationship with you. Who wouldn't be intimidated by a sorcerer who is quite literally the honored one, and the other who can somewhat par with said honored one? With non-sorcerers, though, it'd be a little more difficult. No worries! Even if they continue because they aren't intimidated by some teens in weird uniforms, Satoru's and Suguru's powers aren't for show! Though, they won't deal with them if you're there, no need for you to see the grotesque form as what Satoru calls them; 'unwanted attention seeker' took!

Yan!SatoSugu who met you at their favorite cafe, seeing your warm smile greet them when the doorbell rang. Honestly they felt like they were in a J-Drama Romance! And how you recognized them when they visited again (who wouldn't with Satoru's blue eyes that stare into your soul are…beautiful?), they never felt butterflies in their chest like this. Satoru finally got the courage to ask for your number after 10 minutes of processing with Suguru, which you happily gave. And that's practically how the friendship (on your end) started.

[qierxing]

Persevere, my Player!

A/N: You can tell i've read too many isekais manhuas/webcomics lol. What can I say? I’m a sucker for the trope of “knows your destiny, but destiny changes drastically by several different decisions”. When I have more time I’ll do some one-shots off this AU.

Yan!Twst Isekai AU

Pt.1 | Pt.2 Be Still, My Heart! | Pt.3 Oh, Woe is me...

Imagine being sent into Twisted Wonderland. You know the story and the plot. And so, you decide you're going to do what you can to stop any problems before they become an issue.

Easier said than done. It feels like the world is actively working against you when you try to hold back Grim from causing havoc, to you being forced to solve problems that, really, you were never equipped to handle, and of course, the emotional damage that comes after. Almost as if it’s programmed that way. 

It’s a relief that you do know what to do, but it doesn’t take away the fear that threatens to tear out of your throat when Riddle overblots. You can only pray that Grimm, Ace and Deuce and whatever powers there are in this world can snap him out of it. A dreadful thought flashes in your mind as Riddle hurdles a tree that just barely misses you–can you die in this world?

You try not to dwell on it, resolving to try to comfort a shaken Riddle. You tell him that he doesn’t have to be defined by the rules that shaped his childhood, that he can do what he would like to do without being under his mother’s thumb. You’d like to think you’re helping, but that suddenly becomes your biggest regret when he demands your presence at the dorm constantly. Trey turns a blind eye when you plead with him to convince Riddle to let you be–instead handing you some tarts and tea and telling you to sit down with a chipper tone. Cater doesn’t help either; he just slings an arm around you and tells you to smile for both of your selfies. Surely Ace and Deuce will do something? No, even they start whining as soon as you try to say you have homework to do, stuff to tidy at Ramshackle, anything to just get you out of the suffocating grip they have on you.

So when the Magishift tournament begins, you’re more than relieved when Heartslabyul is also swept up in preparations, making it easier to escape Riddle’s overbearing demands to have tea with him everyday. Of course, Crowley’s asking for you to look after the culprit causing all the mayhem with the injuries, but you know where to go. 

Well, you try to see if you can do something by talking to Ruggie but at this point he’s too closed off, sneering at your naivety and leaving you in the dust, panting and discouraged. Jack is no better and he has no reason to trust you, but it seems like he knows you’re just trying to do your best. So when you completely forget that you meet Leona by stepping on his tail, it’s not Ruggie distracting him, but rather Jack flying to your rescue. Quite frankly, it’s a little frightening. Was he supposed to be in this area in the game? The story continues as usual and the plan is a success–but it tugs on your heartstrings to see Ruggie so betrayed. So you don’t think much about giving him a sandwich and some bandages for his wounds, but you don’t see how his eyes glint as they follow after your figure towards a fallen lion. Leona was an asshole, but you understood his anger, how it feels to have all your efforts looked at as if they weren’t worth anything. So while he did threaten you multiple times in the past, you decide to be the bigger person and pat his head and tell him how cool he was for working hard.

Perhaps you should’ve known better. Known that these predators hunt in packs, and for once Leona is willing to utilize his power and strength if it means he can drag you off to the botanical garden to nap with him whenever he wants. Turning a blind eye when Ruggie comes over to you with food and smothering your personal space. Letting Jack drag you to their Magishift practices at the crack of dawn to show off to you. You’ve quickly become a nuisance to prey within a couple days.

There’s a cold realization that the game is deviating from its original course when the Leech twins seek you. They corner you as they smile menacingly, asking if you’re interested in getting help for studying for midterms. Luckily, the calls from the others make your escape, and for once you accept the tight hug that Trey gives you, not realizing he’s glaring at the twins snickering behind you. Riddle chases them off, but you’re left with a sinking feeling in your stomach. 

Then the midterm scores are thrown up and your fellow classmates are dragged to Octavinelle’s den. You swear you see Azul’s eyes swiveling and focusing on you in the crowd of angry students, making you shudder and step behind Jack. You don’t feel any better when Azul calls you both out. It feels like he’s showing off to you how powerful he is; and it’s sickening. When you finally make the deal with Azul to free Grim and the others, it’s not the Ramshackle building he’s asking for in payment. No, it’s you. In exchange for many, you will be the bleeding sacrifice on the altar. Jack and Deuce nearly rip into Azul’s smug face, but you sign anyway, knowing there’s not really any other way to progress the story. From there it’s an onslaught–the Leech twins and Azul constantly harassing you, showing up to your dorm doors and pestering you in the hallways in between class. When you finally cave and beg Leona to let you hide out in Savanaclaw dorm from them, he smirks eerily as he ushers you into his bedroom without any usual complaints. Almost as if he wanted that. Somehow, the way Leona pesters you into sharing the same bed while Ruggie is shoving various snacks into your hands feels almost as bad as the trio bothering you. You don’t dare say that though, not with Jack providing you a wall to hide yourself behind when Azul’s pupils dilate weirdly or when Floyd’s grin stretches a little too wide.

The destruction of the contracts is cruel, but what you’re not prepared for is Azul having a complete meltdown while his tentacles are choking you, gripping you as the others try to beat him back. There's desperation in his eyes that you don’t remember before as you try to placate the mer, telling him he didn't need to rope and exploit so many to prove his worth. But it's not enough for him and you end up fainting within dark inky clouds.

When you come to, Grim is sobbing on your chest; but you’re even more unsettled that it’s Azul who’s sleeping next to you in a chair, hair completely out of place and dark bags sagging under his eyes. The door opens to the Leech twins and when they reach for you, you can’t help instinctually flinching back from their touch, something they notice with darkening eyes. It’s too late to mend faults though, when Azul wakes up and starts bawling with no abandon as he rapid fire asks for your forgiveness and that he will do anything for you. It’s pathetic, really. Since when did Azul start begging to be forgiven in the game? It’s enough to kindle your sympathy to at least say you don’t hate him and that it’s not a big deal (you want to say otherwise–getting choked by tentacles was not something you ever want to experience ever again), if only to make him stop clinging to you so tightly. Even Jade doesn’t pry off his housewarden, only nodding and agreeing, inviting you to Mostro Lounge so they can fix this grave error of theirs. 

The one thing you don’t expect, however, is how crowded the cafe becomes on the day of your invitation to the lounge. You’re seated in a private booth with all the softest cushions but you notice Riddle, Ace, and Deuce glaring pointed daggers at Floyd laughing and serving you food casually(is that Cater and Trey as well?! Why do they look like they’re going to murder someone?!). Meanwhile, you swear you see Jade intercepting a Jack with high hackles while also sneering at Leona and Ruggie in another booth. A gentle gloved hand turns your face to look at Azul as he guides a spoon into your half open mouth, cooing at how adorable you look. (The room’s atmosphere seems to drop ten degrees colder after the action)

It’s scary, you think to yourself. You’d think there would be more fun to be had in a world that was so different from your own. But that was when you were behind a screen, safely in your bed. And now, as Ace and Deuce grips your wrists tighter to drag you to sit with them in history, Leona digging his claws into your lap as a silent warning while he naps, and Floyd’s hug quickly becoming bone-breaking, you’re wondering if you can even last between these intense, egotistical villains.

You only hope that the ending of this game you play comes soon.

[shiny-jr]

Have you ever thought of the imposter au with the staff of raven College? I could just imagine Crewel being the reason the reader is summoned to twst while not fulling knowing it (Probably coming in at the end to safe then after realize shits going down). That and maybe Crowley and Vargas going full mad dog and just chasing the reader like crazy. Maybe Trein tripping over his cat while chasing and reader/imposter feeling bad about it. Along with Sam using shadow creature to track the imposter down. Just a fun ideas I've been having, feel free to ignore.

I have thought about it before. I believe I even once mentioned that I would make a separate post for it eventually. Recently been thinking about platonic yan staff, so like fatherly type stuff for those of you with daddy issues.

Platonic yan Crowley! Wants to be your father figure so bad. Why won't you let him take you under his wing? You'd be his little fledgling! Ah, he must do his best to protect you! He is the headmaster of a prestigious school with unfortunately many arrogant troublesome students. Often he'll dramatically lament, inquiring why you don't wish to spend time with your dear old father? When you reply with a deadpan, "You're not my dad, Crowley." He'll break out into a melodramatic wail, oh woe is him that his own child does not wish to partake in any activities with him! Ah–– a way home, you ask? Well, during one of his many hours long searches in the library to find you a way home, something he adamantly assures you he's been doing, he had the most profound idea which he shall so graciously share with you! Why not stay in Twisted Wonderland and allow him to formally adopt you? Then you shall be his child and he will be sure to provide you with all the love and care you need! Isn't he a genius with such boundless benevolence?

Platonic yan Divus! Probably believes the whole world is out to get you. You poor little thing, far from home, lost and afraid, with no where else to go. Eventually he'll begin to doubt that Crowley is taking proper care of you, and deem his efforts as inadequate. Look at this wretched place, an old dorm filled with cobwebs and ghosts is supposed to be your home? An old oversized uniform and a handful of cheap worn clothes from the shop are all you have to wear? And your classmates, his own students, oh he knows what they're like. A bunch of ruthless mischief making pups! This is unacceptable! Divus will spoil you like his own. He has a soft spot for you, so when he's improving your conditions and getting rid of the old dirtied items, you hold up that feral monster cat and go, "Can I at least keep Grim? Please?" Ah, the puppy eyes. How could he say no to you? But that cat is getting a bath first. Oh, and he's incredibly wary of all the students. In his eyes, none of them are good enough to be your friends, and he's beginning to suspect all of them of trying to take advantage of you. Listen here, darling, you are not to trust any other men besides himself, are we clear?

Platonic yan Vargas! Oh god, not another one. Somehow, he's worse than the other two dads you've acquired. Especially because he thinks your escape attempts are some sort of crazy athletic training regimen. He's come to think of your monthly escape attempts as survival training, so not only is he enjoying himself but he's more than capable of keeping up and capturing you. Then dragging you back to NRC with a proud grin, boasting about how you got so much further than last time! "Let me go! Let go of me!" That's the spirit, he cheers. Seems like you're raring to train again, but now's the time regain your energy for next month! Eagerly tells you stories about his youth, how he was the strongest and most popular! He really wants you to look up to him, and he likes to think he's your favorite dad. Especially when it comes to Crewel, let's say they have differing opinions on how to properly care for you. While his counterpart prefers to pamper you, Vargas believes you need more activity and excitement in your life! Wouldn't you agree with him? Come on, give him a smile now!

Platonic yan Trein! The only real dad on the list. He has two sons that are already full adults now, and he believes you'd get along wonderfully with them. You would be their new younger sibling. "That's kinda... dumb. I'm not their sibling though." You comment, as he responds, it is not foolish to want all three of his children to get along. It's a bit annoying that you can never really get on his nerves, despite him being notoriously strict and a little intimidating with his stoic look. But like most of the dads on this list, he too has a weak spot for you. He still expects you to be a well-behaved though. No matter what you're like, he can handle it. After all, he's been a professor at NRC for so long, that he's seen and taken care of countless students. If you're looking for quiet time, he's probably the best to be with by far. He'll let his feline familiar Lucius sit on your lap as he serves you a platter of cookies with a hot beverage. When you do try to get on his nerves for whatever reason, it never works, so you end up plopping down beside him on the couch in defeat, angrily opening a magazine as he calmly continues to read a book. Now that the opportunity has present itself, he'd like to have a word with you. You should know that you are his pride and joy. That being said, should any of his students be pestering you, inform him immediately and he'll handle it promptly.

Platonic yan Sam! Most likely the best one to be with. It doesn't even feel like he's trying to be your dad, he's more like a cool but still concerning weird uncle. But if you had to classify him as a dad, he'd be the chill one. Although it is scary that he seems to know way more about you than you ever told him about. You suspect it has something to do with his friends on the other side. Whenever you're not with him, you have spied an oddly moving shadow or two... But the upside about that is, he always seems to know what you want. If it's small, he'll offer it for free. If it's a bigger item, he'll let you have it if you work the shop with him for a few hours. What's say you, huh? Sound like a deal? He'll entertain you a trick or two while you're here! Sam likes to call you his little good luck charm, because you tend to bring in more customers and just put him in a good mood. He choses to trust you, more than the other dads, probably because he knows you can't escape because he's always watching you somehow. You go on ahead, just be back by dark, you hear? He wouldn't want to send his friends to force you back home if you stay out late, m'kay?

[parasytte]

What if reader spent a LOT of time trying to make macarons for Casey’s (cheerleader) birthday but they realize that the other sweet gifts looked better than reader’s. And they’re contemplating wether to give them or not so they end up giving it to yan!nerd

prepare for the waterworks

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you had spent hours upon hours trying to make macarons for casey since it was his birthday. after multiple tries to make them, you end up with some decent macarons.

you pack them up gently in a small bag and make your way to school, deciding to take a walk since you were going to be early anyway. on your way you pass by a bakery, and you can't help but take a glance at some of the sweets in the display window. you take a look at the macarons you made and then back at the other sweets, insecurity filling your body.

all those other sweets looked so much better than yours. you bet they probably tasted better, too. would casey even like the macarons you made ?

after a few seconds of contemplating, you make your way inside of the bakery and pick out a sweet you know casey will love.

. . . . . .

upon arriving at school with both of the sweets, you wonder what to do with the macarons while you wait for casey to show up. after a few moments of thinking you decide to give them to your friend, percy.

you walk over to percy, macarons in hand. he's reading a book which has his full attention until you speak. "percy?" hearing your voice he tears his gaze away from the book and looks up at you instead. his emotionless look is replaced with a happy one when he sees you and he gives you a small smile.

"hey, y/n," percy says, eyes falling to the bag in your hands, "what do you got there?" you shuffle nervously but hand the bag over to the male in front of you.

".. i originally made these for casey- since it's his birthday and all, but they didn't turn out as good as i wanted them to so i just got him these instead," you explain as you shake the bag in your other hand softly, "and i didn't know what do with those so i figured i'd just give them to you."

percy opens the bag gently and takes a look inside. "these look amazing, y/n. casey would have been really lucky to get these-" he stops speaking as his attention falls to the person standing behind you.

you turn to what stole percy's attention, now coming face-to-face with a very angry looking casey. he grabs your wrist, a strained smile on his face.

"is it okay if we talk for a minute, y/n?" he says, already dragging you away from percy before you could give him an answer. after he drags you to a private place, he turns to look at you.

"so, what was all that about?" casey says bitterly. you stay quiet for a moment, casting your gaze to the floor. today has really taken a sour turn, hasn't it?

"are you talking about the macarons-" he cuts you off, "yes, i'm talking about the macarons that were apparently supposed to be mine; are you going to explain yourself or not?" casey says annoyed.

you look back up at casey nervously. "i made the macarons for you but when i was walking to school i passed by a bakery," you explain, holding out the other bag in your hand to casey, "and their stuff looked alot better than what i made so i figured i'd get you something from there and just give the macarons to someone else .."

his eyes soften as he looks down at the bag in your hand. casey takes it from you and holds it as you're both silent for a moment. deciding to break the silence you start to speak, "casey, i'm really sorry. i didn't know that me giving those to percy would've upset you so much."

casey looks back up at you and his eyes are filled with tears that are ready to spill over any second now. "y/n, baby, i would have been happy with anything you gave me," he sniffles, "i don't care if those macarons tasted like shit or they were overbaked- all that would have mattered was that you made them for me."

he looks back down at the bag as he really starts to cry. "and i-i'm happy that you got me this, but it just really hurts that you gave something that you worked really hard on and made for me to somebody else, to percy no less." casey's voice sounds so broken and hurt you can't help but feel guilty. you watch as his shoulders shake as he cries and eventually wrap your arms around him.

"i'm so sorry, casey. listen, how about afterschool you can stop by my house and i'll make you something, okay? whatever you want," you console him in a soft voice, gently rubbing his back in an attempt to stop his crying.

"really?" casey sniffles, doe eyes looking up at you hopefully, "you promise?" you nod, "promise. happy birthday, cas."

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its actually my birthday rn 😋😋

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

This is gonna sound absolutely bonkers and freaky but bare with me. I always say like theres 3 types of Yanderes fr

1) you got the one that would rather cut their darling open and burrow inside of them (not literally but like figurative)

2) the type that would cut themselves open and would want darling to live inside of them

3) and finally the type that would sew darling to their side or whatever

I would think that Yves would be option 1 mainly because I feel like he would take great satisfaction in literally living inside of his darling, like the amount of things he could observe with hearing and feeling the bodily functions of his darling around him, would probably be the most succulent brain food to him. Like he’s living in his hyper fixation. Probably his own personal heaven when you think about it. Your post about Inside Out really solidified this for me.

Blanche would be option 2 or 3 mainly because his possessiveness. Like he doesn’t want darling to go anywhere that is outside of his home and finds the most happiness with being only being with his darling. His darling is his one and only true friend that he wants to keep forever and forever and prefers to isolate them within the house.

Leveret, we don’t know much about him but I wanna say he gives off option number 3. I feel like he likes to poke and prod at his darling physically so they would need to be whole next to him for him to properly do so 🤔

Cyprus and Monty also gives number 3.

Alien Cowboy Yan from Language Barrier gives 2. Mainly because Blanche kind of reminds me of him in terms of territorialness of it all. How he acts around those who are around his darling, always wanting his darling to be kept in the home and within arms reach as well.

I love your writings fr and sorry for my weird ramblings fr fr

ur weird ramblings highkey slaps and is a banger my dude, pls don't be shy ramble som more 🙏🙏🙏

yes you are right, Yves is having a field trip if he could just live inside you, to know how it feels and to see the world through your eyes. Like its his only wet dream and if he has a dream like that, he would wake up sobbing because he wanted it to be real so badly, a treasure trove of data all gone because it was only a dream

You're pretty accurate for Blanche too, he is protective and super possessive, although he does enjoy documenting your habits from time to time, but the most important thing to him is the bonding and relationship you and he share. and the fact that you are all his, he would rather cage you up, rob you of your free will and make you a personalityless zombie than let you be 100% free to see how you would react to certain circumstances on your own

Cyprus and Leveret does like poking fun at you, they would like to have you separate to them, they like seeing you all flustered up and shy, all cute and small. They don't want to control you entirely that you become a mere doll, but they don't want to stay in the shadows and observe either, they want a companion with their own thoughts n feelings and they like the thrill of 'taming' and owning you in a sense

Depending whether you're a dom or a sub in the relationship, Monty can be a lot of things

Like if you are a strong character that takes the lead in the bedroom like in it was only supposed to be a one-night stand, He would be territorial and tries to scare off any rivals, but ultimately he is seeking for your approval, you have a leash around him

if you are pretty weak in character like in Best and worst of Both worlds, Monty is still territorial and protective, but he assumes the role of someone who's leading the relationship, kind of trying to tie a leash around you but it isn't too tight, he would be pretty lax with rules and stuff, he is the type that thinks you could do no wrong because you are naive and shit, only thinking that the outside world is tainting you, so he needs to shield you from it while letting you enjoy your life

The cowboy yan 2718 is a mixture of type 2 and 3, yes he wants you to be in the house because that's where its the safest, but he would relent his strictness if you're acting out enough, prioritizing your happiness and safety more than anything else. He tries to keep a leash on you, but he wouldn't tug on it or shorten it IF its also hurting you, he would resort to just chasing you around,,, but given the chance, he would like you to live inside him so you would be safe and protected, but you wouldn't be happy and that's a problem for him

[mango-bango-bby]

Keigo taking care of his darling while in her period was great; now i would like to see him taking care of the girl while preggy. Can be the twins or the first pregnacy. Pretty please?

♡ One of Those Days ♡

(A/N: I haven’t written a domestic fic in so long 😡😡 I’m so happy I finally did again 😭😭😭 I hope you like this, Keigo is the type to have one kid then just way more and more and more  lol!! And I’m glad you liked my period fic 💗)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, pregnancy, fem!reader, mentions of birth, mentions of morning sickness

Summary: Keigo comforts you on a rough day during your pregnancy (Yan!Hawks x Fem!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You let out a sigh as you lay on the mattress beneath you. This was the absolute worst. You loved the baby growing inside of you, you loved them to death. But, god, did you want them to just get out of you. There were good days of your pregnancy, of course. Days were you felt as if you were glowing and you felt great. But there were also days where you were hurting, were you felt sick, were you just wish your baby was born already.

Today was one of those days were you felt awful. You wanted to lay in bed, do nothing but eat, watch your favorite movies, and cry. You don’t turn or move at the sound of the door to the balcony opening. Keigo often came in through the balcony door to his penthouse as it was simply easy for him to fly down onto the balcony. You simply stayed put. You try to remind yourself you only have a month left before your baby is supposed to be born.

“Alright, baby bird, so I got the udon you asked for but then I realized that you’d probably get hungry later to so I also got you some takoyaki” Keigo said as he came into the room. You had told him earlier how much you craving some of your favorite food from this local place, so of course he had to go get some for you.

“You doing any better?” He asks, watching you turn in the bed. “Not really. He’s gonna be a handful that’s for sure” you mumble, your baby was quite active often taking opportunities to kick and punch you from inside you.

You two had found out you were having a baby boy. Keigo was to nervous to take you out to go to the doctor so instead he had doctors come to you to do checkups and ultrasounds.

Keigo leans down against your belly which held your baby. You were eight months pregnant and clearly visible. “I love you so much but stop hurting my Y/n. Your mom is tired, leave her alone” Keigo mumbles to your baby bump before kissing it. You laugh a bit at how sweet it is before another wave of pain hit you.

“It really hurts” you groan, watching as Keigo begins to unpack your food. He opted to feed you himself because he was practically convinced you were unable to do anything while pregnant.

He found every opportunity to just baby you. “I know, baby. Do you want some medicine?” He asks, pulling to food away from you as you try to reach out for it. Showing you that he was going to feed you and you didn’t exactly have a choice.

“No, I had some earlier” you say before taking a bite of the noodles that he holds out for you. “How about after you eat, I’ll lay with you, do that thing that calms you down” he says. He would play with your hair with one hand and lightly draw random shapes on your back with his other. It always seemed to calm you down, even helping you fall asleep.

“Just one more month baby, then we get to hold him in our arms”

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[digenerate-trash]

hi!! that post about every character having yandere potential was super cool. can you talk about more characters?? you got me very interested in that now. :D

Yes!! Yes please I love talking about my stupid ideas-

Gonna start off with the school love intrests because they're easy and I know them the most. ( But if you want me to get to some real heavy hitters like outside love intrest baliey harper and that let me know)

First off of course there's kylar and he's kinda your classic yandare trope stereotypical in every way. Obsessive stalker vibes. But honestly I think he could be really amped up if he was more aggressive. He's got a real OwO soft boy ascetic and a need to be acknowledged that's nice and the jealousy meter is a nice touch but I'm disapointed that he seems to give up really easily.

Whitney just beats him up in the caf and he folds like a paper bag. When your alone he watches you but doesn't aproch. He kidnapps you one time. Then if you decide to ditch him and keep up with your regular shenanigans he doesn't even try again??

Like he's a little lack luster. His pathetic deminer is cute and all but he's supposed to be a ride or die type and he's not delivering to well. But he's still an yan so that's good.

Talked about syd in the other post so I'll leave it for now.

Robin has some real platonic yandare stuff going on and at high confidence he has some real obsessed with keeping you stuff going on. I feel like theyll never reach violent yandare statice like the other characters even when pushed but they have this vibe about them that I never really could shake off.

Robin cares about your life and everything personal about you. They want you to be safe and perfect. And in connection to you they also want to be perfect. Like childhood sweethearts.

Robin is always clawing for a way to never sexualy exploit anyone. They're a big fan of concent but it doesn't mean he won't go behind your back to make sure you're taking care of yourself. Robin is pretty soft for a yandare but something is telling me that they're biding their time a bit. Even if it takes a while.

Lastly whitney- I'm a big fan so this is gonna be biased but whitney is a violent yan bossed with power dynamics and you as the player. He's constantly showing off infront of students and even his friends that he has access to you at any time. Some of his scenes even say so. Like when he cornners you in a class room with his friends and tells you "don't worry they won't touch you I told them not too" or when you're dragged into a class room against your will and one of the students points out that your Whitney's property. And they scurry off.

Whitney also comes to the orphanage and offers to buy you. Like this dude is obsessed with the idea of owning you. Physicly mentally and emotionally. Controlling weather your life at school is plagued by bullying or not. He controls that. And by extention you. Even when your traveling alone around the streets and he spots you your instantly cornered. He doesn't even give it a second thought. This dude is a violent yandare and I can't express it enough. I also love him.

[twstunes]

A recurring concept in self-aware AUs is that the player (or their MC) possesses some form of ‘divine grace’—by interacting with and upgrading characters, the player imparts a sense of happiness, power, and so on to them. This is often used as a setup for yan stuff and similar darker works centered around obsession, typically with the characters becoming increasingly dependent on the emotional high caused by contact with the player/MC.

But what if the existence of divine grace was not so readily accepted?

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Rook, Azul, Leona, Lilia, Idia

Notes: gn Yuu, early stages of self-awareness, mostly platonic

Warnings: character-appropriate levels of stalking (Rook, Idia)

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✧ Very little escapes Rook’s notice, and the strikingly positive effect Yuu has on others is no exception. Like any good hunter, he spends some time stalking familiarizing himself with the Ramshackle prefect before making any final calls. He manages to work out a number of things about Yuu’s ‘grace’: only certain students (named characters) are affected, staff members don’t seem to be affected much at all, the effect is strongest on those physically near Yuu and with Yuu’s direct attention…comment trés étrange. This is certainly unfamiliar quarry for him. How exciting!

✧ He may or may not report his findings to Vil. He does care dearly for his housewarden, but considering how happy Vil has been since Yuu entered their lives…well, la grâce divine de Yuu does not seem to be a threat. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to let a sleeping dog lie, for now.

✧ It’s worth noting that despite his stalking observing, Rook doesn’t shy away from approaching his target directly. He can only appreciate Yuu’s beauté so much from a distance, after all—and of course it must be some form of beauty, for what else could evoke such emotion from the hearts of many? He may outright ask Yuu about this ‘grace’ they seem to possess, though the questions are phrased so poetically that they’re a bit hard to parse.

✧ Yuu’s euphoric effect on others is something Azul notices quickly, specifically due to how some rather high-profile students seem to gravitate towards the Ramshackle prefect. His first thought is, naturally, if it can be used to lure in more customers to the Mostro Lounge. He could rope Yuu into working some shifts, prompting their little entourage to follow along, score some customers and some free publicity at once…wait shit why does he feel so high-spirited when they’re near, why does he keep tripping over his words when they speak to him, this wasn’t supposed to happen– Jade Floyd stop snickering this is serious, no he does not have a CRUSH–

✧ Azul likes to think that he’s savvy, and he really is—but he’s also very much not equipped to handle this. The effect of Yuu’s presence is warming, empowering even, and given freely at that. It absolutely does not fit into Azul’s worldview, where anything given comes with a price attached one way or another. What does Yuu want in return for this…niceness, for lack of a better word? What are they angling for? It deeply disturbs him that he can’t divine an answer.

✧ Yuu’s grace is a gift that keeps giving, and Azul is convinced that there will be a steep price to pay for it in the end. He makes attempts at tempering it, offering discounts and the like, but it’s hard to focus on digging himself out of a perceived debt when being near Yuu keeps making him forget about it altogether.

✧ Leona has spent long enough mired in depression that the effects of Yuu’s divine grace just feel weird at first. He knows Yuu doesn’t have any magic up their sleeves—they still smell like the same magicless herbivore they were that day they stepped on his tail. So then why does he feel so much…lighter when they’re around? Less blasé about everything? Something’s off, and he’s not entirely sure he’s okay with it.

✧ He definitely has an “am i in love??” moment before shutting it down entirely. Screw Farena and how he gushes about his wife the queen; Leona might privately admit to believing in the existence of love, but he does NOT buy into any “love at first sight” junk. Besides, his senses are sharp enough that he can tell how others are similarly affected by Yuu’s presence. It’s a little complicated, how he feels about that—the irrational, possessive part of his brain is annoyed at having to “share,” but he’s overall glad that it’s an easily-observable phenomenon.

✧ After mulling it over for a while, he ultimately concludes that it isn’t a serious enough issue for him to bother stressing about. It doesn’t look like the herbivore consciously controls…whatever it is they’re doing, and their conscious actions come off as genuine attempts to help out. He might still be a little wary, but by the Seven, it’s not going to interfere with his naps.

✧ With how long Lilia has been alive, he’s definitely gone through his fair share of heart-pounding experiences—love, infatuation, adrenaline rushes, illicit substances, the whole nine yards. None of them are quite the same as whatever effect Yuu has on him, however, and it piques his interest.

✧ He’s a little concerned about how Yuu is imparting such an effect without so much as a hint of magic, but for the most part, he’s content to just let things be. Yuu doesn’t seem to want anything other than to bring out the best in others, which is hardly an ignoble goal. He might question Yuu about this ‘grace’ they seem to possess, but it serves more to sate his own curiosity than anything else. He just wants to know a little more about his new human friend, that’s all~

✧ Though he’s not one to deny himself novelties or pleasures, he’s no fool. His role as Malleus’ overseer takes priority. If he notices that Yuu’s presence is becoming literally addictive to him, he’ll start taking precautions as needed, distancing himself from Yuu. He’ll bring it up with Malleus immediately, especially if he suspects the other fae is being affected in a similar manner.

✧ Surprisingly—or perhaps unsurprisingly?—Idia is one of the least receptive to Yuu’s ‘divine grace.’ Though he can admit that he doesn’t dislike hanging around Yuu, a potent mix of paranoia and pessimism keeps him shying away. Like Leona, he’s not exactly in great emotional health, so suddenly feeling giddy and relaxed instead of gloomy and anxious throws him for a loop. He also has a mild case of ‘little hater behavior,’ being quick to find fault in anything not immediately pertinent to his interests or useful to him. Yuu qualifies as both in the beginning; even after they get acquainted, Idia’s at a loss for how he’s supposed to react to the effects of their grace. It’d be easier for him if they would just leave him alone, at least then he wouldn’t be stuck not knowing what to do…

✧ He doesn’t actually realize that Yuu’s presence has the same effect on others until he starts noticing irregularities in Ortho’s functions. The lil guy is already designed for optimum processing and performance speeds, but being around Yuu somehow makes things run…even more optimally? Ortho what’s with these energy readouts, how do you have an extra 12% charge? With all you’ve done today, you should be at 46% power maximum…what do you mean being around Yuu makes you happy? That shouldn’t affect your charge levels so greatly??

✧ Idia’s probably the most vigilant about observing how Yuu’s presence affects others once he notices, if only bc he has access to both the school’s security system and any scans Ortho runs. He’d written it off as normie behavior before, but…huh. People are acting weird around Yuu. If it winds up being something bad, it’ll be annoying to get caught off-guard by it. He’ll have to keep monitoring things, just in case…

[yandereloversblog]

Chifuyu yan vs dere where u tell him that u can’t see him other than soft 😭 this man frfr knows how to hide his rough side

❤ 𝐘𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐒 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞 💘 -> 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Neither can I cuz HE ♡- also I'm not gonna take any requests for today cuz the event was suppose to be over after October started and stuff- so I'll just be writing the requests that are left.

💘 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞 💘

"What?" Chifuyu blinked at your sudden confession "I just can't." You repeated with a sigh, head on his shoulder while staring down at the manga you were both reading "You're so good to me Fuyu, I know you're in somewhat of gang but I really can't see that. You're always such a softie." Your face nuzzled the soft hoodie he was wearing.

"I'm literally one of the best fighters there! I'm not soft- I can be really mean if I want to!" When you looked up from his shoulder you saw Chifuyu pouting and you couldn't help but to coo, reaching up and pinching his cheek "Yeah I know, good job Fuyu~ so cute~" The male playfully narrowed his eyes into a glare but then nuzzled your hand, losing his pouty expression to lean closer to your face and gently kiss your cheek.

"As long as you... You like it then I'll be even softer for you [Y/N], I'd do anything..." Chifuyu mumbled gently, his facial features relaxing when he whispered out the sentence, your face heated up when his arm wrapped around your waist and then he hugged you, burying his face on your shoulder.

You waited for a minute, getting over the small shock and the way your heart skipped a beat to chuckle and pat his head "Did you get embarrassed?~" A grin appeared on your face once noticing how even his ears had turned red at this point 'Cute~' Especially once Chifuyu nodded his head to admit the question, lightly gripping at your shirt. You hummed softly and hugged back your boyfriend, waiting until he got over his embarrassed state.

"I'm so lucky to have you, [Y/N]~" And once he did Chifuyu mumbled happily, leaning just inches away from your face with a happy grin and red face "I love you so much." The blond's grin softened into an adoring smile and loving look "Everyday when I wake up I feel so happy because I know I have you in my life!"

❤ 𝐘𝐚𝐧 ❤

Chifuyu stared at the tied up man on the ground; his hands tainted with blood, eyes narrowed into a cold glare while Chifuyu harshly stepped on his chest without hesitation, groaning in annoyance at the muffled pained scream "So disgusting and weak, this hurts for you doesn't it?" The blond snarled and stepped off, expression twisted as if he just tasted something sour.

Chifuyu then crouched down in front of the beat up person "But you know what hurts more?" His blue-green eyes held disdain and insanity as he punched the already beat up face yet again "The shit you did to [Y/N]." And again, cracking sounds being heard "Don't you know all the trouble you made for my [Y/N] caused them to get stressed?" Chifuyu started panting from the rage building up "Fucking bastards like you deserve a trip to hell as soon as possible!" Seeing tears running down the man's face Chifuyu all but scowled, no ounce of sympathy in his rough glare.

"Quit doing that shit with me. Do you think I'll feel pity because you're crying? Huh? Maybe you should've thought with that small brain of yours to have treated my [Y/N] better." Chifuyu didn't care if this was just your classmate who had dipped when you were both doing a project, you canceled a date because you were stressed to complete it in time, Chifuyu is so worried for your health now! Nor like the last time when someone bumped into you during a date and dropped their coffee on you- Chifuyu knows they purposely spilled it on you to burn you! Your poor arm stayed red for a few days after!

Chifuyu hummed, a blank face with wide eyes, small pupils staring down at the body in a crazed state "If I let you go you'll tell my [Y/N] and lie to them about something. Not to mention you'll scare them with that disgusting blood." Chifuyu trusted you, but who knows what this trash could make you think "I guess I'll kill you then~" The outcome wasn't going to be any different anyways. The male grinned and stood up, grabbing the tied up person by the collar of their bloody and dirty shirt to drag them away.

"Wonder where should I bury you... I'm somewhat glad Toman is starting to get dirtier, this shit is so easy to cover up now~" Chifuyu chuckled to himself, taking his phone out and seeing a picture of you as the lockscreen, eyes immediately lighting up in adoration "Don't worry [Y/N]~ I'll take care of all the trash that dare bother you, you deserve nothing but the best my darling~"

[imagine-silk]

hi, im not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, can i ask for a yan!pavitr x reader where he's really clingy and the reader kinda wants to leave him over it but hes just delulu about it?

》FINALLY another AtSV. Joking of course but miss writing for them. Also I think it's funny everyone agrees he would be delulu.

He never officially called Gayatri his girlfriend, it was kind of an unspoken thing. So when he turned tail to you it was unexpected and weird but ultimately not damaging. They were friends. He did want to date her because he really really liked her, but how was he supposed to when a god was right in front of him.

One thousand percent worships the ground you walk on and barely takes his eyes off you. If he has any say, he'll always be near you or find excuses to touch you. Braids your hair with his thin fingers. Pass you things like notes or canned tea. Ask you what you like to do and why you love it. Afterwards, he writes it all down in a pocketbook like he's studying for a quiz. By the end of your first month in his class he knows almost everything about you.

“Tell me about your day.”

But that didn’t stay enough. Being Spiderman was all about saving people and helping around, but there was no rule he couldn't swing by the library you visit to watch you read from the next roof. He kept people safe and you needed to be safely walked home. He just couldn't leave his patrol so he stayed swinging. 

When you started dating all barriers went poof. He would drag you into his lap and was careful not to hurt with his strength. He would walk behind your desk and drape himself on your shoulders. He would just grab your phone to pull up a funny video or use his to take a million photos.

The gifts were another thing. He gave you things outright like pens or notebooks. Don't get started on food. He is trying to feed you 24/7. When he sees you gain weight it cracks something in his brain so he keeps feeding you. Passing little local shops you pass he will stop you both to go inside and the chances you’ll leave with something is high. When he can, he gives you his jewelry or scarves.

The power you have is stupid. You can ask for anything and he’ll do it. You could tell him to lay flat on a puddle so you could step on him or stand in front of the sun to block it while you sit and he WILL do it. Not that you ever did but you kind of figured. 

Again, didn't stay enough. He started taking things. There's no harm in going into your room and taking your sweater to put on his pillow. Or lay in your bed for a while just to recharge. Nothing wrong in brushing his teeth with your toothbrush or spitting in your cologne. He even finds a way to cut a piece of your hair while he's playing with it to keep. Every chapstick you ever have will have his lips on it as well.

And you don’t know anything is gone. He is an honor student, and this is something he’s serious about so he grabs stuff out of season or what you’ve put in the dirty clothes. The almost empty bottle in the trash still has a little bit in it.

It stays tasteful, mostly, but you were suffocating and the only thing he didn’t do when you asked was back up. He either said that made no sense or ignored the statement entirely. Either way, he continued like you didn’t say anything. And no one is really going to help you. He’s the perfect honor student who is the most charming person around, not to mention good-looking. It’s cute that he’s clingy, at least that’s what the word is. Gayatri even thinks it’s weird you say anything about it. He was a very physical person so you got what you paid for. She’ll giggle about it and say it’s a bump in the road and you’ll laugh about it when you two get married, even punches you in the arm playfully to say she’s going to be your bestwoman. Needless to say, all the reassurance is enough to confuse you into questioning if everything is fine. 

“I love you. I mean it.”