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night time routine with platonic yandere Damian and Tim <3

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Had a dream recently and can I just propose: bounty hunter for yanderes. As in, a bounty hunter who makes a living off of tracking down runaway or lost darlings and bringing them back.

Can you imagine the horror of being one of those darlings. You make your escape, and meticulously cover your tracks for miles upon miles. Your yandere doesn't have nearly enough of the right skills, contacts, and resources to find you again.

But little do you know, someone is after you, and they've made this game their life's work. When they find you, there's no getting out of it. You can't fight your way out, because they're so much stronger than you and they came prepared while you were expecting to be safe. You can't plead with them, or bribe them with more money, because this is their job and they have a reputation to maintain. You can't keep running because you've already expended all your resources and they'll only catch you again.

Then they'll restrain you, throw you over their shoulder, and make off with you, unbothered by you slamming your fists into their back or yelling bloody murder. It's nothing personal, you see? They just have a job to do, no hard feelings. Hey hey don't cry. You'll be okay, it's not that bad, is it? You have someone at home who's really excited to see you again.

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Platonic Yandere!Batfam

Summary: The Batfamily wants to spend time with you, so they force you to watch a film with them.

CW: no warnings

(not edited or proofread)

The sound of keyboard clatter filled the room as your eyes stayed glued to the screen in front of you. Its luminescence stung at your eyes, yet you chose to disregard the uncomfortable sensation, instead opting to blink the dryness away. You were too desperate to distract yourself with video games to notice the tall figure entering your room. You only realized your bedroom door had even been opened when the light from the hallway hit the wall in front of you. The sudden illumination of your room had caught your attention as your heart skipped a few beats. You didn't hear a thing. How were they always so quiet? You glanced at the large shadow cast by whoever entered the room. After briefly scanning over the muscular silhouette you narrowed it down to two people: Jason or Bruce. The fact that anyone bothered you at all was bad enough so you chose to shift your focus back onto the bright screen and pretend you didn't notice how much brighter your previously dark room had gotten.

You were almost convinced that it had worked, when you were suddenly proven wrong. "Your siblings want to watch a film. I figured you should also be invited. Perhaps this way you can spend more time with them", a deep voice spoke. It was Bruce. Your face scrunched up immediately. You did not like that suggestion. Your fingers rested on the keyboard while you were trying to come up with a response. He definitely knew you were avoiding them. You had stopped being completely disobedient, but you did vanish from sight whenever you had the chance to. Declining the offer was what first came to mind, but deep down you knew it wasn't really an offer. Even if you refused, they would drag you down to the living room, you could cry, kick and scream all you want, but there was no escaping their suffocating embraces. So you agreed, albeit begrudgingly. Seemingly satisfied with your reply he smiled at you and gestured towards the hallway, waiting for you to exit your room.

His hand was placed on your shoulder the whole trip to the living room. You wanted to complain about it, but he would need to hear a really good excuse to oblige and you couldn't think of anything other than "It feels restricting", so you chose to keep your mouth shut and endure it. You didn't even need to enter the living room to hear the chaos coming from inside. You couldn't make out a lot of words, as most of the sounds were just screaming, but you did come to the conclusion that they simply had troubles choosing a film to watch. You stopped abruptly, causing Bruce to turn to you and ask, "Is everything okay? Are they too loud? Wait here, I'll tell them to quiet down." With that he left, only to return shortly after, guiding you to the large room. They didn't seem to pay much attention to your appearance until Damian spoke, "I'm sitting next to them!"

Immediately you were dragged to the middle of the sofa, where you were currently sandwiched between Jason and Dick. "Not fair! You sat next to them last time, too!" said Tim, who was clearly not happy with being seated away from you. "Well, I sat down first. Maybe if you had been quicker, you would've gotten this spot", Jason retorted. "Let's not fight, there will always be a next time!" said Dick happily, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You slightly cringed at the contact before a groan reminded you of the ongoing argument between the siblings. "That's easy for you to say. You sit next to them every time", Tim spoke again, not wanting to lose the argument. "Yes. It's my turn to sit next to them" added Damian. Before the dispute could evolve, Bruce spoke and reminded everyone that this was supposed to be a calm Movie Night. After that, they all managed to shut up.

Tim, after bitterly sitting down next to Jason, asked what kind of film you should watch and the next dilemma ensued: Jason desperately wanted to watch a scary film, claiming that he wanted to see you scared. Dick, on the other hand, was very eager to watch a lighthearted, family-friendly film. Both Damian and Jason were not pleased with that suggestion. It took Bruce intervening once again for the Movie Night to proceed. Jason, in control of the remote, turned on a scary film and didn't let anyone complain.

Much to your dismay, the film was full of jump-scares, unnerving scenes, gore and violence. Before you knew it, you were clinging to Jason and Dick out of fear. Every now and then you glanced away from the television, only to see a smug grin adorning Jason's face, as he pulled you closer to himself. Dick, conversely, wore an expression of distress after noticing how tightly you were gripping his arms. You failed to notice how bitter Tim and Damian looked after not being able to sit next to you. Bruce was also a bit disappointed, but he didn't let that show.

The film ended and the screen faded to black. They turned the lights on and you were left there, paralyzed by fear. Jason, wanting to appear like a kind older brother, offered to let you sleep in his room for the night (or longer, if you wanted to). Although you were scared, you declined. You almost missed how all the others exhaled in relief. There was no way you would be caught accepting their affection, especially not when it was Jason. He would most certainly tease you and your leftover pride would most certainly shatter.

So here you were, laying in your bed with your back pressed against the mattress in order to have a clear view of any possible attackers. It had been a few hours since you first tried to fall asleep. The film you watched with your family shook you to your core. The gore filled scenes replayed in your mind all night long until you decided that this was futile.

Getting out of bed, you slipped on your slightly oversized slippers and made your way into the hall. Now it was time to decide whose door you would knock on. Although you really didn't want to admit it, you were scared and tired, so you contemplated your choices.

You could go to Dick's room, but you would need to prepare yourself accordingly. You wouldn't be able to drink anything, because once he had you in his grasp, he definitely wouldn't let you go for a bathroom break. You would also need to prepare yourself to be throw around like a sack of potatoes, because that guy cannot sleep in one position for the whole night. Overall, not worth it.

Jason was an option, but not the best choice. The only reason you watched a scary film in the first place, was because he wanted you to seek his protection and the only reason you didn't want to let him have that was spite. Besides, he was already smug enough, no need to add fuel to an explosion. Hard pass.

Tim is...probably the best option. He's sly enough to know not to tease you too much and can also resist being clingy most of the time. Your only concern was that he would still be up at this time.

And then there was Damian. He wasn't weak per se, but clinging to a twelve year old somehow hurt your pride more than clinging to Jason.

Tim it is.

Making your way to Tim's room was much more uncomfortable than you expected. You kept looking over you shoulder, not being able to escape the feeling of being watched. By the time you were in front of Tim's door, you had almost been sprinting.

You were about to knock on the door when a very enthusiastic Tim opened it and all but dragged you inside. You were pushed onto the bed and told to make yourself comfortable. He swiftly turned off all his devices and joined you.

It took you a few minutes to process the situation you were in, since his actions had been so fast. You were in Tim's bed. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist and his face was tickling the back of your neck. Not what you would consider ideal circumstances, but at least you knew he would keep this a secret between the two of you, right?

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Sorry for the wait! I have finally updated my drive with all my yandere arts. Here's the link!

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Just got out of the theater from ATSV,,,,, WHAT an EXPERIENCE btw,,,, anyways I see that everyone's horny for Miguel to chase them down and I get it entirely but tbh I saw this man and went: it's free father figure

I mean this dude has the pained/disappointed dad thing going on all the time, not to mention his envisioned "perfect happy ending" was having his own family. I want him to adopt me and forcibly keep me in HQ for my own safety SO BAD.

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Alright I'm on my period (pain) and in a monsterfucker mood so, here's how I imagine several of my fave monsters would react to their s/o on shark week

Dragon: I imagine these guys run hot, so you'd have easy access to what's basically a massive heat pack that's eager to please and probably going to be a little smug about it. You are the centerpiece of their hoard and dragons take great pride in keeping what is theirs in top condition. Expect to be pampered as they see fit and to have your every want and desire tended to. Need something? Don't even think of getting up, they'll get it for you. Cravings? Already stocked up on all your favorites. Want comfort? You'll be snuggled up to and curled around like a teddy bear. There will probably be a heat pack for when your dragon can't be around (probably because they're running errands for you), but expect those times to be few and far between. Overall, dragons will take this time of the month as a way to prove just how attentive and capable they are. Please reward with lots of pats and kisses.

Drider: PANIC. Driders have an incredible sense of smell and will know you're on your period the moment that you start. No matter how many times it happens, their first and instinctual reaction to smelling blood on you will always be concern that you've been injured in some way. This feeling can be hard to shake off, so don't be surprised if they get particularly anxious or hovering. Driders take their mate's health very seriously and have no patience for anything threatening that, including you, so you won't have to worry about not having what you need but you will have to worry about upsetting your drider by not looking after yourself to their standard. For example, if you skip a meal under their watchful eyes, you'll be pestered about not getting the energy and nutrients you need until you give in. And big one, take extreme measures to reassure them that you're not overexerting, or you might find yourself relegated to a bed or couch for resting, cocooned until you're deemed ready to get up and not a moment sooner.

Robot: Honestly most of the time you probably think they don't know that you're on your period until you tell them, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. The more humanoid robots/commercial androids will probably act like any other caring human lover, while the less human ones will be curious if the relationship is new and might need some explaining. But no matter the make, your robot s/o will be monitoring your biometrics 24/7 and constantly looking for ways to help. You may not notice, but they'll be setting down a glass of water any time you need to hydrate, organizing your things to make everything easier to find, adjusting the room temperature and humidity and brightness to your liking, and ordering anything you need before you're even aware that you need it. I mean, now that you think about it, when was the last time you needed to restock your painkillers, replace a heat pack, or get more pads/tampons? That's right...

Bonus: Writing "shark week" at the top of this made me think like... wait what about being on your period with a shark mer around. Can I just say there's no way they would be any kind of normal about it. Good luck handling your absolutely fucking feral mer, you're going to need it because the way you smell hits about five different primal urges and every interaction is like spinning a wheel and seeing what you hit. Have fun being either smothered in affection or fretted over or hunted or hunted for or jumped.

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Oh shit oh shit. You push bushes and branches out of your way as you run, frantic in your need to get as far away as possible.

Stalks of tall grass snap against your shins, but you pay them little attention. There are worse things than discomfort to worry about right now, and one of those is currently chasing you down with a love-sick fervor that makes your blood run cold just thinking about it.

"Darling? Darling where are you going?" You hear his voice call out to you, echoing ominously through the trees.

Fuck. He sounds closer than he was before.

"Daaarling. I know you don't mean to upset me." The dangerous undertone to his voice makes a shiver go down your spine, and you push yourself to keep running in spite of your now burning lungs.

"So stop with whatever this is that you think you're trying to do, and we can talk this out."

No, no. He sounds so close, so so close like he's right behi--

A hand grips your upper arm in an iron grasp, pulling you backwards with enough force that you yelp in surprise, tumbling toward the ground. You wince when the impact forces the breath from your lungs in a whoosh that signals your defeat.

You're still stunned from the fall when two hands grab your wrists with near-bruising strength and pin them beside you. Above, he's looking down at you with some unreadable expression that makes you squirm.

"I--I... I'm sorry I just--"

"No." He silences you with a look. "No, love. You--you lost your chance to explain yourself when you kept running when I told you to stop."

"But I--" A finger against your lips shushed you immediately, and when he seemed sure you weren't going to start protesting again, it started trailing down your neck in a slow, deliberate motion.

You suppressed a shiver.

"I think," he said slowly, "you'll have to sleep downstairs for a while. Until you can prove to me that you won't be getting any of your silly little ideas anymore." The hand that was trailing down your neck gripped the neckline of your shirt and pulled you up so you were mere inches from his face, so close you could hear his breath.

"That shouldn't take too long, right darling?" His eyes bored into you, not missing the way you shuddered at his words.

Shakily, you nod, and he makes a satisfied noise before picking you up in a swift motion.

"Good... very good. Now then, it's about time we head back home. I think that was more than enough excitement for today."

You curled up in his arms, numb. Already, you could feel the cool metal of your old restraints clicking into place around your ankle, your neck during bedtime. You didn't think you were going to get another chance like this in a long time... if ever.

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Today I am thinking of: really really obsessive yanderes. Like I’m talking, so utterly and absolutely obsessed with you that they resort to watching you from afar because the very idea of being in close proximity to you is overwhelming. Find them ducking behind walls and peeking out at you across the street, following you home and staring longingly at your windows.

Just the slightest perceived closeness to you has them nearly delirious with joy. Being able to touch the very store item that you held in your hands to consider before putting back on the shelf? Finally finding that exact brand of perfume/cologne you wear? Digging through the trash to find a discarded item of yours? Heaven on earth.

The thought of you maybe, potentially, knowing of their existence? Seeing them? Even talking to them? It’s enough to make them run off, hiding their face in their hands, shaking from just the thought.

Though, you best be careful with these types… the problem with an obsession this strong is, the moment they experience the next best thing, the next level of closeness to you, the more they need it. The more they feel entitled to it. The more it just isn’t enough. Let it go on for too long and they might just want all of you, every part of you and every second of your day, forever and ever and ever.

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A yandere boy in this game

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New blog who dis

Anyways I got tired of sending requests to people only for the asks to get eaten by tumblr so I’m making a blog to write that shit myself. Gotta do everything on my own around here /j