#yandere funny valentine

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

What WOULD'VE happen if its the jofoes who saw a kid up skirting reader aka their darling?

I know they're villains and is very much cruel, but they wouldn't kill a child...right? (1-8, since the jofoes in P-9 haven't been revealed yet.)

Hmmm I could see a couple of instances of that happening, sadly (but I mean they are villains, but some are more restrained than others, perhaps more for image than anything)

Yandere! Part 1 (Pre Vampire) Dio - I could see this going with him yanking the brats hair and shoving them to the ground. It’s fairly easy for him to maintain his positive status to outsiders, so he could have something happen to them later (but I’d consider this the best outcome for that kid).

Yandere! Post Vampire Dio

Big chance this kid may die by being manipulated by Dio himself, he might decide to turn them/zombify them by apologizing and groveling (chance they could attack their own family). There’s also a chance the kid could just flat out be devoured by the other zombies, the blond wouldn’t even flinch at that. If he’s sorely out of patience he might kill/maim them himself, but it never would come to that. Keep in mind Dio was the type to turn a mother into a vampire and she ended up eating her own child.

Yandere! Kars

Absolutely no cares given about slaughtering a child, not even joking here. He only cares about you, not some slimy brat that decided to pull some nonsense on you. He’d probably lick you clean of the blood afterwards as well. No matter how mad or upset you got, would not make him anymore remorseful for the dead body strewn on the ground.

Yandere! Part 3 DIO

You’d more than likely be held captive in the mansion he’s in, within Egypt so this happening is unlikely. But in the unlikely event something like this happens, he’ll state how brazenly stupid such a move was. Unless he can use the kid in someway, he really doesn’t care what happens to them. So he might “punish” the kid as he sees it fit or have a stand user take care of them.

Yandere! Yoshikage Kira

As long as this kid didn’t see his rather “unusual” indulgences in the past, he doesn’t see a need to murder them right there, though I could see him consider it internally, where the kid wouldn’t be seen. He’s absolutely miffed however, and does grab their hand in a painful way though. Gives them the nastiest glare and reprimand there is, and the kid probably runs off heavily unsettled.

Yandere! Diavolo

Doppio is likely the one to take care of this of course, not that Diavolo he himself isn’t miffed. This probably just makes him consider to keep you locked away somewhere permanently. (This probably happens shortly after this little thing). Doppio makes sure to get it through this kids head, with the harshest grip known to man, that you don’t go doing that to anyone. Let alone anyone he or his boss likes.

Yandere! Enrico Pucci

His reaction is interesting, he is irritated perhaps even a bit visibly by this child’s behavior. He can’t let this kid get away with deciding to upskirt his darling either. He also is a priest image wise, so he has that to consider when punishing this adolescent person. He still has a firm grip on them and decides to take them aside and talk. He’ll face away from you while doing so, and moments later the kid is suddenly apologizing. You can’t tell if Pucci has an uncanny knack for speaking with people or if it’s something else. (It’s likely both).

Yandere! Funny Valentine

He’ll stop this kid almost immediately and there’s a sound of a smack to the back of the head. A stern look and a small speech about respect, Funny Valentine somehow manages to make the kid shame with those words. He wouldn’t let the kid run either and would personally escort them back home to their parents. As busy as he is as a president something childish like that won’t be overlooked by him. There’s a brief dark look in his eye, he can pull the strings to make things happen, he just doesn’t feel the need to expend them here. He does ask you to follow him closer for now on, (maybe an extra guard but he finds it more efficient to be the one to protect you)

Yandere! Toru

He certainly doesn’t appreciate it, and somehow they end up tripping or have some little mishap happen. Yet there’s a bit of a hum in his voice when he tells them he shouldn’t be doing such a thing to people. Any anger or frustration that gets thrown off at Toru, he nonchalantly brushes off. Suggesting the kid apologize, and nothing more will come of it. But there is a stern veiled threat in there somewhere that makes the kid decide to walk off.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Platonic Yandere Johnny Joestar Vs Platonic Yandere Funny Valentine over Johnny's long lost little sister reader who ran away from.home after Johnny got kicked out and got into an accident and lost her memories and got adopted by the Valentines.

Hi there, it's been awhile! Glad to see you!

Tried writing amnesia in a more realistic way. So she does remember most of her past.

Familial Yandere brother Johnny and Yandere adopted Father Funny Valentine

When Johnny left he knew it'd hurt his little sister, but he considered that it was the best for her. Without him she'd have no reason to worry.

When he saw her chasing after him he assumed she would go back home once she'd tired herself. He was wrong.

She didn't go back. She kept looking until she sustained a head injury and fell unconscious. Luckily she was in the sight of a coachman who pulled aside and informed the passengers, Mr and Mrs Valentine who quickly brought her in the carriage and had her wrapped in a blanket before changing course to the nearest hospital.

When she comes to they ask her questions. She's able to give a name and vaguely explain that she left home, cannot remember the reason but is firm she can't go back. Doctors say that her head injury has resulted in amnesia.

They leave to talk with one another. It's deeply troubling that a child is in such a situation and don't want to return her incase the caretakers involved are the reason for her running away. That's when Scarlet suggests they take her in, they've been trying for a child for ages and this seems like fate that they found her. Funny agrees and they talk with the doctor to understand the condition more before going back and explaining that they'll take her in.

Due to her condition she has to bring around a notepad with her to help her keep up with what's happening. Now being in high society she struggles to remember certain details or is seen looking back at her note book which some see as rude during events but Funny is quickly able to deescalate the situation.

Scarlet is always pampering her with nice clothes and jewelry as well as doing her and make up before events.

Funny is goes out of his way to help her study or takes her on outing when there is time to spare. During election season he makes a promise to make up time when he can with an activity of her choice.

As a teen he's very worried about her. Barely trusted strangers around her to begin with but now it's worse. At soirees hes alway got an eye on her. Making sure that hes within earshot of her. Making sure no one will try to take advantage of her. Sometimes getting in the way of potential dance partners.

So she decides to claim his promise to watch the steel ball run with him as she tells him that her two older brothers used to ride horses. He agrees, even if she'll need to be seperated.

During the race she hears of a paraplegic contestant and former jockey Jokid. She's drawn in by such determination, unaware of him being her brother.

But eventually she's able to see him at one of the stops. Even greeting him, inspired by his will, he also seems oddly familiar to her. He asks her name and she tells him it's (Y/n). He's shocked realizing that it's his sister but before he can say anything she's called away by a guard by her new last name. This sends him spiraling. Gyro is able get his attention back as to not cause a scene, knowing that something is off with Johnny.

Gyro tried to get Johnny to fess up to what's going on but he refuses. Bottling it up. Mentally he's beating himself up. What happened to her? why the hell was she associated with Valentine now?! He blamed himself, even wondering if this was some kind of sick plan he had up his sleeve or just some twisted joke fate had bestowed him.

All he knows is that he's going to kill that bastard. Especially if he's done anything to her.

[bunnbunnberry]

wavezzzz hiiiii (*chloroforms you*

[yukiicantdraw]

sup broskiis I'm back with more Citrus posting (Crackship between Junpei (Beebo's Oc) Soren (Flurry's Oc) and Otori)

Most of the doodles are from Beebo and flurry because I was busy when Whiteboard started-

ALSO Citrus☆!AU/Idol!AU for the Citrus group >:D

(also technically the bottom message wasn't for the Idol thing but the timing was perfect soooo)

hurray for Citrus ☆ :D

[heliosunny]

Hello! Can I get yandere mydei and phainon with reader is like an otaku? They are nice and all but they absolutely refused to love irl man cuz, "anime is better" you know? The stereotypes weeb? I find it funny as heck, two grown man had to tried their very best to make their weeb crush falls for them which failed miserably when instead of seeing them as this super cool dudes, reader was like:

"if only you were in the anime... I'd buy your merch"

Imma write them as highschool students if that's ok with u :3

Yan!Mydei x Otaku!Reader x Yan!Phainon

The gymnasium echoed with cheers as Mydei and Phainon dominated the court once again. Sweat glistened on their skin, muscles tense as they moved with practiced ease. Their teammates celebrated, their fan club squealed, but neither of them cared about the crowd. Their golden and blue eyes sought only one person.

Sitting on the bleachers, swinging your legs, a bored expression on your face as you scrolled through your phone. Not even sparing them a glance.

Phainon grinned, running a hand through his hair as he approached, brimming with confidence. "So, Y/n, did you see that? Pretty cool, right?"

Mydei, simply stood next to you, arms crossed, golden eyes fixated on your reaction.

You blinked up at them, eyes sparkling—oh? Were they finally getting a reaction? Did you finally see how impressive they were?

"If only you were in an anime..." you sighed wistfully, placing a hand over your chest. "I’d definitely cheer for you."

Phainon's grin twitched. Mydei's expression darkened.

You continued without a care, tapping on your phone. "Like, if you guys were in a sports anime, you'd be the overpowered rivals who secretly train with the protagonist before Nationals. I'd totally have keychains of you two."

Phainon let out a strained chuckle. "That’s... great?"

Mydei exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to grab you and shake some sense into you.

They were real. They were right here. And they were yours.

Yet you still only had eyes for 2D men.

The school hallways buzzed with excitement. Valentine’s Day had turned the campus into a battlefield of love confessions, chocolates, and handwritten letters. And at the center of it all stood Mydei and Phainon.

"Mydei!!! please accept this!"

"Phainon-senpai, I made these chocolates just for you!"

Girls and boys alike flocked around them, hands outstretched, faces flushed with nervous anticipation. Love was in the air—or at least, for everyone except the two athletes.

Phainon’s usual friendly smile twitched as he took a step back, dodging another admirer shoving a pink-wrapped box into his hands. "Ahaha… That’s really nice, but—"

Mydei, less patient, barely spared the gifts a glance. "Not interested" he muttered, voice flat, eyes scanning the hallway for someone else entirely.

But you were already gone.

Slipping out of the school gates, eyes glued to your phone, giggling to yourself.

"Did you see the new release?!" Your voice was excited as you spoke into your wireless earphones, completely oblivious to the chaos behind you. "They finally dropped the limited-edition figures! I need them—no, I deserve them. My husbando has never looked better."

Phainon’s jaw clenched. Mydei’s grip tightened on the unopened chocolate boxes in his hands.

All these people, fighting for their attention, pouring their hearts out.

And you? Once again...

You only had eyes for some… some 2D men.

"We really have our work cut out for us, huh?"

Mydei didn’t reply.

He just crushed the box of chocolates in his hand.

Later that evening, the familiar chime of your doorbell rang through the house. You didn’t move an inch. Why would you? Your hands were busy on your controller, and you were deep in the final boss fight of your new game.

Downstairs, your mother cheerfully opened the door to reveal two towering figures. "Ah, Mydei! Phainon! You’re right on time. Go on up, dears."

They both smiled politely, Phainon with his usual charm, Mydei with a curt nod—but beneath their pleasant exteriors, their patience was running thin.

They knew exactly what you were doing. And they were sick of playing second to a screen.

As they entered your room without knocking (they never bothered anymore—your family practically treated them like members already), the sound of dramatic battle music blasted through your speakers. You didn’t even glance at them.

“C’mon, c’mon…” you muttered under your breath, fingers flying across the controller. “One more hit—one more hit and my husbando is safe—”

Phainon raised an eyebrow at Mydei. Mydei tilted his head toward your console. Without another word, he strode across the room and—

Click.

The screen went black.

You froze. For a solid five seconds, your brain refused to process what had just happened. Slowly, you turned your head, eyes wide with horror.

“…Did you just—?”

Phainon leaned against your desk with a bright, innocent smile. "We’re here to study, remember?" His blue eyes gleamed with something far less innocent.

“I WAS AT THE FINAL STAGE!” you shrieked, clutching your controller like it was your lifeline. “MY HUSBANDO—YOU—HE—"

"You can play later" Mydei said, voice low and firm as he stood beside you, arms crossed. "You’re too distracted."

“I’m gonna burst....oh my god—” You pressed a hand against your chest, genuinely feeling lightheaded. "I was this close to unlocking his final route—"

Before you could combust, the door swung open.

“Kids, I brought fruit!” Your mother’s voice rang out, warm and chipper as she stepped into the room carrying a tray of neatly sliced apples and chilled grapes.

Instantly, you snapped your mouth shut and straightened up, the fury you were about to unleash swallowed back in favor of a tight-lipped smile. "Ah… thanks, Mom."

Phainon beamed at her, sliding easily into his charming persona. "Thank you, ma’am! You’re always so thoughtful."

Mydei gave a small bow. “Thank you.”

Your mom chuckled, clearly delighted. "Such polite boys. Unlike someone who barely leaves their room" she teased before setting the tray on your desk. "Don’t let them do all the work for you, Y/n."

“I won’t” you grumbled, barely resisting the urge to glare at the two towering men beside you.

The moment the door shut behind her, your calm façade cracked. "You owe me a new save point" you hissed under your breath.

Phainon tilted his head, lips twitching into a smug smile. "Maybe if you paid more attention to us instead of your little husbandos, this wouldn’t have happened."

"You two are actual villains."

"And you’re stuck with us," Mydei said coolly, pulling a textbook from his bag. "Now focus."

You swore under your breath. If they weren’t so familiar with your family, you would’ve kicked them out by now.

The next day at school was the same as always—except it wasn’t.

Whispers of a new transfer student had already spread across campus before the morning bell even rang. You hadn’t paid much attention at first (real people were whatever, after all), but that all changed the moment you stepped into the hallway between classes and caught sight of something—

A flash of color. A familiar shape. Dangling from the side of a backpack.

Your favorite limited-edition keychain from Eternal Requiem: Abyssal Code.

You froze. Your mind scrambled to process it. Could it be? Someone else here actually had taste?

Without hesitation, you spun on your heel and marched straight up to the owner of said backpack.

The new transfer student, a boy with messy dark brown hair and sharp green eyes, blinked up at you in surprise as you loomed over his desk.

“You,” you said, pointing dramatically at the keychain. “Where did you get that?”

For a moment, the poor guy looked confused—probably not expecting to be interrogated first thing in the morning—but then he followed your gaze and let out a small chuckle. “Oh, this? Got it from the pre-order set.”

Your hands slammed down on his desk. “YOU KNOW ABYSSAL CODE?!”

The classroom fell silent for a second, students exchanging confused glances, but the boy—Dorian Vance, according to the seating chart—only grinned. “Obviously. It’s my favorite anime this season.”

Your eyes practically sparkled. “No way! Who’s your favorite?”

Recess couldn’t come fast enough.

By the time the break period started, you were perched on the edge of Dorian’s desk, animatedly discussing plot theories, merch releases, and screaming over your shared favorite characters. You had completely forgotten about lunch. About class. About everything except the fact that, finally, someone else understood.

And that was exactly the scene Mydei and Phainon walked into.

The two had planned to find you during recess—after all, you were in a different class, and they hadn’t seen you since the morning. It was supposed to be routine. Just another moment where they could remind you that no matter how much you obsessed over anime, they were still here.

But instead, they found you—sitting way too close to some random guy, eyes bright, voice excited, completely absorbed in a conversation that had nothing to do with them.

Phainon’s usual easygoing smile thinned at the edges, Mydei, standing beside him, clenched his jaw.

Who the hell was this guy? And why did you look at him like that?

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Mydei and Phainon stood near the gates, leaning against the fence as they waited for you. Mydei was scanning the crowd. Phainon, though outwardly relaxed, kept shifting his weight from foot to foot.

You always walked home with them.

But today?

They spotted you further down the path—walking with him. The new transfer student.

The same Dorian Vance who shared your cursed obsession with 2D men. The same one who had occupied your time all through recess, stealing your attention, your conversations, your smiles.

And now, he was walking home with you.

Phainon let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Wow. Look at that. Guess someone forgot about us."

"Y/n didn’t forget. Just distracted."

Phainon glanced at him. "So? What do we do?"

"We fix the distraction."

"That’s what I like to hear."

There was no need to speak further. They already knew the plan. Dorian Vance would not last long. Not in your life. Not in their way.

The next day, Dorian was everywhere.

At lunch, he sat beside you, chatting about the latest anime episode you both loved. During breaks, he showed you fan art he’d found online. He even had the audacity to lend you a keychain of your favorite character. Mydei and Phainon watched it all from a distance.

"He’s really pushing it, huh?" Phainon muttered, tapping his fingers against his desk. His usual bright energy was dimmed.

Mydei didn’t respond immediately, just exhaled slowly, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce. "It won’t last. We just need to help it end faster.”

That moment came after school.

Dorian was at his locker, oblivious to the two shadows that loomed behind him.

“Hey, Vance.” Phainon grinned.

Dorian turned, surprised. “Oh, uh, Phainon, right?”

“And Mydei” Mydei added flatly, stepping closer, golden eyes locked onto Dorian’s with something heavy.

Dorian hesitated. “…Did you guys need something?”

“Yeah,” Phainon said smoothly, slinging an arm over Dorian’s shoulder. “We just wanted to talk.”

Dorian stiffened. “About?”

Mydei leaned in slightly, his presence imposing. “About our friend.”

There was no need to elaborate. The message was clear.

For the next few days, whispers spread through the school.

Rumors about Dorian Vance.

He stole someone’s money. He cheated on a test. He badmouthed teachers behind their backs.

Little things, at first. Just enough to plant doubt. Enough to make people look at him differently. As for Mydei and Phainon? They stayed clean, never directly involved, always just watching.

Dorian caught on fast. The way classmates whispered when he passed, the way people hesitated before speaking to him—it was suffocating. He tried to defend himself, but somehow, no one believed him.

And then, one night, you went to the convenience store.

You were just grabbing some instant ramen and an energy drink when you spotted him—Dorian, hood up, standing at the end of the aisle, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“…Dorian?” you called.

He flinched. Visibly. Then, he did something strange—he looked past you. His face paled.

You turned slightly, only to find Mydei and Phainon standing behind you.

They hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t even moved. But their presence alone was enough to send Dorian bolting out of the store.

“…The hell?” you muttered, watching him disappear into the night.

Phainon clicked his tongue. “Weird guy.”

Mydei grabbed a drink from the fridge, his expression unreadable. “You shouldn’t waste time on him.”

You shrugged. It was strange, but whatever. You had anime to catch up on.

---

The deal was simple.

You’d cheer for Mydei and Phainon at their basketball match, and in return, they’d help you clear the impossibly hard final stage of your game.

So there you were, sitting near the front row, sipping on a vending machine soda, eyes glued to your phone more than the actual game. Every now and then, you’d glance up, mostly when the crowd cheered. Mydei was his usual powerhouse self, effortlessly blocking shots and scoring with a deadpan expression. Phainon, ever the showman, hyped up the crowd with flashy passes and confident smirks.

You were kind of paying attention.

Until you weren’t.

The next thing you knew, a basketball came hurtling toward you—fast. Too fast. You had zero time to react.

BAM.

Pain exploded across your face, sharp and dizzying. Gasps erupted around you as you clutched your nose, head throbbing.

Mydei had been only a few steps away, arm outstretched, fingertips barely missing the ball before it wrecked you. His golden eyes narrowed as he turned to the player who threw it.

Phainon was at your side instantly, pulling your hands away to assess the damage. His expression darkened at the sight of the blood trickling from your nose. "Shit. You okay?"

You barely registered the concerned murmurs around you as you groaned, "Do I look okay?"

The next thing you knew, you were being half-carried to the school infirmary.

The nurse had already seen worse injuries—this was a basketball team, after all. She cleaned you up, gave you an ice pack, and suggested you rest for a bit. Your head pounded, but honestly, you just wanted to go home.

"I’m fine," you grumbled. "You guys need to get back to the game. It’s important, right?"

Mydei didn’t answer immediately, his eyes locked onto you like he was trying to decide whether leaving was even an option.

Phainon ruffled his hair in frustration. "Yeah, but—"

"Seriously, I’ll just head home. Alone." You emphasized the last word, knowing full well they’d insist on escorting you otherwise. "I’ll rest better in my own bed anyway."

For the first time ever, they actually hesitated on leaving you alone.

But the match was important. Their team needed them.

"Fine." Mydei finally relented, but his voice was low, stiff. "Call us when you get home."

"Yeah, and text us if you feel dizzy or something," Phainon added. "Or if—"

"I get it, I get it." You waved them off, already gathering your things. "Now go, before your team loses."

They exchanged glances, clearly not liking this. But eventually, they turned and left.

You made it home safe, which was honestly a miracle considering how dizzy you still felt. All you wanted was to crash in bed, maybe ice your face a bit, and just exist in peace.

But peace?

Not happening.

Because the moment you stepped inside, a high-pitched squeal rang through the house, followed by the overwhelming force of someone tackling you into a suffocating hug.

"Cousin!!!"

Oh no. Oh no.

Your disturbing, overly affectionate, doesn’t-know-personal-space cousin was here.

"W-What the hell—" you croaked, still sore from earlier.

"I missed youuu!" she whined, squeezing you tighter. "Auntie said you were home, so I came to visit! We need to catch up!"

You groaned, barely registering the fact that she was dragging you toward your room. "I just want to sleep—"

"Nuh-uh, no sleeping!" She shut the door, locked it, and immediately flopped onto your bed like she owned the place. "I have so much to tell you!"

And she did. Dear god, she did.

She talked. And talked. And talked.

About her friends. About school. About some guy she was totally not into (but clearly was). All while poking, shoving, and randomly hugging you every few minutes.

You just laid there, staring at the ceiling, regretting every choice in your life that led to this moment.

And worst of all?

You completely forgot to text Mydei and Phainon.

They were worried sick.

The second the game ended, they rushed to your house, only to be met with a locked door and your voice screaming from inside.

"Ahhh—!"

"S-Stop! You’re so—!"

Then a moan???

Both Mydei and Phainon froze.

They didn’t hesitate.

CRASH

The door slammed open with a force that nearly ripped it off the hinges.

Your cousin screamed. You yelped.

And there you were—on your bed, struggling under your cousin’s weight as she attempted to wrestle a pillow from your grasp.

All of you stared at each other.

"…What the actual hell?" Phainon breathed, looking like he was ready to commit crimes.

Mydei just exhaled slowly, like he was counting down from ten to avoid snapping someone’s neck.

"What on earth is going on here?"

Your mother stood at the doorway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

Oh. Oh no.

You all quickly scrambled to apologize as fast as humanly possible.

Your cousin tried to explain. Mydei and Phainon stammered their own excuses. You just wanted the ground to swallow you whole. It took a while, but eventually, after much awkwardness, your mom sighed and just told everyone to get out of your room.

Finally, peace.

As you flopped back onto your bed, you barely registered Mydei and Phainon standing outside your door, still tense, still watching.

Phainon crossed his arms. "Next time, text us."

Mydei just muttered, "We're staying over."

And somehow, you knew you weren’t getting rid of them anytime soon. Damn these annoying real men.

[urprettylildoe]

𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭 (𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵)

yandere anti-cupid × (fem) cupid reader.

Synopsis: you bring couples together and he breaks them apart. A rivalry ensues between the two of you. And while Vexian seems hellbent on destroying everything you've built, we often forget how close hate is to love...or perhaps obsession is a better term.

Contains: yandere thoughts/behaviour, mentions of side character death, blood.

Note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ANGELSSSS ♡ Sorry this came out after valentine's day! I was so busy but here it is. (Wrote this to make myself feel less single) but anyway enjoy!

♡

Strange dreams had been plaguing your mind. And not just any dreams, ones of him.

Vexian, an anti-cupid — whose favourite indulgence was picking apart people's relationships, watching them crumble under the pressure. A heart made of stone, and a head even harder.

Then there's you, a cupid. The embodiment of everything pure and happy, the very person who fosters love. Too sweet, too gullible.

A match made in heaven, right?

You would dream of lips caressing your skin like silk, whispers of sweet promises fanning over your ear. It felt all too real each time you shot up, covered in cold sweat.

But, this couldn't possibly be true. How could it when he glared at you like you were dirt on his shoe?

A being born from evil could not be capable of such tenderness.

♡

A lazy yet smug smile adorned Vexian's lips as he watched the couple quarrel. It was music to his ears, humans unknowingly dancing to his tune like puppeteers.

He doesn't remember the last time there wasn't a hole gaping through his black soul. It was a bottomless pit of hunger. It was only satiated when he fed on heartbreak and grief, and even then it would crave more.

Whether he liked it or not, he had grown addicted to his guilty (or not so guilty) pleasure of having power.

One obstacle stood in the way of getting what he wanted: You. A pretty winged thing who scurried around with a cute arrow and bow, desperate to give everyone a taste of romance.

Too selfless for your own good.

"You're wasting your time, y'know." Vexian drawled, towering over you. The air surrounding the two of you was distorted and sizzling; it pulled you in yet made you uneasy.

"How am I wasting my time exactly?" Your brows furrowed, a pretty pout on your lips that was adorably frustrating.

He could crush you under his foot like a bug, but he doesn't want to. The game is much more fun that way. The silver cracks that ran through his otherwise perfect skin practically glowed. "It's funny, trying to fix things that were bound to break eventually." A finger reached out to twirl a strand of your bouncy hair around it, his thumb rubbing it.

He continued, "Emotions make you weak. They cloud your judgement and do nothing but disrupt the so-called peace you strive for."

Holding your chin high, you attempted a glare that could only do so much to rival the crazed intensity in his. "It makes people happy, though."

"That could only do so much in the long run," his eyes crinkled. "And I can't wait to watch you realise that."

As quickly as he appeared, he vanished.

Back then, you didn't realise that there was something lurking in his eyes while he looked at you.

Perhaps it came from his desire to prove you wrong.

Vexian did everything he could to watch everything you built fall so graciously to the ground. He meddled into all of your relationship, hoping for a disheartened expression. The only thing on your face was a small smile as you continued aiming your arrows at each and every person.

Something fluttered inside of him. You were so fascinating, even more than the night sky he liked to stare at.

He recalled those evenings where he'd come to your place to discourage you, only to find himself in a trance..

The moonlight streamed through the window, bathing you in an ethereal glow. Your lashes cast shadows on your cheekbones as you slept.

And Vexian couldn't bring himself to hurt you.

Other evenings he'd watch over you while you were out match-making, just to quell the storm inside of him.

Perhaps it grew more wild as he left things on your windowsill.

The anti-cupid finally found something new he could study. How could your spells counter his own? What did you have that he didn't?

A new kind of beast awoke inside him. If love was so powerful, then shouldn't he get to experience it firsthand? That sounded only fair.

Yet, he didn't want any kind of love.

No, he wanted yours.

♡

Disappointment washed over you, replacing any initial excitement. Why didn't your arrows work? Why did it turn love into something unrecognisable, monstrous?

All the couples you worked so hard on matching ended up hurting each other. Jealousy would rear its ugly head into their lives, and so would obsession right after.

No, no, you could not fail. This was your one purpose, your true reason for living. If you couldn't fulfill your job, what would you do? Where would you go? What if-

"Hey, hey, relax."

That velvety, haunting voice sounded so deceptively sweet, prompting you to look up into his eyes. For a moment, you were almost fooled...until his hand on your shoulder snapped you out of it.

You wrenched out of his grasp, jabbing a finger into his solid chest. "What did you do?"

He hummed, "I'm not sure what you're talking about, baby." The pure amusement in his voice practically gave it away.

"You did something to my arrows, I-I don't know what it is but you're ruining love." Your voice sounded strained with distress. It could only make him croon. You always gave and gave and gave to those pests, but never got anything in return. He plans to fix that.

Tweaking your arrows was rather easy. A little dark magic here and there then it all fell into place, like a perfect puzzle piece.

Feigning sadness, he sighed dramatically. "And here I thought you'd like what I prepared for you. I just altered it a teeny bit to perfection. After all, shouldn't the feeling of it consume you?"

You flail your arms in wild gestures, "no, it shouldn't."

"Oh?" Then why did he feel that way when he looked at you?

Before he could utter another remark, his gaze drifted over to where you had been staring before he arrived.

A measly man. Was he another one of your projects? Yes, that must be it. It's probably-

You turned to follow his gaze and you stared at the human...

...with hearts in your eyes.

His body froze up. The world around him spinned and the air thickened around him, crackling. He couldn't speak, couldn't think of anything else except you.

How dare you love another? Go against your morals? Lovers didn't betray each other, you knew that.

Fists clenching, he recoiled from your form but you didn't seem to notice, too entranced by the pathetic man. The gears started to turn in his head, jaw clenched.

No one should have your love. You should've noticed him, whose love burned brighter than the stars. But no matter, he will have your love. Vexian will be back soon enough.

After all, Valentine's day was approaching, right?

♡

14th of February.

Romance, love letters, sappy confessions, dates, all of it was on this fateful day.

You had a skip in your step, wings fluttering behind you as felt giddy about your favourite holiday. You got ready — adding a pretty gloss to your lips and a clip to your curls. You wore a short, white sundress for the occasion.

Things were going to be a bit different this year.

It was time you finally rewarded yourself on Valentine's — maybe a cupid could have a chance at love too?

Fluttering around your house, you looked for your bow and arrows. Could have sworn you put them on the vanity-!

They sat proudly, carefully, on the small kitchen table. There wasn't any time to ponder as you reached for them.

A large hand enclosed around yours.

Your breath hitched as the other arm wrapped around your other side, trapping you against the table.

Warm breath fanned over the nape of your neck, "Happy Valentine's day, my love." Vexian pressed a kiss to your temple, making your chest tighten. What is he doing? And why couldn't you bite back?

The lack of response on your behalf only encouraged him to continue, "thought I'd bring you a gift. What kind of lover would I be if I didn't, hm?" You had half the mind to call him out, if it weren't for the supposed present being thrusted into your hands.

A white rose, dripping in crimson.

Your ears rang as the thorns prickled your skin, sending golden blood running down your hands. "What- I-I-"

Vexian hushed, smoothing down your hair, "Shh, baby. I got rid of that pest for us, aren't you happy?" The flower dropped to the ground. Pest, did he mean-

No, no, no. Not him. Please. Your quiet sobs wouldn't come close to the turmoil twisting your very organs around.

"Don't cry, Y/N." He cooed lovingly, cupping your chubby cheeks and squishing them together to form a quivery pout as tears ran down in streaks. This was a nightmare. A terrible one.

You managed to sputter, sobbing, "what have you done?"

His chuckle sounded more like a rumble in his chest, dark wings mocking your tiny ones that he's come to love so much. "What have I done? I made sure no one stood between us anymore." That only made you spiral deeper and deeper, drowning in your tears.

Sigh. "Baby, I understand your hesitation. You fear what you don't understand, right? I do not love like you do. I love like the moon loves the tides—pulling, controlling, devouring.” a soft smile has the audacity to grace his lips, "but the way I see it, you wouldn't need to worry about my loyalty. The devotion I have is eternal, unlike that human."

"He didn't do anything to you!" You bawled hysterically, both because of your demise and the man's. Your shaky hands reached up to grab his, trying to pull them off of you.

"Oh, but he did. He took your attention away, and that alone is unacceptable." He peered into your frightened eyes at such a close proximity, "but enough about him, I want to show my real gift."

Raising his hand, Vexian snapped his fingers. And the world around you spun before collapsing.

♡

You could finally look around, but this was not your home.

The luxuries surrounding you were hard to ignore — walls made out of marble stones and intricate carvings, jewels and expensive trinkets littered the room and a heavenly view was cast outside. This location was too peaceful, too relaxing, too perfect.

Realisation dawned on you that this was no ordinary place, but a palace. You almost forgot about Vexian if it wasn't for his warm hands placing themselves on your waist.

"Do you like it here?"

A sniffle escaped you as your gaze flickered up to him, "W-where are we?"

He spread his arms wide open, a cheek grin making its way onto his features. "Home."

"H-home?!" You repeated a moment after.

"Home," he confirmed. "I made this world for you, for us. Time is a bit different here, but other than that, everything you desire shall be at your feet."

Your body flinches at the impact of his words. This guy expected you to go running into his arms, didn't he?

You whisper softly, "No, I won't stay. What about my life back there?"

"You're still thinking about those pesky humans? Your only purpose right now is to accept my love," he stepped forward, pushing you down on the golden, silk sheets of the king-sized behind, hair spreading out beneath you like a halo.

Struggling under his grasp, you yelled. "And what makes you think I'll actually stay here?" You expected anger, but it never came. His gentleness was a contradiction to his existence, so much that you couldn't believe this was the same man who hated Valentine's day with a burning passion.

Silver eyes gleamed under his tousled locks of black, "you will, one way or another." Slowly, he extracted a blade, shushing your protesting cries with a peck on the nose.

You screamed and thrashed, trying to get him off. "You monster, let go of me!" Hands clawed at his chest, trying to free yourself. It was all in naught though as he pinned you down.

He cut his own palm then did the same to you. Then, he interwined your hands together — silver and gold mixing — before leaning down to kiss you. You turn your head to the side, only for him to grab the back of it and force you to look him in the eye. His fingers tangled in your hair.

"I've waited so, so long to do this. M'not wasting my chances, my love." His lips suddenly smashed down on yours, the kiss speaking volumes.

You tried to break free, but the spell was strong. Your resistance grew weaker and more futile. It was a silence to your pleas. You could no longer flee.

He pulls away, pupils dilated. Finally, you whisper softly, succumbing to your fate, "you don't understand love at all."

Pressing his forehead against yours, he smiled adoringly.

"Then teach me. After all, we have all eternity."

♡

Yours truly,

@urprettylildoe

[callie-the-creator]

the boy from second period

nsfw. mdni. warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, emo oc being delulu, mentions of self harm, brief smut but you’ll most likely miss it if you blink lol, you get the picture.

author’s note: the yandere in this is just an oc i whipped up for the sake of writing some yandere!emo boy hcs— 😭✋🏻 but if i’m being honest, this is more chronological hc stuff. from where he first met you to now.

• elijah was never much of a romantic. in fact, he cursed the name of love…frequently. it was becoming more of a hobby as of late. he was exhausted tired of spending valentine’s day alone, having no one to spend time with during the holidays, or spending so much money on promposals or simply ask someone to a dance only to have them reject him…

— he swore that he wouldn’t lose himself and not develop some crush to save himself from the embarrassment of his affections getting denied. lord knows that he can’t handle rejection well, as he tries to open a vein every time he does…things were better this way.

…

…

…

• that was until a few weeks into his senior year when you suddenly moved from (your school name) to his: willowbrook high.

• he only knew you were new because in the middle of his second period, you came in with a schedule in hand, asking if this was english 11 with mrs. hadley…it was. of course it was.

— at first, elijah paid you no mind. he mentally sorted you into a category with how he saw the rest of his classmates. a waste of his time.

• it didn’t help that mrs. hadley decided it was a great idea to sit you with elijah, given that he sits at a table by himself in the corner of the room. he felt almost embarrassed when he was called out and it wasn’t like he could just say ‘no,’ especially not in front of all these people…so, he endured it.

• for now

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• what followed were two excruciatingly long weeks for poor elijah. the only times you two talked were brief. i mean it. 🥲

“hey!”

“…hello.”

“how are you doing?”

“fine. you?”

“i’m good. thanks for asking.”

• …and then fate had a funny way of twisting things! aka mrs. hadley assigned a partner project to the class, but the catch was that she already picked who people were going to be paired with and shockingly (yet he could see it coming from a mile away), you and elijah were picked to be each other’s partners.

— it flipped his world upside down, completely blindsiding him because this could only mean one thing: elijah was going have to step out of his comfort zone and to be forced to spend more time with you, primarily outside of school. yikes!

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• even though it took a little time, you and elijah started talking more, both outside and inside of school. it even got to the point where he feared that he had grown attached to you, but that’s just crazy talk!…right?

• he would even find himself stalking your socials to learn more about you as a person, so he knows what to not do casually bring up the next time he sees you

• he hated to pat himself on the back, but elijah has deemed himself as the first official friend that you’ve made ever since you came to willowbrook

— but this didn’t mean that he didn’t get jealous.

• you always had ideas on how you two could spend more time together such as giving each other playlists for song recommendations, going to the movies, things like that…but elijah didn’t like whenever you suggested doing something that concerned more than just each other’s company. crowds.

— he fucking hated crowds, mainly the school’s football games because it meant that your undivided attention wouldn’t constantly be on him.

— and it doesn’t help that you are oblivious to his blossoming crush on you and start to swoon over the cute band geeks or football players. elijah felt like a sore thumb, someone not worthy of your time…even though he knows deep down in his heart that you and him are meant to be together.

• if there is a point where he catches you talking with another guy, elijah will give him the nastiest look in all of existence.

— there are a few times where elijah has just flat-out lies to a few of your classmates and told them that you and him were dating just so they would back off. there have been lots of close calls.

• he’s one clingy bastard. he’ll admit that outright.

• after dropping you off at home, elijah will return to his house feeling pent up, and if that happens, he’ll l do one of two things:

use a sharp kitchen knife to carve your name into the thick of his pasty thigh. he will even make sure to cut a giant heart around it for extra gusto. and, yes…he does take photos of his beautiful work. he wants to send them all to you, desperately, but knows that they’ll only scare you off.

wank one off to some photos of you that you either posted or took himself, or into one of your undergarments that he was able to steal. still…his hand and your underwear pales in comparison to what pleasure you could give him. elijah wants to feel your warmth. cuddle you closely and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he presses his naked body against yours.

• he wants you so bad…

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• unfortunately, all good things can’t last forever. the time for the project ended and as expected, you two passed with flying colors, but this didn’t mean that you and elijah stopped contacting each other completely, but it was…different. different from what it was.

— elijah didn’t like that. not one bit.

— he wants to be your boyfriend. he wants to be your boyfriend. he wants to be your boyfriend. he WANTS to be YOUR boyfriend!

• he has even taken up photoshopping as a hobby, so he can edit him into every single photo you have posted. oh, he can’t wait for the day where nothing but your beautiful face fills his camera roll.

— well…more than it does now anyway.

• that’s when he had an epiphany. there is a school dance coming up. as much as elijah didn’t want to blow through his money, he knew that you were worth it. all those lovely conversations you shared with him couldn’t be for nothing, right? you MUST like him back.

• and that’s how he spent the next few nights, thinking of ideas for the board and when he finally had an idea of what he could do, he wasted no time in making it for you.

• when elijah got to school, he made sure to ask you in the morning since he didn’t want to be holding the board the entire day.

• but…

• you immediately shook your head when he popped the magic question.

• he instinctively laughed at this, but not in a condescending way. he just didn’t understand why you were doing this to him. all eyes were on him, not you. you like him back, don’t you, so why are you toying with him?

• seeing that elijah clearly wasn’t getting the hint, you verbally say that you don’t want to go to the dance with him which causes him to freeze up like a scared goat.

• you’re shitting him, right? RIGHT?!

you. bitch.

you’re going to regret saying no to him.

[stove-top96]

what if you did a valentine’s day one shot where the reader gets asked on a date and yandere batfam are not happy about it?

I LOVE your works so far!! I hope that you’re sleeping well and eating!! have a great day/night!!!💜💜💜

-🐈‍⬛

Please, Please, Please

Oneshot

Y Batfam x GN Reader

Featuring Platonic: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

2.5K Words

Masterlist

You glance at the clock—15 minutes tell school is over. To pass the time you doodle on the corner of your notebook. Mr Miller's chemistry class was the worst. His monotone voice could lull anyone to sleep.

Your eyes drift to your desk mate, Parker. They seem just as bored as you, staring blankly out the window. Chemistry was the only class you had without Tim, which left you alone without anyone to talk to. Parker is nice, they’re the only friend you have that’s not already a part of Tim’s circle— If you could call them a friend.

They seemed to catch you staring because they started to scribble something in they’re notebook. A moment later they slid it over to you.

‘You understand any of this’ you smile and glance up at them. They had a cheeky grin. It was cute.

You shake your head and scribble something down. ‘Not a bit’.

They take the notebook back, Parker chuckles as they read your message, rolling their eyes.

“Guess we’re screwed than” they whisper.

You let out a small giggle “guess so”.

The bell rings before you and Parker can chat more. You’re quick to pack up your things, you wanna get home as soon as possible.

You sling your backpack over your shoulder but before you can head out the door Parker speaks up.

”Hey Y/n I got a question for you”

you pause before turning all your attention to them “yeah what’s up?”

”I was wondering…” their voice wavers and their cheeks go pink “well you know how Valentine’s Day is in a few days” Parker stumbles out, fingers tapping on the notebook. you nod.

”I was hoping… you and me could go out together, like on a date” their voice seemed to gain some confidence, and a boyish smile tugs on their lips.

You paused. You haven't really thought about going on a date with anyone, but the more you think about it why would you say no. Parker’s nice, funny, and they’re pretty cute.

You smile “Sure sounds like fun”.

Parker stares at you, wide eyed, like a deer in headlights. You take that as your cue to start heading out.

“Uhh. Yeah we’ll talk more tomorrow yeah?” They stammer.

“Yeah lets talk tomorrow” you call out from the other end of the classroom, before heading out the door.

Walking through the halls you check your phone. It’d been buzzing all class, it had to have been Dick.

<Dick>

Hey baby bird, how were your classes?

I’m in town today and we need to go out.

I Just asked Alfred I’m picking you up today!!

I’ll be waiting outside

Tim’s got a ride so don't worry about him

just you and me today!!

You scoff rolling your eyes. He easily could have sent these as one message, he just liked being annoying.

After putting your books away in your locker, you made your way to the parking lot. It’s packed with people and cars, but before you could spot him.

“Babybird I missed you so much!”

He yelled from across the parking lot, as he leaned against his car. You cringed as students stared at you and him. Could he get anymore embarrassing?

He ruffled your hair as you got into the passenger seat.

“C’mon let's go” he ushered you inside before, racing out of the parking lot.

“So I’m thinking we head to that new cafe you were talking about, and maybe stop by that old bookstore you like so much before we head home.” He keeps his eyes on the road.

“Yeah sounds like a plan” you smile.

He starts talking again, you tune him out. Your mind wanders back to when Parker asked you out. A giddy smile tugged at your lips. It made you feel all warm inside, this will be your first valentine’s on an actual date.

“You spacing out baby bird?” Dick raises a brow.

”sorry, sorry long day” you stammer. Dick makes a face, like he doesn’t quite believe you.

“sure.” His voice is a little irritated. Great, he's already starting to get pissy.

Your family’s always been weird about you. It's probably because you're not a vigilante but you can still take care of yourself.

It’s been getting worse as you get older, they just keep adding rules on top of rules. No going out past 7. No leaving anyone’s side at a gala. Always eat lunch with Tim’. Damian has way less rules than you do, and he doesn’t even follow them. It’s like they're scared to let you grow up.

Lately it’s been worse. Conversations stop once you enter a room. Touches lingering a little longer than normal. Eyes lingering for too long.

Whatever you’re used to their overprotectiveness.

It’s why you plan to keep your Valentine’s Day plans to yourself. You can just imagine everyone’s reactions. Dick will probably get super clingy. Tim will pull up their search history. Damian will go on a rant about how Parker doesn’t deserve you. Jason might corner them in some alley. and Cass will have that disappointed look on her face, the kind that makes you feel horrible.

Bruce might even ground you.

“Yeah” Dick’s grip tightened on the steering wheel tightens “no way” he mutters to himself.

Dicks muttering snaps you back to reality “what did you say?” You ask.

He forces a smile “Oh nothing baby bird, just excited”

You and Dick make it back after a few hours, and you’re exhausted. He took all across Gotham, trying to any and everything with you. It’s pretty obvious that he was trying to make up for lost time. He’s been in Blüdhaven more often.

by the time you step through the front door you want nothing more than to calloused into bed.

Instead you’re greeted by Damian. Judging from the scowl on his face he’s more pissed off than usual

Damian crossed his arms. ”You said you’d only take them out to eat.” He scoffed.

Dick slid off his shoes lazily , not even bothering to look up.”We were having too much fun and lost track of time.” Dick forced laughed.

Damian doesn’t move. ”You were gone for nearly 3 hours.” His voice is flat, clearly not buying the excuse.

“It’s my fault” you chime in, trying to diffuse the tension. Damian’s head turns toward you, his expression softens. “I asked Dick to drive me all over town” you smile, Dick ruffles your hair before heading down the hall. Damian doesn’t spare him a glance, his eyes locked in on you.

You start to make your way to your room, Damian follows— of course.

”you promised to be my model for my newest painting. When do you expect to make it up?” He asks. You hum “After dinner? You’ll still have a few hours until patrol”.

He pauses for a moment “I suppose that will work.” He says, the faintest smile forming on his lips.

You grip the handle of your bedroom door, praying you’ll get some alone time for once.

You don’t.

As you step inside Damian follows, his sharp gaze assessing the space. You sigh but don’t say anything.

Dinner should be ready in an hour, Damian’s not gonna leave anytime soon. might as well scroll through your phone in the meantime.

You and Damian head downstairs and as you make your way to your seat the conversation at the table does. everyone's eyes flicker towards you. You raise a brow but before you can say anything Alfred pipes up.

”I cooked your favourite tonight master y/n” he says, as if nothing is off.

You smile, shaking off the tension. “thank you Alfred”

As you go to take a bite you notice Jason’s gaze. it’s not his usual lazy smile. It’s sharper, more intense, watching. Did something happen? His anger is almost never directed towards you. Did Bruce say something?

Before your mind starts to wander your eyes glance towards Cass, she’s frowning like she’s almost disappointed in you but not quite.

“How was school today y/n?” Bruce’s voice cuts through the silence.

Everyone’s head turns to look at you. Waiting, as if they’re expecting something.

It’s fine you’re used to your family being weird like this.

You take a sip of your water ”it was fine” you force a casual tone. There is no way you can let them know about Parker.

Jason tilts his head “Nothing exciting happened?” He asked, studying your face.

You swallow “No not really.” You take another bite of your food, praying they don’t press the issue any further.

The family shares a look, silent but you noticed.

you pretend you didn’t.

Dick tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. But everyone seemed to be too lost in their thoughts to put in much effort.

The air remains heavy, the tension is palpable, and you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

It was the longest family dinner ever.

As the week drags on your family grows more intense.

It’s different this time.

They watch you closer, you never get any alone time. Even after spending more time with them than usual, they still expect something from you.

But what?

You don’t have time to think about that, todays the 14th, your first real valentine’s date. And you have everything planned.

At lunch you subtly drop a hint to Tim that you have this big chemistry project due tomorrow. Then after Lunch you’ll text Bruce and Alfred that you'll be home late, ‘working on it’. Bruce might check in with Tim, but Tim will confirm your story.

It’s practically fool proof.

Excitment courses through you all day. You have chemistry next, so you’ll be able to see Parker. You were just so excited— you deserved this.

At lunch Tim did not seem amused, in fact he looked quite pissed.

When you told him about your ‘Chemistry project’ he just forced a simile and nodded, he didn’t say anything for the rest of the period.

You didn’t pay him much mind though, you were to focused on your date.

As you walked through the halls to your chem class you kept glancing at your phone, waiting for Bruce’s response.

<y/n>

I have this super big chemistry project due tomorrow. My partner and I are gonna work on it together after school.

They’ll give me a ride back, don't worry.

<Bruce>

Ok, Tim will wait for you.

Shit.

what were you gonna do now? Tim was already onto you, there’s no way you’ll be able to go out now.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice Parker sitting down.

“Hey y/n you okay?”

You frown ”I don't think we’ll be able to go out today, my family is on my ass right now”

Why can’t you just have one nice thing, for once?

”oh” Parker pauses, they fiddle with their bag. Parker’s clearly upset about the situation as well. Then suddenly their face lights up.

Parker grins ”What if we go right now?” they exclaim. Quickly packing up their things.

You blink “What do you mean?”

“There’s only 10 minutes until class starts. We can leave right now and the teacher will never know” Excitement exudes from their voice.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

you’ve never even thought of skipping class before. You family would kill you.

But then again they’re the ones that never let you do anything. They control everything

So who cares what they do, you want to have fun.

A grin tugs on your lips. You scramble to pack up your stuff “sure lets do you”.

Parker gives that same childish smile from when they asked you out.

Despite the small voice telling you this is a bad idea, you felt excited, giddy.

you felt free.

You race to Parker’s car. A mix of adrenaline and excitement made you run faster than you ever have before.

Behind you, Parker struggled to up ”Jesus, Y/n— I’ve never seen you run so fast before” they gasped, hands on their knees trying to catch their breath.

You chuckle “sorry I got excited”

Parker shakes his head, same childish smile on their face as they unlock the car, before sitting on the driver’s side.

Before you get in you look back at the school. A shiver runs down your spine and a little voice whispers at you to turn back.

For a moment you pause. If you turn back now you wont be in any trouble.

You shake it off and hop into the seat.

+++

A cozy cafe would be the best choice. It’s close to the school you’ve been there a couple of times, and the food is really good.

As they pull into the parking lot you’re nervous. This is your first date, what is supposed to happen? What’s even the proper etiquette?

You shake your head and brush those thoughts away.

As you and Parker walk inside, you relax. The cafe is warm, with subtle pinks and blues on the wall. It smells like coffee and pastries. Parker picks a table near the back, and you settle down across from them.

Conversation between you two just seems to flow. You never realized how funny they are until today.

Any doubt you had washes away.

Once you’re finished giving the waitress your order, you take a sip of water enjoying Parker’s company. Then the bell to the door jingles.

You briefly glance up— just to see who’s there.

Bruce. Jason. Dick. Tim. Cass. Damian.

They stand in the doorway, eyes locked in on you. Their faces are unreadable.

your stomach drops.

You’re stuck. frozen like a deer in headlights, under the weight of their stare.

How did they know?

They make their way over to your table.

Bruce stops in front of you, towering over the table. “I’m disappointed y/n” his voice is monotone, but you can see the crinkle in his brows.

you just stare back at him. Too stunned to speak.

you try say something, anything. But the words die in your throat.

Dick grabs your arm, his grip is soft but firm. ushering you out of your seat.

Dick and Damian walk you out. You don’t resist, you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Before you walk out the door you glance back.

Parker is surrounded.

Bruce says something too low for you to hear. Your chest sinks. You can only guess what they’re saying to them.

They look petrified.

It feels like an eternity before everyone else gets into the car.

“You’re grounded” Bruce states. A faint smile, barely there tugs at his lips.

You want to disappear forever.

Being grounded meant one thing.

You’ll never be alone again.

Tears start to slide down your checks, your voice wobbles ”I’m sorry— please don't ground me”

No one speaks.

No one listens.

You glance out the window, watching your freedom slip away.

I got my first request done!!!!!! As you can tell I need a lot of practice with writing short stories/oneshots. I suck at making things fast paced but I did my best. I hope you like it 🐈‍⬛ anon, tysm I had a lot of fun writing it. I also kept Parker GN so that way the reader can truly be any self insert. I’m working on CH. 03 of wicked Game rn so that’ll be what I post next. But if you have any ideas send a request I need more practice.

Also 215 followers! Thank you!!!

[fancyfeathers]

Fun House

Yandere!Ringmaster/Serial Killer Dick Grayson x Vigilante/Former Robin!Reader

Based on my Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU

Yandere!Ringmaster Dick Grayson

Yandere!Crime Lord Jason Todd (Coming Soon)

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake (Coming Soon)

Yandere!League of Assassins Heir Damian Al Ghul (Coming Soon)

T//W- Nothing besides classic yandere content

“Dad, I’ll be fine, I’m just meeting a few friends.” You responded to your adoptive father as you rode in the backseat of the car that your butler drove, taking you to the address of the small park your friend texted you for a small get-together for your birthday. “I’ll be back before three, how about that?”

“Midnight, I don’t want you out by yourself right now, I am working on-“

“Let me guess, a dangerous case?” You heard a hum from your father on the other end of the line, you sighed, resting your head against your free hand, looking out over the streets of the outskirts of Gotham. “Dad, I get that you worry about me, but I was the first of your little birds and just because I am out of costume doesn’t mean I can’t handle myself, besides I have Alfred on speed dial.”

“That she does, Master Bruce.” Alfred chimed in from where he sat in the driver’s seat of the car. “And I trust the young lady will be able to handle herself, she is no longer a child and she will have her friends with her.”

“Friends who were criminals.”

“Former criminals, and it’s not like you can judge me with your relationship with Miss Kyle.” You could practically feel his glare that you would receive from him if you were talking to him in person and not over the phone. “Look fine, I’ll be back at midnight and if I’m not I was probably kidnapped.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It is…” You glanced out the window of the car, seeing your friends, leaning up against their cars, waiting for you, all of them dressed up for your night out. “Hey Dad, I gotta go, love you, I’ll call you if something happens, don’t worry.” You pressed the red end call button before your adoptive father could respond, you leaned over the front seat, giving Alfred a quick side hug before you reached over to open your door. “See you, Alfred.”

“Have a good evening, Miss.” You noticed he had a certain tone in his voice, he was slightly worried. You glanced back at him through the open door after you stepped out of the car. “Do be careful, no more than two drinks if any at all.”

“Mkay, but I doubt I’ll drink, I want to go out after I get back… you know what I mean.”

“I do, but be careful, yes?”

“I will be.” You smiled back at Alfred before glancing back at your friends who were all waiting for you and then back at Alfred. “I’ll see you back at the manor.”

“I will have some tea ready for you when you return, Miss.”

“Thank you.” You finally closed the back car door, stepping away from the black car. It was around sunset, and you were walking across the grassy expanse to where your friends were parked, it was a makeshift parking lot, the kind for traveling attractions, and in this case it was a circus and carnival, a little outing for you and your friends. You were dressed up in a little light blue sundress, white boots with white fishnets to match, finally a headband and bag to match your dress, fitting for a warm summer night, but that bag did not just have money or your lipgloss, but also your suit, as in your suit for vigilantism. You were once your adoptive father’s sidekick, the first Robin at the side of the Batman, but now you have long passed on that mantle, and now you use the name of Dove during your work. Your father would not be happy if he found out you brought along your suit, as much as he was worried about you, he also wanted you to have fun and not ruin your night by getting overly worried and going on patrol.

“Girl, you are late again.” One of your friends spoke up, Valentine, he stood up from where he leaned against his car. Valentine was the son of some wealthy couple who owned a five star restaurant in Gotham, he had a bit of a rich kid phase awhile back which caused him to steal a few pieces of rather expensive jewelry and soon enough he got caught, but he had long moved past that when he became friends with you after he met you as Dove. “Please tell me you weren’t running around in that suit of yours.”

“Na, she wouldn’t ditch us.” Another one of your friends, Alice, chimed in, standing up from where she sat in the grass. She was another rich kid who did some stupid things when she was younger and one time it went too far and you had to save her from really hurting herself and someone else. “Cmon, I’m starving…”

“Babes, carnival food? Really.” The last of your friends, nicknamed Angel, was already standing as she spoke, adjusting her makeup in the side car mirror. Now she was always sweet, it was her parents who were not so nice, they got exposed last summer for being responsible for the destruction of one of their apartment buildings for the insurance money, but it killed all of their former tenants. Now after the money settled in court, she was the owner of a small fortune. “I only want the cotton candy, trust me anything else is not worth it.”

“Maybe we can just go have some fun?” You finally spoke up, adjusting the miniature backpack you brought along. “We should take some photos, besides it would be a good post if I need an alibi.”

“Once a vigilante, always a vigilante.” Alice laughed, linking her arm with your own, leading you as she skipped along with your other two friends following close behind as you made your way into the carnival.

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“Angel, you realize carnival games are just a scam, right?” You laughed as you watched Angel threw another baseball at a milk jug, just missing it. She turned around to look at you, tossing the last ball to you, which you caught easily with your reflexes.

“Then you do it, if you are so confident.” The blonde girl steps aside, gesturing for you to step up to the plate. You gave her a side eye as you rolled the ball over in your hands, looking over the balls in their single line. You swung your arm, throwing a curveball and knocking over the bottle at the end, it caused a domino effect, knocking over the bottles rapidly until they were all down. You glanced over at Angel, who was wide-eyed, and you just smiled at her and she rolled her eyes. “Show off.”

“Now, there is no need to be a sour sport.” A voice chimed in from right behind you and you never had been so caught off guard in so long, it was strange and you did not like it, especially since you were always supposed to be on your guard. You turned your head around, behind you stood a man, most likely one of the performers at the big top, judging by the dark blue coat he wore with those gold detailing and the costume top hat he held in his left hand. He smiled at you in particular and just something about it gave you a chill up your spine. “Nice throw.”

“Thank you, I played softball in high school.” You had to remind yourself to put on that ditzy persona you had around strangers, the daughter of the billionaire, philanthropist, former playboy turned father, Bruce Wayne. That cutesy ballerina persona that you made for yourself on your social media pages, how the gossip magazines portrayed you, and how every citizen in Gotham saw you as. “I’m guessing you work here?”

“More or less… I run the place, I’m also the ringmaster at the big top.” You faked a gasp as he chuckled at your reaction, and you felt a little flustered as he took your hand, and raised it to his lips to place a kiss on the back of your hand. “Richard Grayson, but most people call me Dick, and if I had to guess you are the Wayne daughter I heard who was coming.”

“I…I didn’t post anywhere to say I was going to come.” At first you almost let your natural suspicion peak through but you masked it with a bashful giggle as if you were playing a game and lost or got caught.

“Let’s just say I know my guests very well.” He glanced over to the runner of the game stall and gave him a nod. Your body stiffened up as Dick placed his hands on your shoulder, turning you around to face the game again just as the man behind the counter handed you a ginormous stuffed bear, it was probably three halves your size, you could barely wrap your arms around its neck as your grabbed you and you would have stumbled back if it was not for Dick supporting your shoulder, or at least you acted like you did, got to stick to appearences. “The perfect gift, for the perfect girl.”

“Well aren't you sweet-”

“Guys! Guys, problem!” you heard the familiar voice of Alice call out to you and Angel, you both looked over to where you heard her, seeing her running your direction with a clear worried expression on her face. She caught up to you two and just as she did you felt the ringmaster’s hands slip away from your shoulders and when you looked back at where he stood, he was gone, like he vanished into thin air. You looked back to Alice, who was huffing to catch her breath. “Something’s wrong… I-I… Val and I got separated a-and I couldn’t f-find him and-”

“Alice, breath.” You finally dropped the ditzy persona, placing a hand on her shoulder while your other arm was wrapped around the oversized stuffed bear’s neck. “Calm down and tell me what’s-”

“Valentine’s missing, damnit!” Alice cried out, her voice trembling and on the verge of tears. Your eyes narrowed, glancing around ad seeing people were looking at you all and you looked back at a very shaken up Alice.

“Let’s get you back to the car, you should go home once you calm down.” You spoke to her, leading the way back out to the grass parking lot as Angel wrapped her jacket around Alice. “Angel and I can find Val and we’ll drive back with him, kay?”

“O-okay.”

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You and Angel walked back onto the carnival grounds, you left your stuffed bear along with Alice in her car, so she would have something to hold on to and hug while she was in her panicked state, and tried to calm down before driving home. Everything now felt a bit more unsettling as your detective instincts kicked in, now a part of you was even grinning at the fact that you brought along your suit.

“Hey, I think Val mentioned something about meeting up at the big top in case any of us got lost.” Angel brought up, glancing at you as your eyes scanned over the carnival as if it was one of your crime scenes. “I’m no detective, but maybe he just got lost and is waiting there for us and no offence to Alice but she is kinda an… airhead.”

“Maybe you’re right, I’m probably overthinking all of this.” You sighed and shook your head, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that was building up inside your gut. “It couldn’t hurt to check it out.”

…but that guess was wrong, Valentine was not waiting outside the big top tent.

You sighed as you glanced over the scene, hardly making anything out between the people in the crowd who were walking into the tent to see the circus show. Well, after a second glance, you did notice one thing, on the dirt ground that led into the big top that led into where people could sit up in bleachers, you saw Valentine’s heart-shaped sunglasses on the ground and it was hard to make out in the carnival’s lights but you swear you saw something on them. You grabbed Angel by the wrist and pulled her into the tent, quickly bending down as you walked to scoop up the sunglasses. When you glanced back, you realized you would not be able to push your way through the crowd of people behind you two.

“I guess we’re watching the circus.” You sighed and led Angel to the closest seat you two could get in the front row that was near the tent’s exit. You two sat down and Angel glanced over your shoulder as you looked over Valentine’s sunglasses, your finger trailed over what you spotted on the frames of the glasses, it was a liquid and you smeared it over your finger to bring it up to your nose to smell and a nauseous feeling came over you as you realized what you were smelling. “That… that’s blood.”

“Oh god…”

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You could hardly pay attention to the acts unfolding around you, you knew for certain that something was most definitely rotten in this place. Both you and Angel did not feel good walking in that tent, and you certainly did not like the glances and smiles that the ringmaster gave you during the show.

“Let me guess, the circus isn’t exactly your thing?” You were pulled out of your mind as the ringmaster stood over you, you must have been distracted with your mind, and you looked up to him, ignoring the daredevil act unfolding behind him, after all, messing around on motorcycles was something you did on the nightly. The ringmaster sat down between you and Angel. His hand coming to squeeze your cheeks. ”You know it’s my job to make people smile, right?”

“I know that.” You forced a little smile, trying your best to keep up the ditzy act, but your exhaustion was clear. “I’m just tired.”

“Hm… will you smile if I give you a gift.”

“Sure!” You chirped up and he smiled and flipped his top hat off of his head and popped it onto your own head. The hat was far too big on you, slipping down your forehead to almost cover your eyes, but he flicked it up so it rested somewhat comfortably on your head. You gave a little giggle as he stood up from next to you. “It’s a bit big on me, don’t you think?”

“A bit.” He smiled, waving off as he jumped back into the circus ring. “Keep my hat warm for me, I’ll be back for it at the end of the show.”

“I will!”

God, you wanted to get the hell out of here.

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“Hey, I need to run to the bathroom,” Angel said, glancing at the only permanent building on the grounds, a unisex bathroom building. “Can you wait outside? I don’t want to be alone right now with Val…”

“Yeah, I’ve got your back.” You nodded, and you watched as Angel jogged over to the restroom. You slowly walked behind a million thoughts running through your mind. You would need to get Angel to the car, you had Valentine’s keys in your bag, so she could drive home and you could call home for a ride before you got suited up because this was a case for a proper detective.

After a few minutes, you felt an uneasy feeling, Angel was in the bathroom too long. No one was really around the bathroom, and breaking bathroom locks was child’s play to you, even as Robin. You rammed your elbow down on the doorknob, breaking it clean off, if Angek was using the restroom, you would apologize and get her something to make up for it, but-

You almost vomited when you saw the bathroom absolutely drenched in blood, but no body. There was a high and narrow window above the sink that was open, letting a cold breeze into the bathroom.

There was too much blood for Angel to be alive, and the walls must have been soundproof so you would not hear a thing, but whoever the murderer was must still have had blood on them which gave you a target. You slammed the broken door shut and you wasted no time to strip out of your civilian clothes and into your suit, if you could not find them as the eldest Wanye daughter, then you would find them as Dove. You leaped out of the open window, climbing up onto the roof, and it only took a few seconds for you to be noticed by civilians, and you heard all the shouts and fingers pointing towards you and normally you would smile with a little girl tugging on her mother’s arm and point up at you and telling her to look up at Dove, but you just could not pretend right now with one, most likely two, of your friends were dead.

This was certainly not a fun night out.

You gazed over the crowd, and you noticed something strange, the game stalls were being closed, and the tents and other attractions were being shut down. Your eyes landed upon the tents that the circus crew stay in, in particular one tent that you noticed had a light on inside of it, it was so bright that you managed to make out a silhouette of someone inside.

You leaped from the building, dashing towards that small tent off on the outskirts of the circus grounds. It would be difficult to take them by surprise and listen in, so you decided to skip that courtesy. You pushed open the flaps of the tent, nothing exactly felt out of the usual in plain sight, but there was the ringermaster, Dick, sitting down on a what was a pretty nice cot. He had already taken off his outer layers and changed into a pair of sweat pants, so if anything he was dressed pretty comfortably. He immediately stood up as if startled at your sudden appearance.

“You… you are one of those heroes… right?” He looked over you, a concerned look upon his face, as he walked over to you as you walked in, looking over the tent for anything suspicious, anything at all. “Did something happen, is someone in trouble?”

“Yes, there were two possible murders tonight, do you know anything, sir?” You questioned as your eyes narrowed upon something under his bed.

“No ma’am, if anyone-”

He fell silent as you reached under his bed, and you pulled out the thing you saw under the bed, the dark blue coat he was wearing earlier that day, only now it was drenched in blood. You held it in front of him for him to see, narrowing your eyes at him from underneath your mask.

“Are you sure?”

There was a moment’s pause before Richard lunged at you, and he was a lot stronger than you expected, as he tackled you to the ground, his forearm coming to pin down your neck, cutting off part of your airflow, and panic set in as his fingers of his free hand touched your mask. You tried to grasp at him, but your punches felt like they were hitting iron as they hit his arms.

“One identity is revealed, it is only fair that the other is shared-”

“NO!” You screamed bloody murder, but as if on instinct, you raised your knee into his gut, which toppled him off of you, but every action has an equal and opposite reaction. You felt the mask peel off from the skin around your eyes, and your hands came up to cover your face, but only for a moment because the next second he grabbed your arms and pinned them down beside both of your head, his face must have looked as horrified as yours was.

“No, no, no, no! Not you!” He screamed between clenched teeth, you felt sick, and you did not know what to think at his pained expression, like as if he was the one who just had his friends murdered. You expected him to fall weak to let you go, but in the blink of an eye, his hands were off your arms and grabbed either side of your head to bring it harshly against the ground…

Everything felt fuzzy, painfully so…

You have been knocked unconscious before, but this time just made you feel bitter.

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You felt sick to your stomach as you opened your eyes, you were most likely concussed from what you could tell, but something felt strange, you were not back at the manor, and you certainly were not at the circus. You were lying on something soft, like a bed, but your surroundings did not look exactly like a bedroom, it looked like a blurry and emptied out storage closet.

“Why… why did it have to be you?” You jumped as you heard his voice again, your vision was just clear enough to make out his figure sitting on the bed as well. “You were just like me… why?”

“W-wha-”

“My parents, they were acrobats… it was at a performance and they were murdered right in front of me… just like your parents were…” Your face must have dropped when you heard him say that, your vision finally cleared up enough to see his face, which was wet with tears, looking back at you. “Your parents… they were those scientists who were killed… you know what it’s like.”

“N-no…”

“All those disgusting, horrible people in the world… those people who think they can get away with anything they want… they deserve to die…”

“Stop it.”

“Like your friends.”

“Shut up.”

“They were responsible for people dying and suffering.” You felt sick to your stomach as you felt him talk about them like that, but then he looked at you with adoration in his eyes. “But you… I’ve heard about you… the sweetest person I’ve ever seen… you even risk your life to save other people.”

You feel like you are going to vomit any second, as your vision finally clears fully, you are indeed in a bed like you thought, in some warehouse closet. The bed is full of plushies, stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes, including that stuffed bear you left in the car with Alice, the only way he could have that is if he…

No…

A sob slipped from your throat as you slowly came upon the realization that all your friends were dead and that you failed to save them, you failed at your job, the job you took in order to protect people from suffering. Your hands fell into your hair, tugging at the strands in your pain and frustration, but you heard Dick coo at you and scoot down the bed to come in oder to sit beside you, his fingers pulling your hands away from your head in order to provent you from hurting yourself.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re safe, you’re in the circus’ storage warehouse out in Bludhaven, no one is going to hurt you here.”

“Why… why kill them?”

“It’s what I always do, if someone deserves to die and they come into my circus, then they die.” He cupped your cheek, leaning forward to press his forehead against your own. “I do it to protect who they have hurt… just like how I am going to protect you… it’s my job to make you smile.”

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Funny valentine: (name) please..i love you so much that it physically hurts me, please accept my love, (name)...

Reader: don't you have a wife?? 🤨

Funny valentine: i don't know what you're talking about..

Proceeds to write on a divorce paper and immediately sends it to scarlet

Saved this for today since it’s the 4th of July.

Reader: *gets Scarlet to try and convince her husband to not divorce her* *you even plead how good of a couple they are, she knows him better than you do*

*proceed to butter her up too much*

Scarlet: I like your spirit, but it’s cute you think you can run off just like that. You won’t get married outside of myself or my husband , he won’t allow it. I could shield you, that’s the best thing you have right now. Reader: *looks at Scarlet freaked out* I- I can’t possibly stay here…

Scarlet: *expression softens she’s totally enamored with you* You still want to run anyway? I won’t stop you, *she proceeds to pull out a small piece of paper to write on it* “however, I have something in mind…”

she hums a short moment later sliding said bit of paper to you.

Scarlet instructs you to go to this address and that someone will be there to help you.

Scarlet: I’ll propose something to my husband, a wager of finding you. We’ll work separately,

Reader: that sounds insane!

Scarlet: Not as insane as you running away without a plan, this is the federal government we’re talking about here dear y/n. If my husband is head over heels for you as you describe then you’re doomed from the start.

She hurt to see the look of defeat on your face, the way you were vulnerable right in front of her. No wonder her husband liked you,

Whether you liked it or not, this probably was the greatest chance at freedom you had. But you couldn’t help but feel you were only marginally safer with Scarlet than Funny Valentine. Shakily you accepted her offer and she guided you out of her room and out the building. Making sure not a single guard would see you.

Funny Valentine later approaches her asking where dearest y/n went. Scarlet: Let’s talk about that shall we? *She gestures at the divorce papers* I’ll protect y/n one way or another as best as I can, to give them a chance to run away from you. They’re so cute I couldn’t stand to just squash their sense of hope right in front of them. I know how you work after all dear,

Funny Valentine : *His eyes furrow looking at his current wife in front of him* Are you trying to suggest something here?

Scarlet : *Nodding confidently* See normally I’d be upset at such an announcement you handed me, but something about seeing y/n coming through the door and begging me to talk some sense into you, stirred certain emotions within me. They listed everything about how I knew you so thoroughly like a lovely wife should, they paid attention…

Her fingers tapped on a nearby table she was leaning on

“I’d like to propose a wager on y/n, I’ll help her from my side, not once do you interfere in my end. However, you can continue looking for her however you see fit outside of that. If you find them, I’ll gladly sign the divorce papers you have served me…”

Funny Valentine : then I presume we’d stay married as long as they’re still on the run.

Scarlet : Either way, it works out for both of us. I won’t be having them marry anyone else, I’ll likely have them come back somewhere around this area, if I win. Not “here” so to speak, if they hold out long enough.

Funny Valentine: I’m sensing a time limit as another condition to potentially win.

Scarlet: more so for me to fall back on, but yes, about a year should do it. If I manage that I get to do what I see fit with them, as I suggested moments ago, with moving them back here. You’d still get to see y/n even, you have the simple restriction of being unable to marry them

If you manage to foil me and find them first, then they’re all yours my lovely husband.

Funny Valentine : So interesting….and such a clever way to torture me. Yet, a fitting punishment.

Scarlet: Are you’re changing your mind on this? You can just let them go and everything would be fine

Funny Valentine : *shaking his head* No, it’s the opposite I agree to your terms, testing me on my desire for y/n. Perhaps even you’re testing yourself here, I find it fascinating…

*In your desperation to run away you somehow made everything worse for yourself*

[hp-hcs]

teenage dirtbag — yandere! asshole! theodore nott x obsessed! gn! reader x barely mentioned! enzo berkshire

requested

y’all be writing some long ass requests, so i’m posting this without the ask ✌️🥲

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“He’s not a slut!”

“Yeah, well, you only think that ‘cause you want him to sleep with you.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m not just in it for the sex, dipshit.”

Harry snorted. “You’re also not not in it for the sex.”

“Are you calling me a slut now?” You asked, pressing a hand against your chest in mock-offense. “I thought we were friends, you two-faced bitch.”

“Anyways, my point being,” Ron interrupted. “He’s a violent manwhore druggie with a superiority complex and daddy issues. He’s a serial cheater, a Slytherin, and a literal Death Eater, Y/n.”

You nodded in acknowledgment as you thought about the very valid points he brought up. “Yeah, but he’s hot.”

“I swear to Merlin, Y/n-”

~~~

“‘…I think you’re really cute and funny, and-’”

“What are you idiots doing?”

“You’ve got a secret admirer, Notty-boy,” Mattheo snorted, waving the letter he was holding.

“‘Secret’.” Draco mumbled, putting the word in air quotes.

The rest of the boys crowded around Mattheo, snickering as they read the love letter over his shoulder.

“You’ve even got flowers, Theo,” Blaise pretended to swoon. “How romantic!”

“L/n’s fuckin’…obsessed, man,” Mattheo shook his head in disbelief as he looked up from skimming the letter in order to point to the small pile of Valentine’s Day gifts that had been left on Theo’s bed.

Theodore groaned. “Salazar- I just don’t understand how they don’t get that I’m not into them.”

“Problems in your love life there, Nott?” Draco teased.

“They’re just so…clingy. And obnoxious. Constantly following me around ‘n shit.”

“Yes, having someone who’s head over heels in love with you must be so difficult,” Enzo deadpans. “However do you manage to survive?”

“Oh, shut up,” Theo scoffed.

~~~

“Here comes your worshipper, Nott,” Malfoy snickers, surreptitiously pointing towards you, who was making a beeline over to the Slytherin table.

“My- ah, shit.”

Theo frowned in annoyance as his friends burst into raucous laughter.

“Hi, Nott!” You greeted cheerily, a light blush on your face. “I was wondering if you’d like to go down to Hogsmeade to get a butterbeer with me?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your feeble attempts at flirting. It was common knowledge that Theodore Nott didn’t do committed relationships, so why were you still trying?

“No.”

Your face fell. “Oh. Alright, then.”

Enzo glanced over.

“Next weekend maybe?” You tried again hesitantly.

“Merlin- You’re pathetic, L/n,” Theodore finally snapped. “How about you go get a life of your own instead of trying so hard to be in mine?”

You flinched back, your eyes widening, before you turned on your heel and left the Great Hall without another word.

~~~

“Oh- L/n’s here, Theo,” Mattheo snickered, watching you walk over to the Slytherins’ studying area in the library.

Theodore rolled his eyes, preparing for another barrage of mushy gushy romance bullshit. But you merely stepped around his chair with a murmured excuse me and continued down the row.

He watched, startled, as you stopped behind the study area’s couch and draped your arms over Berkshire’s shoulders.

Theo blinked.

Enzo, not even flinching or getting distracted by your sudden presence, just grinned to himself and clasped a hand around both of yours, his thumb rubbing small circles into the join between your wrist and palm as he continued his discussion with Blaise.

Theodore felt sick.

Then he heard you laugh at something Enzo said, and that’s what made him completely lose it.

He fumed. How dare Berkshire even look at you, let alone touch you? Berkshire didn’t deserve you. Who the fuck did he think he was?

You were his.

And Theodore would be damned if he was going to let Berkshire steal you away from him.

[ablobwhowrites]

yandere dandys world y/n idea? Maybe?

Hear me out on this idea. Like cause I like boxten a lot. I like the funny musical man. (Also toodles and pebble and coal are platonic yanderes only)

Plus this is just a idea for a y/n but I don't know if it'll ever be a official y/n I'll write for unless you guys like this idea.

Imagining boxten y/n. Who mostly is besties with poppy and over time he sees how strange the other toons are acting but thinks he's overreacting and just him overthinking. Plus him taking the baking classes with sprout and Cosmo takes up a lot of his time and it's almost 24 hours that y/n has been taking these classes and of course y/n wants to get better and make the perfect cake but sometimes when the classes aren't scheduled it's almost instantly that Cosmo or sprout need help with something that consumed a lot of time.

Y/n sometimes wants to go on solo runs again but almost Everytime a other toon sees him a elevator and immediately joins him or calls y/n over and cause he doesn't wanna be rude, y/n let's the toon go with him in the run or if called over for something just gets out the elevator to help but once in a while he is able to slip in a solo run for a bit but tries to be quick a run but when he comes up from a run thinking he got back in time. It's either poppy or vee standing in front of the elevator door when he comes back up and poppy is like "I could cover for you! You don't need to just wander off, you could get in big trouble." But the Vee is just sighs and is angry that y/n wander off again and now y/n has to hangout with Vee for a week so that Vee won't tell any toon that he snuck out.

I do imagine one time in a run. Y/n was getting back to the elevator a twisted tried to drag y/n back away from the elevator but goob was on the run and was able to grab y/n back and after goob would keep the twisted as far away from y/n as he could and scraps would check up on y/n from time to time on the run before getting back but I do imagine when y/n was first attached by a twisted, there was a lot of arguing among the toons for who was in charge of distracting the twisted because y/n could have gotten killed by only got away with some minor scraping on his arm.

During Christmas time I do imagine that likes to try and help bobette, rudie and ginger with puting up decorations and rudie just telling stories about Santa and y/n standing there like "...so a fat guy in a red suit breaks into people's houses and leaves presents but takes only sweets a milk? Won't he get sick?" And rudie is like "your right!...but Santa loves cookies what could we do to trade cookies and milk?" And end up asking Cosmo and sprout to make some kind of sweet that Santa could eat and just rudie and boxten y/n just yapping about Santa clause.

Bobette just going along with y/n's and rudie's "full proof" plan of seeing Santa clause and making a pillow fort next to the Christmas tree to make sure they'll be able to see Santa clause. They don't because they got tired and coal found them and end up sleeping next to the trio. Toodles joins and rudie tries to set up a camera next to the tree to catch a picture but ends up getting a picture of peddle or coal next the to tree.

I imagine astro always checking up on y/n to make sure his dreams are nice ones but sometimes sees y/n have nightmares and tries to stop them but only successfully a few times. Shrimpo is kinda a bodyguard to boxten y/n a lot of runs together. Like pacing left and right looking out for twisted's and making sure non of them get near y/n. Also during Valentine's day I imagine y/n finds a very nice flower but the stem is slightly crushed and y/n knows who is from.

(anyways this is just my idea but if you like it, you guys can request more and I would love to yap about it. But that's it for my yap session, please don't be shy and request ideas for fics or y/n's and for now please stay safe and drink water!)

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Love You (Just A Little Too Much)

You're brought down memory lane and come face to face with someone you've completely forgotten about. @bloodline1632 @seokjinkismet @babycandy111 @minshookie29 @whipwhoops

Warning: smut, light yandere, teasing, sex toy usage, sub/dom, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, crying, restraints/bound, mentions of assault, manipulation, sadistic/masochistic tendencies, crying/sobbing, begging, slapping,

Word Count: 6.076

Valentine's Day Masterlist

“What’s on your mind?”

Your eyes blink at Jay, your boyfriend, and you could only offer a faint smile. “I don’t want to ruin dinner with my thoughts.” you reply. You drop your fork and grasp your glass of wine. 

Jay scoffs. “I can tell your head isn’t here,” he says. “Come on, tell me.”

You swallow your wine and lick your lips. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Jay raises a brow and leans in closer. He smirks. “So?” he murmurs. “I’m your boyfriend, you know. You can tell me what’s on your mind.”

Jay was correct - he was your boyfriend and someone you’ve grown close to for the last year. You were able to speak with him freely as if he was your best friend and it came naturally even if he was the opposite sex.

You sigh and nod your head. “You’re right.” you say. “I…haven’t talked to any of my friends in months. It’s like we all slowly just…”

“Grew apart?” Jay offers and when you nod, so does he. “I understand. What do you think happened?”

You shrug your shoulders. You’re unsure yourself of the reason. There wasn’t any bad blood between the four of you - there was nothing that could be done to a group of friends that has been established since middle school. You all managed to make it through High School and college without breaking apart. 

Sure, there were a few petty arguments, but nothing that lasted months - hell, not even a full week.

Not speaking with them collectively had you nervous, but you were all adults. You four lived separate adult lives, Jang-Mi having moved hours away to start a new job. Minji had gotten married and divorce all under three years and had chosen to distract herself with work while Mi-sun focused on raising her daughter on her lonesome.

“And you haven’t spoken to either of them on the phone?” Jay questions.

“No.” you shake your head. “Only through text messages, but even those seem dry. Maybe I’m just overreacting.” you shake your head and release a humorless laugh. “Sorry. Today is supposed to be about us.”

Jay shakes his head. He offers you his hand and you take it. His hands are always soft, you notice, softer than yours. He presses a kiss onto your hand, soft lips tickling your skin. “It is about us.” Jay murmurs. “Today is our anniversary,” he continues. “but you’re still the woman I love and if somethings on your mind, I want you to talk about it.”

You love Jay - and this was one of the many reasons why. He was caring - genuinely caring. He always puts your wants and needs far beyond his own. A year isn’t a long time to be together for most people, but for you it was. You couldn’t see yourself being with another man, not when Jay was amazing as he was.

You met Jay a year prior while out, having bumped into one another. Literally. You recall the way your phone went flying and you nearly fell onto the ground when a pair of arms caught you - said arms had let you go immediately when you regained your balance. “I-I didn’t mean to grab you it’s-” the stranger began. “I’m so sorry I should’ve been looking where I was going.” you apologized profusely.

You learned that his name was Jay and as an apology, he asked you out for coffee. The two of you hit it off easily as he was a nice person to talk to. He was funny as he was kind and in the short time that you’ve known him, it was as if you and he knew one another for years. 

Maybe Jay’s physical appearance helped a little - he was tall and fit. He dressed appropriately each time you and him met and he even offered to help you dress so the two of you matched for the occasion. His skin was the clearest you’ve ever seen on a man and appeared utterly glass and he had such perfect teeth.

It was hard in the beginning to be seen with Jay simply because of how beautiful he was, but he always made it known just how beautiful he thought you were and how much he appreciated you for being by his side. 

“So,” Jay offers you a toothy grin. “talk to me like I’m your friend and not your boyfriend.”

You do, a part of you feels terrible about doing this while at dinner with him, but Jay was an understanding person. He could tell your head was elsewhere.

You tell Jay about everything - how you rarely saw your friends face to face and how you couldn’t even remember the last time you all spoke on the phone. You wanted to be understanding because the four of you were adults now and didn’t need to spend every waking moment together - but a call wasn’t asking for much.

At the end of it all, Jay is nodding his head in agreement. He hasn’t spoken much and instead decided to allow you to vent all your pent up frustrations. 

“Felt good?” Jay snickers and you nod with a low grin. “I’m glad. I can’t excuse your friends' behaviors but I can try to see things from their point of view.”

You listen as Jay speaks. 

“We’re all adults going through our adult lives. Jang-Mi had moved so far away it’s hard to go back into the routine you two had when she was closer. I’m sure she works long hours.”

You nod your head with a sigh, your heart sinking as you begin to feel bad for thinking that your friends were leaving you behind.

“Mi-sun is a mother and it’s tough raising a child on your own. She just doesn't live for herself anymore. Minji probably buries herself into work to get her mind off of the divorce. It wasn’t an…easy one.”

You recall the amount of times Minji had called you throughout the last year about how ultimately, she was going to be left with nothing after the divorce - Jay had been there the entire time listening as you tried to console your friend.

“You’re right.” you pick up your wine glass and take a sip. “We’ve all been through…so much.”

Jay raises a brow. “What do you mean?”

You eye him for a moment. 

“I think it’s karma.” you shrug your shoulders. “We were terrible people in our youth.” you try to joke but you swallow thickly. “What we’re going through now is just what we deserve.”

Jay chuckles. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” he takes a sip of his own wine. 

“Before I met you my life was going to shit. I couldn’t keep a job to save my life and…” there wasn’t a need to focus on what you were going through at that moment because Jay knew. “..you helped me. Sometimes I believe I don’t deserve you.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Y/N.” Jay sighs, but his lips stretch into a smile. “Don’t get too emotional on me.” he jokes. 

“I know…” you trail  off. “The divorce with Minji and how she had to work so hard  to get her life together. Jang-Mi left and got a new job hours away because of that scandal. Mi-sun had to raise a child all alone without any help that wasn’t us. I can’t sound crazy to believe our past actions had shaped our future.”

Jay is quiet as he hears you speak, so eerily silent that you glance away from him. “Or maybe I am crazy.” you murmur. “You aren’t.” Jay shakes his head. “Whatever…you  did in your past could have shaped the present. Truth is often stranger than fiction.” Jay grasps your hand into his own. “But you’re better now, Y/N. With me. You’ll never fall as long as I’m by your side.”

Jay gives you a smile that has your heart clenching.

The room is beautiful and you are positive that Jay put a lot of thought into decorating it for you. The amount of rose petals leading up to the bed was one gesture you loved, but also the candles that were lit. You pondered when he had time to do such a thing.

Jay wraps an arm around you and brings you closer to him. His lips are soft as they kiss along your neck.  “I love this color on you.” Jay compliments, his hand sliding your sides. “Black is lovely against your skin.”

Your body flushes at the compliment and you could only giggle, giddy at the way your heart jumps. Jay insisted on you wearing the lingerie - a black lace and mesh material that leaves little to the imagination. The stockings are high and stop mid thigh.

“I like this color on you.” you tell Jay. He’s dressed down from his suit from early. Now, he sports a silk, red robe that’s tightly loosely around him. His tan skin peaks from beneath it.

“Valentine’s Day is all about you. I want to make you feel good.” Jay kisses down your neck towards your collarbone, leaving slightly wet kisses. “I want to try something new.”

You weren’t sure what to expect when being told “something new”. You were laid onto the bed you share with Jay, his lips continuing to kiss down your body. His eyes flicker upwards at you and he offers a mischievous grin that has your legs quivering. 

“Something new” wasn't a robe tied tightly around your wrist and keeping you bound against your bed frame. You wouldn’t lie and say your body wasn’t filled with excitement - you and Jay never did this and sex was already enjoyable enough.

Jay licks his lips, his eyes meeting your curious ones. “You’re so beautiful. Always has been.” he murmurs, speaking aloud by himself. 

Jay forces your legs open, his hand wrapping more rope around your ankles that he then ties to the end of the bed frame. He proceeds to do the same thing to your free leg. 

“I can see how wet you are now.” Jay’s voice is deep and sultry, slowly consumed with his own lust. “You’ve always been the submissive type. The type to do whatever is asked of you.”

Jay’s hand trails teasingly up your leg, his fingertips feeling like feathers tickling your skin. 

Jay’s finger taps lightly at your clothed clit, smirking at you teasingly. His index forces itself through the mesh material and he slides it to the side. “So wet.” he murmurs. “Relax, baby. I have something you’d like.”

Your pussy clenches with anticipation and your eyes watch Jay get up from the bed. He goes to the side of the bed and appears to go through a bag. 

“I want you to feel good.” Jay says, turning towards you. Once more, your pussy clenches at the sight of the vibrator in the palm of his hand. “You’d let me, right?”

Hastily you nod your head, licking your lips with anticipation. 

Jay turns on the vibrator and it’s loud, the buzzing noise tingling through your ears. He places it on your thigh to tease you and it does so greatly. He slides it across your thigh closer and closer between your legs.

“Baby?” Jay hums, gently pressing the vibrator against your clit.  “There’s no lies between us, right?”

Your legs begin to shake at the vibrators pressure against your clit. “N-No.” you stutter out.

“Then you’d tell me what you and your friends did, right?” Jay questions, pressing the vibrator even harder against you.

You struggle against the rope restraints. “W-What are you talking about?” you sigh - more like a moan. Your stomach was bubbling and you couldn’t contain the rest of the moans releasing from your mouth. 

“Remember earlier…you said it must be karma why your lives have turned the way they did.” Jay begins to circle the vibrator against your clit. You’re so wet that it’s now fully coated in your sweet arousal. “Tell me what you’ve done that karma has come before you all?”

You aren’t sure what Jay is getting at and why he suddenly wanted to do this now. Your toes begin to curl.

Jay removes the vibrator from your swollen bud, his eyes dark with lust.  “Tell me.” he demands.

“I-I…nothing.” you shake your head, panting. Your lack of pleasure sends shock waves through your body. “Why are you-”

Your throat releases a shriek when the vibrator is brought back to your clit. Your eyes shut tightly as, once more, your thigh shakes. “Please-”

“You know,”Jay begins, circling the vibrator against you. “There’s four types of lies.”

“Jay…” the way you say his name causes his cock to jump in his pants. You’re full of lust and pleasure and he’s sure you’re not fully able to comprehend him.

“A white lie, a gray lie, a black lie and a red lie.” Jay continues. “A white lie is to first seek to help others. A gray lie is an in between; to partly help others and ourselves.”

Your toes begin to curl as Jay continues. 

“A black lie…” Jay trails off, his eyes boring into your face. Your eyes are clenched shut and you’re panting. “...is pure selfishness. Nothing is gained from others when a black lie is told and it is used to purely get the liar out of trouble.”

Jay removes the vibrator once more and this time you cry out in protest. Your eyes snap open, sadden as you peer at Jay.

“You’re such a whore, Y/N.” he chuckles cruely, his demeanor changed from the caring boyfriend of just an hour early. Your body yearns for him regardless of this act. “You’re about to cry.”

“I just wanna cum, Jay.” you murmur in defeat. 

“Yeah?” Jay comes closer to your face. “A red lie…” Jay places the vibrator against your clit, this time pressing the buttons on the side to increase the power. “...is done solely out of spite. Revenge. To harm others.”

Your eyes never leave his, even with the amount of blinking you’re doing to remain conscious. You’re groaning now, body shaking with pleasure. 

“Can you guess which one I am, baby?”

What?

“If you guess right, I’ll let you cum.”

Your breathing increases and the only thing you can think about is cumming. “W-White.”

“Wrong.” Jay turns off the vibrator, but keeps it against your clit. “Can you guess which type of liar you are?”

“Jay…” you shake  your head. This act was making you impatient. “Please-”

“Tell me, Y/N. If you’ve done nothing in your past, then why have you and your friends gone through such terrible karma?”

“This act you’re doing is too much, Jay.”

“What act?” Jay scoffs. “Since you don’t know, baby. You’re a black liar. You’re selfish and you’re deflecting from your own involvement in the past.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “Jay…that isn’t funny-”

The vibrator turns on once more, shocking you. 

“As for me, I’m a red liar. None of you recognized me.” Jay speaks in a tone - monotone like; narrative. “You didn’t recognize Jay. Minji didn’t recognize Jung-ho. Mi-sun didn’t recognize Jong-seok and Jang-Mi never recognized Ju-ho…”

Jung-ho.

Jong-seok.

Ju-ho.

Jay.

“Jay…?” your intentions aren’t to moan, but you cannot help it. Jay is pressing the vibrator with such pressure that even now in this unknown situation, you cannot help but want to cum hard. 

Just as you were about to cum, you cry out once more when the vibrator cuts off. You’re trembling, your wrist burning as the friction of the robe rubs against them.

“My name’s not Jay, Y/N. You know my name.”

Your eyes widen slowly. “Stop.” you plead with Jay. “It isn’t funny anymore…”

“I never told you a joke.” Jay scoffs. “Look at me and tell me you don’t remember who I am, Y/N.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as goosebumps begin to erupt onto your skin. Your heart is beating outside your chest and you wished Jay would flip the switch and return to the boyfriend you know and love.

“Look. At. Me.” Jay grits out each word with such venom, his cheerful personality long gone. “It’s been a decade since High School but have I truly changed that much, Y/N?”

You remain silent, your eyes remain on the man in front of you. 

“I had to change schools because of what your friends said I did.” Jay murmurs, and as the words hit your ears your eyes begin to widen. 

Mi-sun lifts her hand up and hums, tilting her head. “I think I want pink.” she says. “But a soft pink, not a hot one.”

Jang-Mi snorts.

Mi-sun raises a brow at Jang-Mi, but she doesn’t respond. 

“Like this one?” Minji asks after rummaging through her tote of beauty items. She holds up a bright pink color - taffy. 

Mi-sun nods with excitement. 

You sit and listen to the exchange, head in Jang-Mi’s lap.

You were all in Mi-sun’s room, a room that was overly pink, but neither of the girls in the friend group complained. Her walls were white, but her bed - a large queen size that sat in the middle of her room - had a bubblegum pink comforter set with matching pillows. While her floors were hardwood, the rugs inside of her room were round and flamingo colored. 

“So,” Jang-Mi starts. “What is this year's dare?”

You sighed deeply, ready to hear just what the hell your friends had planned for you this year.

Every year your group of friends would dare one another to do something - anything - at the start of the school year. It was a tradition, after all, spawning since primary school.

The year prior, Mi-sun had dared Minji to walk in the boys locker-room “accidentally” and shower just minutes before the boys were done with their practice. Minji was the daredevil of the group and accepted it without a problem - even if she did have a months worth of detention and had several boys profess their “undying love” for her.

While Minji’s dare were dare-devil like, Jang-Mi’s were spontaneous. Her dare the year prior was to smoke bomb the teacher lounge - that earned her two months of detention (thanks to her uncle being the principal).

“You,” Minji points to you. “And you,” she then points to Mi-sun. “Need to step it up. Jang-Mi and I always do the impulsive dares!”

You lick your lips. “My dare last year was pretty impulsive.”

It wasn’t. The dare you agreed upon was to egg the principal's car - you weren’t caught and maybe that’s what they were upset about. Your poor principal was going through it and his niece never appeared to care much.

Jang-Mi rolls her eyes and snickers. “Egging a car is pretty impulsive.” she says with a hint of sarcasm. 

“Okay, let’s start then.��� Minji claps her hands together. “Jang-Mi, I dare you…” Minji hums, her mind wandering as to what she would possibly say. “It’s like we’ve done everything already.”

“We have.” Jang-mi looks down at you. “This year is about you and Mi-sun.”

Mi-sun finishes painting her right hand and she raises a brow. “No fair.”

“Too bad.” Jang-Mi smirks. 

“I agree.” Minji smiles wide. “We have to think of something good. So we’ll start tomorrow.”

Your stomach churns at the thought of them coming up with something impulsive - it was your last year of highschool after all.

Mi-sun rolls her eyes. “I’m not scared.” she snaps.

“I’m scared.” Mi-sun hisses, hands trembling with wide eyes.

“Pussy.” Jang-Mi giggles. 

There was a few minutes before class started and it was as if Jang-Mi and Minji were ready to start the day off with a bang. 

“It’s not like it’s that difficult.” Minji hisses. “Just go ahead and kiss him.”

“You dared her to kiss a professor.” you deadpan - but you’re glad this dare wasn’t yours. Minji and Jang-mi had claimed they hadn't come up with anything yet. 

The yet scares you.

Said professor walks by - Professor Song. He’s tall, dark brown hair with matching eyes. He’s young, only a few years older than those he is teaching and an obvious eye-candy for the female students. He nods his head and waves at a few students as he strolls pass and Jang-Mi proceeds to push Mi-sun forward.

You gulp. This dare was a risky one. It was just a kiss yes, but this was a kiss between someone that had authority. Professor Song could lose his job - and teaching career - if this went the wrong way. 

Professor Song hisses at the impact of Mi-sun knocking into him. His glasses are knocked off of his face and it drops onto the ground beside him. He lowers himself to grab it and Mi-sun bites her lip before doing the dare.

Mi-sun presses her lips against Professor Song’s. It was a quick peck, but it stuns the man nonetheless. He stumbles back a bit and before he could speak, Mi-sun is running down the hall to her classroom with Jang-Mi, Minji and you following close behind. Jang-Mi and Minji are laughing while you’re too bewildered to speak.

“That. Was. So. Humiliating!” Mi-sun hisses as she reaches the classroom. Class was about to start and her face was as red as a tomato. “I swear if I’m expelled-”

“Stop being so dramatic.” Minji shrugs it off. She reaches her desk - besides Mi-sun, and sits. 

“Uncle knows of our yearly dares.” Jang-mi assures. “He should be expecting this by now.”

You take your seat behind Jang-mi. 

“Now all that is left is our little Y/N.” Jang-Mi turns and offers a wide grin. “Aren’t you excited?”

No, but you wouldn’t cower before them. 

“Whatever.” you grunt.

Your teacher comes strutting in. He’s a short older man with a large gut - a beer gut you’re certain. His arms are as skinny as his legs and his face is similar to a skeleton. You never even see the man eat, but he always had a water bottle in his hands that smells of vodka when he opens it.

“Kim Mi-sun.” he calls as he slams down a black briefcase. “Office.” he says without looking at the body of students. He takes a seat at his desk and Mi-sun groans with annoyance.

“That was fast.” Minji giggles quietly. “It hasn’t even been ten minutes.”

“Fuck off.” Mi-sun hisses. She gathers her things and makes her way out of the classroom just as more students are scurrying inside. 

“Hey, Y/N.”

Your eyes lift to see the source of the greeting and you offer a small - very small and uninterested - smile to the boy seated a few desks in front of you. 

Jang-Mi watches the exchange and she turns her head to Minji. She wiggles her eyebrows and tilts her head to the boy. 

“Who’s that?” she mouths.

Jang-mi shrugs. “Not sure.” she mouths back. “Y’N’s dare.”

Minji furrows a brow, eyes shining with realization. She erupts in a fit of giggles that causes Jang-Mi to do the same. 

Your fingers twirl a piece of your hair as your eyes watch him a few seats away from you. Your ears catch the whispered conversation of your friends besides you. 

"When are you going to say something?" asks Mi-sun with a roll of her eyes. "The dare was a week ago."

Your gum pops dramatically after Mi-sun's question. You manage to roll your own eyes, but you don't take them off of him - Jung Hoseok. His cheeks are childishly chubby, he was tall, but thin - even for a senior in high school. He wore braces and you couldn't imagine him without them - they have been implanted in his teeth for years now. 

You were no fool to Jung Hoseok's crush on you. You noticed the side eyes he'd give you in class. When your eyes met his, his eyes would blink away, and his cheeks would turn to a deep crimson. It was cute, you thought, pathetically so. As did your friends. They would laugh each time they saw Hoseok looking at you, claiming that he was nothing but a lost, kicked puppy. You'd laugh along with them even if you did see the embarrassed look on his face. 

Your friends enjoyed teasing Hoseok so much that they thought it would be an amazing idea for you - his crush - to go along with the teasing. "Ask him out. Lead him on." suggested Mi-sun. "Then break his sad, pathetic heart." laughs Jang-Mi.

You thought about their request. You never spoke to Hoseok before and never had the reason or desire to. What you knew of Hoseok was that he was smart, not straight A smart like most, but he passed his classes. He wasn't popular when it came to friend groups and opted to stay to himself or a small set of friends. 

"Oh my..." Minji hums, she leans back into her chair and crosses her arms. She just cut her long, black locs to a sharp bob. The new appearance makes her much more intimidating. "...you like him." she declares.

"I do not." your eyes glance to Minji hurriedly. "I just...he's a loser."

Mi-sun giggles and agrees.

"I don't want to be associated with a loser." you reach into your uniform skirt pocket and remove a small tube of lipgloss. You proceed to coat your lips slowly with the glossy substance, eyes on Hoseok just in time for his eyes to meet yours. His eyes glance down to your lips - plump and coated - and his cheeks flush. 

Minji cackles, followed by Mi-sun and Jang-Mi. Hoseok's head snaps away and you know he's mentally cursing at himself.

"Look at him." Minji scoffs with a shake of her head, appearing to have pity for Hoseok. "He is a loser."

"Much the more reason to play with him." Jang-Mi singsongs. She was always the much more mischievous type in the friendship. She enjoyed playing tricks and pranks, no matter how cruel they were. Min-sun would be considered the "ditzy" one of the group, but she was just as mischievous as Jang-Mi, maybe even more.

You can feel their eyes on you now. Min-sun bats her eyelashes, cat-like eyes stabbing holes into you. Jang-Mi tilts her head impatiently awaiting your response while Minji does nothing but glare. 

"If you don't, I will." Jang-Mi smirks, and now you're shaking your head. Hoseok wasn't an asshole like the rest of the boys at this school. He didn't deserve whatever cruel prank Jang-Mi would surely throw his way. 

"I'll do it." you roll your eyes and laugh. You proceed to bite your lip. "I'm sure it'll be fun."

Fun it was. You started the following day, but you remained subtle. It would cause alarms to go off in Hoseok's mind if you casually strolled up to him and became flirtatious. You didn't want to scare him off - especially if Jang-Mi's words of Hoseok being a virgin rang true. You had a plan, instead. Hoseok and you shared multiple classes and in each one, you would offer him a small smile. Your smile soon became a short wave that he would return - after looking around to ensure you were indeed waving at him and not someone else. 

Minji had grown bored of the slow burn happening before her. When you had strolled into class and ready to sit at your desk, she had slammed her foot against your chair and shook her head. She jerks her head to the side, and you follow her gaze - a desk directly next to Hoseok remains empty. 

You took a deep breath and nodded. 

You drop your bag at your new desk, startling the box next to you. His eyes slowly reached to who was beside him. His eyes catch your legs, smooth and seemingly soft. He drags them forward slowly until they notice your eyes. He freezes, heart thumping outside his chest. 

"Is this seat taken?" you ask lowly, a smirk forming on your glossy lips. 

Hoseok shakes his head but remains quiet. His palms grow sweaty, and he's worried suddenly if he remembered to wear deodorant. 

You sit beside him, eyes glancing to Minji who raises a brow at you, nodding her head. You weren't going to be able to go back to your regular seat until you did something to get closer to Hoseok.

Class starts and you go without speaking with Hoseok, even if you do notice his eyes glancing your way every few minutes. However, you understood your part in this assignment. You'd accidentally - purposely - would brush your knee on his and apologize with a cute smile. You'd proceed to lean closer towards him so your side would briefly touch his.

Hoseok's mind was going crazy the following weeks. You continued to sit beside him day by day. Your touching now was much less subtle and he's unsure of what to take of it. You never appeared to be interested in him before. He was no idiot - he was certain you caught on to his crush on you. Maybe that's why - you pitied him and his pathetic crush.

"H-huh?" Hoseok blinks a few times and shakes his head. His cheeks are tinted red with further embarrassment.

"I said," you grasp your bag and lean forward. The bell rang and it was time for lunch, but Hoseok was far too in his thoughts to notice. "do you want to come home with me?"

Your breast peaked through the uniform top and Hoseok nearly fainted at your words. He's tongue tied and soon you're cackling. 

"To study for the test, silly." you're laughing a melodic laugh that calms Hoseok's nerves. "I've seen your grades on the quizzes we had. You're so smart, Hoseok."

You think he's smart, Hosoek gulps.

"I wish I could be as smart as you." you sigh almost dramatically. 

"Y-you are....smart." Hoseok mentally shoots himself at the lame compliment.

"Thank you." you tilt your head. "So, what do you say?" 

Hoseok nods his head hesitantly. He understands that he'd want nothing more than to have you close to him. But, he couldn't be as desperate - he didn't want to scare you off. "I can come study." he murmurs lowly. 

You clap your hands together gleefully. "Thank you!"

Hoseok allows his heart shaped lips to smile at you. You looked beautiful when you were cheerful.

"We can walk home after school, okay?' you're walking backwards waiting for his response.

"Okay." Hoseok nods, heart beating outside his chest and goosebumps erupting the skin of his arm.

That was only the beginning of what happened with Hoseok - not Jay.

“Hoseok…?” you murmur, your eyes scanning his face while your mind compares it to the younger version of the man. Shame and humiliation runs through you - how could you not remember the boy; now a man?

“Ah, that’s what it took for you to remember me?” Hoseok begins to laugh, his beautiful teeth shining in front of you. “Mi-sun didn’t remember me either but she loved Jong-seok as the father of her daughter.” Hoseok shakes his head with a chuckle. 

Your blood runs cold at Hoseok’s words.

“Years ago…I remember her stating that I would never be someone she’d ever love…fuck…yet that child is mine and I don’t feel any remorse for leaving her alone and struggling.” Hoseok chuckles once more. “Ju-ho was the reason Jang-Mi had to find a new job hours away. Especially when it was revealed she was stealing from the company…”

“Hoseok, please-”

“Of course it was just a rumor but something like that doesn’t go lightly, Y/N. Her career was over and the only job willing to hire her after that…” Hoseok shrugs. “...and, Jung-ho was the one who introduced Mini to her cheating husband. He never took her seriously like she never took anything in others' lives seriously. What goes around comes around, I suppose.”

Hoseok wasn’t Jay - Jay was an act. Hoseok was cold; calculated. He strived off of revenge and spite; and the red robe he wore told you just how calculated the man truly was. 

“Hoseok…”

You’re unsure what you want to tell him. You never thought you’d see Hoseok again - much less like this. 

Hoseok tilts his head. “I didn’t tell them who I was, you know”? he admits. “I just left when my time was done.”

“Hoseok.”

“You are different, Y/N. You always were.” Hoseok presses the vibrator button and allows the pleasure to come back. “You felt remorse for what you’ve done. You admitted that I never assaulted you like your friends had said…but by then it was too late.”

Hoseok presses the buttons on the vibrator three more times and your back arches at the newfound pressure. 

“I had to change schools and only because you spoke up I wasn’t put on any registry.” Hoseok explains, his eyes fixed on how your pussy begins to leak with arousal. “Back then you pretended to like me. You allowed me to take you on dates and admit things I would never had the courage to if you never made me comfortable.”

“Please…” you pleaded, unable to talk more than one word at a time. “It’s too…much.”

“You can take it.” Hoseok grumbles, voice raspy. “You allowed me to hold your hand. You kissed me back. You…you liked it, Y/N. Only when you were caught did you back down.”

Hoseok knows you’re cumming. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your breath hitches - and he enjoys every moment of it.

“To cover up the fact that you liked it, you pushed me away, remember?” Hoseok slams a hand against your cheek to regain your attention.

 You yelp aloud, a wave of pleasure going through you. “Y-Yes!”

“You were so humiliated…frightened at what your friends would think.” Hoseok slaps you again, positive that you like what he’s doing to  you. “But I knew you adored being around me, Y/N.I was the only person you didn’t have to pretend with.”

Hoseok removes the vibrator just as you cum, you arousal coating the bed sheets. The vibrating sound echoes through the room, mixed with your low sobs. 

“I thought about what punishment you all deserved but I could never bring myself to punish you.” Hoseok speaks after a moment. He allows you to catch your breath. “Even when I met you a year ago, Y/N, it felt like it did when we were in High School.”

You flinch when Hoseok touches your face. 

“You’re flinching as if I’d ever hurt you.” Hoseok shakes his head. “I got you out of your own debt, remember? I helped uplift you while your friends were going through their own karma. I did.” Hoseok speaks, each word his voice raises higher and higher. “Right?”

“Hoseok please-”

“Right?!”

You flinch once more at the shout. “Yes.” you respond meekly. “I-I didn’t mean to go that far with you.”

“I know, baby.” Hoseok discards the vibrator and places both hands onto your face. “I know,” he repeats. “That’s why I chose to forgive you and give you another chance. Now you and I could truly be together.”

Hoseok frightened you - deep  down you tell yourself that Jay was in there somewhere. A year of loving one another, there was never any slip up. Jay cared for you. He loved you unconditionally and put you before anything.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes, Y/N.” Hoseok sighs. “You’re not scared of me. You’re scared of the situation. I would never hurt you or I would have already.”

That doesn’t make your heart beat slow.

“You and I could be together again truthfully. We can continue to love one another.” Hoseok kisses along your face, the same feathery kisses that Jay would give you. “No Mi-sun, no Jang-Mi, no Minji. Just you and I.” he speaks again, his lips pecking yours. “Right?”

Jay always loved you, but this was Hoseok and at the moment, Hoseok terrified you to the core. You were nothing without Jay and you allowed Jay to fully take care of you like he insisted.  

“Yes.” you nod, defeated and unsure of what to do. Your bound wrist hurt as did your ankles. 

“I love you, baby.” Hoseok pecks your lips once more, smiling into it.

You were sure Jay loved you, wherever inside Hoseok he was residing - and that fact was the only thing keeping you from crying further.

[bee-the-loser-recs]

✩✮✩✮My OT8 One-shot Fic Recs ✩✮✩✮

★ Hurts like hell & Hurts like hell [pt.2] By @ja3hwa 571 words & 4.12k, mafia au, angst, heartbreak, betrayal, mentions of cheating, name calling, yelling, making up, mentions of death

★ Overboard By @mymoodwriting 4.8k, pirate au, amnesia plot, blood guns, near death experiences, gunshot wounds

★ The Yule Dragon By @thelargefrye 4.3k, polyamory, dragon!Ateez, witch!reader, fantasy au, fluff, angst, talks of death, light injury, celebrations

★ I wish it was me By @sanjoongie 8.67k, San x reader x Yunho predominantly, avatar the last airbender au, mentions of sex and fighting, water tribe San, Yunho & reader

★ Replay By @whimsicalwritingsandmore 1.47k, pirate au, adventurer reader, time travel, fantasy, panic attacks, sharp objects, butterfly effect

★ Aurorise [pt.1] By @whimsicalwritingsandmore 1.56k, Prince!Ateez, dancer reader, historical fiction, adventure, royalty, fluff, some angst

★ Our party By @starillusion13 11.9k, clubbing, possessiveness, kind of Yandere!Ateez, fluff, smut, angst, getting back together

★ Is this the end? By @starillusion13 5.3k, lore au, mystery, angst, crying, mentions of death, fever dreams, flashbacks, loneliness

★ Lost you forever By @starillusion13 5.3k, mafia au, angst, past lovers, crying, mentions of death, pregnancy, misunderstandings, unforgiveness

★ Can we go back? By @starillusion13 4.2k, mafia au, angst, mature, arguments, regret, trust issues, keeping secrets, mentions of death [Honestly, just check out all their works, like they're so good]

★ My bffs as cakes: a thread & Rating my bffs on how well they'd do as a valentine date: a thread By @bluehwale Social media au, twitter threads, humour, crack, fluff, platonic relationships, mentions of drinking bleach, fuckboy San

★ Rating bff [series of one-shots] By @eightmakesonebraincell Social media au, twitter threads, platonic relationships, fluff, crack, humour, suggestive jokes, friendly bullying, so funny [I just linked their masterlist though, cause I genuinely love all their works and you should also check out their Ateez as ----- series]

★ Dewdrops at dawn By @sunmoonjune 17.2k, Demon!Ateez, soulmates, reincarnation, socially anxious reader, dick angels, little gore, sexual themes

★ Oh my *** By @ohmyamor 10.2k, guardian angel!Ateez, human reader, reincarnation, fluff, angst, car accident, near death experiences

★ Living with 8 vampires [pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] By @lilacmingi 7.4k, 7.9k, 7.9k, Vampire Ateez, human reader, roommates, fluff, humour, so fun

[suiana]

The song cupid but the reason why cupid doesn't give you a lover cuz he wants you all for himself ❤️

🐄

✎ yandere! cupid headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, stalking

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! cupid who has been in love with you ever since he saw you all alone and lonely on valentines day. you just looked so... sad and pathetic! it made him so sad :( don't worry, dear old cupid will help!

✎ yandere! cupid who wants to set you up with someone but there's this gnawing feeling in a tiny corner of his heart that tells him to not give you a significant other. a human one at least.

✎ yandere! cupid who follows you around, learning and understanding everything about you. hm... how peculiar your tastes are. he likes it! he also steals your clothing but that's not important.

✎ yandere! cupid who decides to be funny and shoots you with one of his love arrows. he wonders whether you'll fall in love when you see him- wait why are you glaring in his direction? you can see him already?!

✎ yandere! cupid who's flabbergasted when he realises that you've always noticed him floating around you. but you ignored him in hopes of him losing interest. though your last bit of patience disappeared when he shot that arrow at you. fyi he's not supposed to be visible to humans, so you being able to see him is super intriguing.

✎ yandere! cupid who instantly has heart eyes when you complain about him being an annoying little shit. talking about how you wish he would stop stealing your clothes and how he would just piss off... maybe he is a little masochist! he even stabs himself with his own love arrow to lock in his love for you! how romantic :)

✎ yandere! cupid who notices that his arrows don't have an effect on you. oh what an interesting little thing you are! how could he just not love you? but this also means he can shoot as many arrows as he wants at you now~! he's a little bit silly like that, what a childish cupid he is <3

✎ yandere! cupid who tries to get you to fall in love with him. he still doesn't get why you can't just fall for him already. he's handsome, a love god of sorts, and he can give you everything you want! so why do you still hate him? but he likes a little game of chase :) so he'll tolerate your insults and glares, for now.

✎ "my love~! I have a little surprise for you! why don't you guess what it is, hm?"

[asdfghjklartblog]

Valentine’s Special!

Trans masc x yandere batfam

(Present day! So reader is 22!)

Wanted to give you guys a little present! Happy Valentine’s day

You groan as you wake up, last night you were finishing up a commission, put up some limited edition valentines day merch, and had a little sale for regular merch. Like the little plush of your persona and enamel pins with your fave ships. So you’re pretty damn tired. You get out of bed and check your computer and see that there were a lot of sales. Which is both good and bad, good because well, money and bad because you’re gonna have to package and deliver every single order. Since you’re an independent business. You then get dressed, you assume that everyone’s out and about because it’s valentines day so you put on your favourite (fave anime) sweatshirt which kinda looks cringe but who cares, you love it. And sweatpants that had your logo on the side of your upper thigh. You then leave your room, put on your shoes and head to the kitchen.

You’re in the middle of rummaging around the kitchen you hear a little chuckle from behind you. You turn around slowly to see Roy, stifling a laugh at your getup and at what you’re doing. You roll your eyes and say. “Hey Roy, do me a favour and get out of the manor and then maybe go drown and Gotham Harbour for me?”

He smiles and approaches you. He puts his hands on your hips and presses his body against yours and purrs in your ear. “Yeah? And what do I get in return?”

Your face flushes and you start to feel hot, you chuckle nervously before trying to shake him off. You then grab the cookies and peanut butter and hurriedly move away from him. You put down your cookies and peanut butter then turn around and lean against the counter with your hands folded against your chest. “What is wrong with you, perv.”

He laughs and he cages you in as he replies. “You know you love me baby.”

You feel flushed again as he says that, but before you can say shit, you hear a coughing noise from the entrance of the kitchen. You and Roy look to see Clark there, standing there awkwardly with an even more awkward smile. You’re being cockblocked by Superman. The man is practically your uncle and he just saw two people who he has watched grow up, practically feel each other up.

You push Roy away from you and lets out a small ‘oof’ as he now stands apart from you. You’re cringing so bad, this feels so uncomfortable good god. Clark nods and starts to robotically go to the fridge and grab the orange juice from the fridge and hurriedly walks out of the kitchen, but he pauses. He then says with a little awkward smile. “Try not to… You know.. in the kitchen.” Then leaves.

Roy bursts out laughing while you bury your face in your hands in shame. You smack Roy’s shoulder and hiss. “IT’S NOT FUNNY! STOP LAUGHING.” Which only makes him laugh harder. You then go and grab the peanut butter and put some on a plate so you can warm it up in the microwave and dip the cookies in. Roy gets you the plate and watched you with a little smirk on his face as he leans his arms against the counter.

Then you hear Wally and Bart come in as they talked at super speed, you groan and say. “What the hell is going on today, why are you all here? I just wanted a fucking snack.”

Bart looks at you and smiles and says. “We wanted some snacks too, like you guys had the home made ones but right now I could really go for something unhealthy. Like those chips I know you hide in your little nest.”

Your eyes widen and you growl. “Bart Allen you better no have-“

You see him zoom back and forth with your (favourite chips) in hand popping one into his mouth. Then with a smug smile he says. “Just did. Thanks for the donation!”

You glare at him but then see Jon come in and ask. “Hey, why is everyone in here? We’re about to start the movie and stuff. Oh, hi y/n! How are you?”

He says as he flies into your chest to hug you. You kiss the top of his head and squish his cheeks before saying. “Hey Jon. How are ya cutie?”

His freckled cheeks turn pink and then starts to talk your ear off about everything that’s been going on but gets cut off by Roy grabbing the back of his shirt to get him off you, just how a cat would grab their kitten by the scruff. You chuckle at that as you go and grab your plate from the microwave and come back to the counter to eat your cookie dipped in the melted peanut butter. You then see Dick and Kori come in which makes you groan. Kori sees you and flies over to hug you and kiss your cheek before saying. “Oh! Y/n it is wonderful to see you! You have bags under your eyes! Why? Have you been staying up late at night again? That is not good-“

You smile at her a bit before saying. “Thanks Kori, but there’s no need to-“

Dick interrupts you as he goes over to cup your cheeks saying. “She’s right, you’re looking terrible! You need some rest, how about you-“

You remove Dick’s hands off you, trying not to growl at him as you say. “Hands off the face Dick. And thanks, that’s great to hear. Just instills so much confidence inside me.”

Dick tries to talk again but you interrupt as you grab your things. You politely try to excuse yourself. “I think I’m gonna go back to my room now I have a lot of things to do and-“

Dick then says. “Great! We can hang out in your room then-“

You try to immediately say no but Roy smirks and nonchalantly suggests. “Yeah we can help you with the stuff. You put out some new-“

You interject and borderline shout. “NO! I-I mean no. Just, I um. Oh, I don’t feel so good and I need time and space to get better-“

Dick’s smile widens at that however, Roy beats him to the chase and suggests. “How about I take care of you? I’m bot sure if I can compare to Alfred but I can make a mean soup.”

Dick shoots a glare at Roy before turning to you and smiling as he says. “Come on, y/n, would you really rather some guy take care of you instead or your reliable older brother-“

You immediately answer with. “Roy, I feel so cold. Can you take me to my bed please. I’m so weak and dainty right now, I need a big strong man to carry me back.”

Roy laughs at that and replies with. “If the prince desires it, what am I to do?”

He then goes to picks you up, you panic and try to go back but it’s too late. He’s princess carrying you. Everyone now just looks at you, who is taller than Roy, being carried by a Roy, and being held as if you were some dainty princess makes everyone except Dick laugh. You blush at both the humiliation and how Roy’s muscles feel against your body. Roy then fake drops you which makes you panic and wrap your arms around his neck which makes some of the people coo at you. You glare at everyone and just whisper to Roy. “This is your fault.”

He whispers back with. “So? You’re the only one embarrassed, I love having you in my arms, baby.”

Dick then laughs, a harsh one that you obviously know he doesn’t mean. He then approaches you two and helps you up out of Roy’s arms and then stands in front of you as if to block you from Roy as he says. “No, I’ll take care of him. I mean I am his older brother.”

Roy retaliates with. “I insist, you’re already hosting and stuff, you deserve to enjoy the party.”

Dick is about to say something before Wally interrupts and says. “Guys the movie is starting, come on. Just do rock paper scissors.”

Both Roy and Dick immediately start to play and at the end, Roy wins. Dick with a pout on his face goes back and so does everyone else. You and Roy go to your room and you flop onto the bed before groaning. “Ugh. I think I got a headache from that.”

Roy chuckles and takes off his hoodie to reveal is muscular body in a thin tank top. You feel your body going hot and you then tear your eyes off of him and bury your face into your pillow. You then hear him coming over to your bed, which makes your heart thump but you then feel a stinging pain on your ass, as Roy slaps it as hard as he can. You then look at him with wide eyes and he says nothing but. “What? I wanted to see it jiggle.”

You then drag him into your bed as you tickle his sides. He laughs as he tells you to stop. As you wrestle and tumble, you eventually pin his arms down with a wide smile. The two of you then realise the position the two of you are in. He smirks at you but as he’s about to say say something, someone slams your door open. You turn to see Damian standing there. His eyes practically popping out of his head, a few long seconds pass before Damian yells. “Get your hands off of him!”

A moment of silence passes before Roy, the smart ass he is says. “Actually he has his hands on me-“

Damian then grumbles and takes off his shoes before entering your room and running to the both of you. The little ankle biter proceeds to try and beat the shit out of Roy as you block every attempt you then pick him up by the armpits, just like how the monkey from the lion king does it. As he flails around he growls. “Unhand me! I must put Harper in his place!”

Roy chuckles at that and instead of just getting off your bed he makes himself even comfier. That slightly annoys you so you put Damien down before saying. “Get him out of my room and I’ll go to that art museum thing you wanted to go to.”

Damien smirks at that while Roy looks at you with betrayal in his eyes. You then watch as Damien chases out Roy, they made a mess of your bedroom but your bed was safe so, still worth it. You yawn when you see Damien come in with that (anime chara that reminds you of Damien) shirt and shorts and Jon coming in with more comfortable clothing that seemed a bit small on him. Jon then asks. “We wanna cuddle.”

Damien smacks Jon’s arm and then clears his throat before saying. “We wish to… Share warmth. It should be apart of your nature.”

You know what Damian means but the way he said it made you uncomfortable. You then nod as you motion for them to come in. They both take off their shoes and Jon zooms over to get into your bed. Damien walks over as normal as he can but you can tell he’s excited. You chuckle and hold them close to your chest as you all snuggle up. The three of you stay like that for hours, just talking and scrolling through your phones while being warm and toasty.

Until there’s a knock on the door, you see Clark poke his head in as he says. “We’re doing team games down at the family room, we’re playing mario party.”

Both of the boys perk up and they leave you to go play. You the sigh and relax, finally alone again. You scroll on your phone until you hear a knocking outside the window. You groan and open the window to see Conner floating outside your window. He smiles and says. “Can I come in?”

You smile as you roll your eyes at him. You let him in and he puts his shoes on the shoe rack before landing on the bean bag chair with a small ‘oof’. You chuckle as you lie next to him. As you lie down on your back, he curls up against you as he mumbles. “You’re always so warm.”

You chuckle and pull him onto you, like he was some weighted blanket. His face flushes and he smiles widely before pressing kisses onto your face which you laugh at. He stops and then looks into your eyes, he then pushes himself up and then nuzzles your neck. He goes back to pressing gentle kisses on the column of your throat. You let out a little groan before pushing him off and then biting all over the base of his neck. You then hear a knock on the door, you grumble against Conner’s neck and press another kiss to the then move around to go get the door.

You open it to see Roy at the door. He’s about to say something but Conner pops out from behind you and Roy sees the marks on his neck. He stays quiet before he smirks and asks. “You got room for one more?”

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Hope you guys like this treat! It is not proofread…. This isn’t canon, it’s more like a one shot.