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âŹambi â 19, sacrificial lamb, he / him, yandere writer
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i would love to see more platonic yan batfam! Like what happens if reader like slipped on the stairs and broke a bone?
đrcane â mysterious, known by few.
âŹatfam | platonic yandere batfam x male!reader
content warning: description of broken ankle, the batfam obsessing over you lol
authors note: guys i've never broken a bone sorry if this is inaccurate :(
word count: 693
Your attempt was futile. You'd yelled at Jason, who had 'playfully' insulted you one too many times. Now you stormed down the corridors, the others trailing behind. Dick, the kindest of the five, tried to negotiate with you.
"C'mon, baby, just let Jay apologise-" You broke into a run, brows furrowed. Apologise, your ass. You spotted the front door from the second-floor railings and dashed to the staircase, wide enough for all five of you.
Finally, you faced them. Jason stood sheepishly at the back, silent, while Dick gently caressed your arms. âHeâs sorry. Itâs nothing to get worked up over, okay, birdie?â You shook your head quickly in protest, pushing him away. He stumbled back (acted weaker than he was to give you the upper hand, no way youâd be able to push him), standing next to Bruce.
â[name].â Bruce spoke, folding his arms over his chest. âJason will apologise.â
You groaned, rolling your eyes and finally making it down the first of the many steps to run out the front door. It all happened at once, your feet suddenly hitting the edge of a step and toppling down the staircase. Youâd landed on your back at the bottom of the staircase, lying on the brown mahogany floor with a groan. A sharp crack echoed up the grand staircase.
You felt a sharp pain shoot up your leg, and as you tried to sit up, you realised what was wrong. Your ankle was practically the wrong way, not connected to your leg bone and uselessly lying on the floor. You bit your bottom lip so as not to cry out, trembling hands grabbing at your ankle to try and âfixâ it.
The Batfam was already by your side; you hadnât even seen them running down the carpeted stairs. Dick had picked you up, one arm under your knees and the other under your back, so he was nowhere near your broken ankle.
Tim was already at your other side while Dick carried you back up the stairs, leading the lot to the private infirmary. âItâll take around six to twelve weeks to heal, [name],â he sighed. âThis is why you should do as we say, instead of running away like a brat.â
You didnât answer; instead, you glared as Dick spoke to you. âIt was only Jason winding him up, Tim. And twelve weeks of you not leaving the house sounds pretty good to me.â You folded your arms with a huff, resting the side of your head against his chest.
âShut up,â you grumbled under your breath as you were gently lowered onto the medical bed. Bruce was already phoning the physician, voice deep, even though you couldnât tell what he was saying. Once you were led down, everyone began to fuss over you.
âPoor birdie,â Dick spoke, rubbing up and down your good leg as they all waited for the physician. Jason was at your other side, holding your hand with tightness as if he felt guilty. âSorry, [name].â He spoke, uncharacteristically kind.
Tim paid no mind to you (or so you thought, his mind is always occupied with you), sitting at a cool metal table, tapping keys on his laptop and thoroughly researching what heâd need to do to speed the healing process. Damian was silently standing at the foot of the medical bed, eyes fixed on your ankle with a furrowed brow.
Bruce was the one who paid attention to you the most, even if it didnât seem like it. Heâd long put his phone in his pocket, standing near the head of the bed, caressing your forehead. âYou shouldâve told me about Jason first. Iâd have handled it.â
The physician stumbled into the infirmary, pushing up his glasses with a finger and holding his briefcase in his other hand. Bruce had probably threatened the poor man on the phone.
âItâll need a cast, and healing should take around nine weeks,â the physician spoke as he worked, cleaning the area after doing an X-ray before applying the cast itself.
âNine weeks of taking care of you, baby,â Dick whispered, planting a kiss on the back of your hand.
âŹelie â to give a false impression of, misrepresent, or contradict something.
đhe âingmaster's đircus | yandere circus x male!reader PT. 1
content warning: reader trapped in mirror maze, use of illusions, manipulation of senses, palm reading you
authors note: trying to introduce you slowly so you get an idea of all the characters and their diff personalities! if you're still confused, you can request a dump of them and i'll expand on them a bit more!
word count: 1085
Youâd shoved on the shittiest choice of clothes you could find, not really wanting to look presentable anyway. It was only a circus. You looked out of your window into the pitch-black sky before drawing them shut. You saw the striped tents in the distance, adorned with their stupid hanging fairy lights that were so bright it should be classed as light pollution.
With a grumble, you checked the blue, shimmering ticket once more before shoving it into your sweatpants pocket along with some cash for food.
You pulled your hoodie hood over your head, trying not to let the cold breeze bother you. It was nighttime after all. The crowds were already surrounding the tent, the hill's floor muddy as people split drinks. You began to line up, the queue moving painfully slowly as people were either accepted into the circus or kicked out.
You got to the ticket handler, another jester wearing the same uniform as Con. Except it was striped yellow, the ruffles around the sleeves and collar were more accentuated. You handed him your ticket without saying a word, yet you did a double take when he didnât punch the ticket, just stared at it.
âWhere did you get this?â His voice was croaky, like he hadnât spoken in a while.
âUhh- I think his name was Con,â you muttered, averting your eyes to let them wander into the circus lands. âWhy? Is it fake or something?â You tilted your head. The jester shook his head, and you swore you could see his brows furrow even though he was wearing a mask. This happened more than once now! Is this their real face or something?
âGo through,â he spoke, handing your ticket back. He hadnât punched it. You gave him a weary glare before wandering through the gates into the muddy circus floor. You could feel him watching you.
The tents were spacious, and many were scattered in a circle surrounding the gate. There were multiple small ones off to the side, and the largest was in the middle. The food and drink stalls were scattered randomly, but the lines for them were huge. You could hear cheers and applause from the largest tent and see the strobe lights through the thin fabric of its roof. Youâd go there last, when there was a new performance on. It was still early in the night.
You entered the tent on the left of you first, where you were met with a mirror maze. It was kind of boring doing this and being alone, and sort of embarrassing, but you went through anyway, hands out in front of you as a precaution. You rounded a corner perfectly, but furrowed your brow once the blasting music and the chatter of others completely disappeared.
Looking around, you realised you were completely alone in this stupid maze. You huffed, deciding to continue on anyway. Yet, you kept seeing things out of the corner of your eye. Shadows. Noting it was your eyes playing tricks on you, as no one truly knew what the reflection of two mirrors together truly was, you decided it was that! YeahâŠ
You thought you were nearing the end, but the maze seemed to keep on going and going and going. It was like you were going in circles, and seeing your reflection for so long made you feel like you were going crazy. With a groan, you hit the mirror in front of you in frustration. It cracked. You raised your brows. Were you strong, or was the mirror weak?
Stumbling back, you began to walk more quickly. You didnât notice the black, blood-like consistency of the sludge dripping from the cracks of the mirror.
âHiya!â A voice cheerfully spoke from behind you, and you felt gloved hands grabbing either side of your waist. âYou look a little lost, honey.â You turned your head, finally meeting eyes with the same porcelain mask the rest of them wore. His uniform was different, though: a checkered black-and-white on one side of his suit, the other side red and black stripes.
âWell, I sort of canât get out.â You huffed, holding his wrists in an attempt to remove his hands off of you. He didnât let go, instead using his grip to lead you to the exit. He was somehow walking backwards comically while doing this. It must be his attraction if heâd memorised it this well. You ended up out of the maze, yet you were back at the entrance of the tent.
âPay me another visit tonight, honey. Nameâs Casper.â He handed you a ticket before retreating back into the tent. It was similar to the one Con gave you, yet its borders matched Casperâs uniform. You nodded slowly (although you had no plan to), shoving it in your pocket along with the other and walking away.
You sighed, eyes wandering over the tent next to Casperâs. It was the same size, and to its right was the bigger tent in the middle. You decided to go in the smaller one, lifting the flap to be greeted with a table and a glowing orb. A fortune teller. You held back a snort. You didnât believe in this stuff.
Sitting anyway, you didnât even notice someone sitting opposite you until they came into the light. He looked like a real jester, in a purple-and-black half-and-half uniform, matching his hat, which was adorned with gold bells. You were surprised you didnât hear him either.
His hand gestured to yours, and you gave it to him, his gloved fingers tracing over your palm as if reading it. He gently placed your hand atop the glowing purple orb, his hand over yours as if to steady it. Somehow, the orb began to produce images.
The first image was something like a moodboard of a blue-and-black-striped uniform, the same mask most of the circus was wearing, and those gold bells. It reminded you of Con. Your eyes shot up for a second, analysing the Jesterâs mask, as you were convinced they conveyed emotions at this point. You could tell he wasnât happy.
With a huff, he quickly took your hand off, purple eyes boring into yours. He allowed you to stand, and as you left, you realised the two of you didnât exchange a word. Was he mute? The other clowns jumped at the opportunity to speak to you.
Whatever. It was time for the other two tents opposite the hill anyway. Then later, the main attraction.
âłellifluous â A sound that is sweet, smooth, and incredibly pleasing to hear. Your nameâto them.
âunior âigh. | yandere!students x male!reader FINALE
content warning: murder by hanging (slight graphic), kidnapping, manipulation, extreme yandere, haysey being rude again, threatening
authors note: i didn't know who to make the main yandere. i also wanted to focus on my new series 'ringmaster circus' so sorry if this feels rushed!
word count: 678
tag list: @leeiasure
You had woken up before the blaring alarm today. Haysey was already up, just like on the first day. He got dressed and greeted you with his usual smile. âMorning, sunshine.â You smiled back.
Youâd only woken up so early because you couldnât sleep through the night. Thoughts of yesterdayâs events- especially how Haysey seemed to know everything- kept you restless. As morning settled in, you finally asked, âY-Yesterday. When we were getting a drink. What did that lady mean by âobsessionâ?â
Haysey froze, hands stilling in their ministrations of tying his tie. âYou know⊠this is why those students got kicked out. You shouldnât pry,â his voice had turned uncharacteristically low, gravelly. You furrowed your brow, sitting up and pressing for more.
âDid you report them? Are you like-â
âBe quiet. I have something to attend to.â And with that, Haysey left. The wake-up bell hadnât even rung yet. What could he possibly be doing?
You huffed, finally getting out of bed and stretching your arms above your head with a groan. No bother. Youâd just ask for a room change if he keeps being rude. Jacob said students werenât supposed to have roommates anyway.
Slowly, you got dressed, taking your time as you werenât in a rush this morning. Your phone buzzed while you were doing your skincare. Humming, you picked it up to read a message. Huh. You hadnât given anyone your number. It was only the second day after all.
âmeet me at room 109.â It read.
You bit your bottom lip. Did they mean now? Wasnât that Jacobâs dorm room? You debated it while brushing your hair, taking your sweet time until the bell rang. That meant you had half an hour until first class. Youâd have time to go, maybe it was an important notice from Jacob!
You rubbed your eyes. Fine, youâd go.
Slowly packing your bag, putting in your class books for the day. Youâd finally locked the dorm room door behind you, guessing Haysey wouldnât be back before first class.
You navigated the winding corridors once again, managing to find your way pretty quickly even though it was only the second time youâd been there. Okay, maybe you got lost once.
Room 109. You knocked with two knuckles, your other hand grabbing the strap of your backpack, as if to steady yourself. No one answered. You couldnât even hear a shuffle inside. âHell-â you were quickly cut off by someone standing behind you, their hand over your mouth.
âYou'd better keep this pretty mouth shut and do as I say. Got it?â You nodded slowly, attempting to look at their face through the corner of your eyes. They were wearing a mask, yet had the most striking blue eyes youâd seen.
They let go of your mouth slowly, both of their hands moving to grab either side of your waist. Opening the dorm room door, they walked you inside. The blinds were shut, lights off. You couldnât see a thing.
Your eyes didnât have time to adjust as the harsh LEDâs were turned on, the bright white blinding you for a second. You couldnât believe what you saw. Letting out a scream, you attempted to turn and bolt out of the room. The masked man caught you quickly, shutting the door behind the pair of you. âI told you to shut up,â he growled.
âYou wanna know what happens to pretty boys who donât follow orders?â You shook your head quickly, covering your mouth.
Turning around once more, there you saw them. Jacob and Noah were both hanging by a tough, brown rope from the ceiling. You began to sob. If two of your friends were here, dead, then where was Haysey?
âI-I know- I know itâs you. Haysey,â you spoke.
He laughed, taking his mask off. âYou got me.â The blackava was thrown on the floor. Haysey grabbed you by your shoulders roughly, turning you to face him. âThe students didnât get kicked out. They got killed.â
âBy an obsession of mine. And you are currently my fixation.â
âŹelie â to give a false impression of, misrepresent, or contradict something.
đhe âingmaster's đircus | yandere circus x male!reader INTRO
content warning: stalking from con (not known by reader yet)
authors note: beginning of a new series! i'll update junior high later today
word count: 431
You'd heard plenty about the recent Ringmasterâs Circus. Flyers were plastered everywhere: on shop windows, scattered on the wet, disintegrating on the ground, and still being handed out. The large red and white striped tents on the hill past your small town were impossible to miss.
âHave a flyer! Be sure to attend!â called a cheerful voice. The masked person handed you a poster, somehow managing a smile you could sense, and added, âSee you tonight!â
The poster itself was striking. It lacked the garishness of typical circus posters; instead, the artwork on the front was vivid and detailed, with each circus operator illustrated in bright colours. The words âđhe âingmaster's đircusâ appeared at the top in bold, elegant cursive.
You sighed, already sick of the constant flyers, and tossed it in the nearest bin before walking off.
The tickets were expensive, as expected, given the size of the tents, but you refused to pay. You grumbled, ignoring the other flyer distributors, eager to go home and sleep. Living near the loud, bright tents didnât help- since opening the night before, you hadnât slept a wink until the circus ended late.
You bumped into a chest as you rounded a corner, stumbling back with an âoofâ. âSorry,â you muttered, not even glancing up as you tried to walk around them, until you noticed their attire.
They wore a similar mask to those handing out the flyers, yet it seemed more important, more expensive. It was a porcelain white, with drawn-on facial features that somehow expressed their feelings despite staying the same. The only gaps in the mask were for their eyes, a black sclera with a contrasting blue iris that seemed to glow.
They tilted their head, the bells adorning their blue-and-black striped hat jingling. âAlmost knocked ya out there,â the smile on the mask grew impossibly wider. Were your eyes playing tricks? âYa hurt anywhere?â Their hands were already on you, and you felt the fabric of their black gloves against your bare arm, rubbing up until the hem of your sleeves. âThe nameâs Contortionist, but you can call me Con.â
You looked up at them, not really feeling interested. Was this more propaganda for the Ringmasterâs Circus?
âIâm fine. Iâll see you later.â Your hands were already in your pockets as you walked off, yet your fingers grazed over something paper-like. You pulled the foreign object out with a furrowed brow. A ticket. It was rectangular in shape and black with blue edges, âđhe âingmaster's đircusâ written in the middle once more. Huh. Maybe you would attend that circus.

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âŹruce đŠayne | platonic yandere x male!reader
content warning: you escaped, spanking as punishment, cameras in room, privacy privileges taken away, consolidation as after care
authors note: heâs sooo older daddy ughhh
word count: 533
Being Bruceâs final adopted child was weird. Your brothers were overprotective of you, and Bruce wouldnât even give you the light of day- literally.
So, youâd escaped.
And been brought back to the mansion after ten minutes of leisurely freedom. It was worth a try! Bruce never let you out of the house, made Alfred homeschool you, and worst of all wouldnât even shape you up to fight villains in Gotham. You were stuck.
The five of them- Bruce, Jason, Tim, Damian and Dick, were surrounding you in Bruceâs study.
âThat wasnât smart of you,â Tim sighed, pinching his nose bridge. âYou couldâve been-â
He was cut off by Bruce. âEnough, all of you, out. Iâll speak to him privately.â
You paid the lot of them no mind as they reluctantly left the study, leaving Bruce and you alone. Your arms were folded, sitting on the chair facing Bruceâs desk while your daddy sat on the other side. You averted your eyes with a pout.
âI trusted you,â he sighed, leaning back on his chair. âIâd finally unbolted the windows after you begged me to. And this is what you do? Youâll be staying in my room until the foreseeable future.â
You furrowed your brow. âWhat? No way!â you groaned, sitting up to finally look at Bruce. âJust bolt my windows again, Iâll-â
âNo. You donât deserve the privilege of privacy. Iâll have Tim put cameras in. 24/7 surveillance until we can maybe trust you.â
You grumbled curses under your breath, muttering of how much a dick Bruce was.
âOver my lap.â
âWhat?â you stammered.
âYou heard me. Come here, now.â His fingers curled, beckoning you forward as he pushed his chair back, adjusting the position of his legs.
Reluctantly, you stood, hand steadying yourself on the side of Bruceâs dark wood desk as you rounded the corner, standing at his side.
He sighed, pushing you by a hand on your lower back so you fall over his lap, your hands on the floor in front of you so you didnât topple over- feet unable to touch the ground.
âIâve had enough of you. And your attitude. If this doesnât teach you, Iâll do far worse boy.â
His large hands pulled your pants down, revealing your cute, white lace boxers, which Bruce didnât bother removing. âI want you to count,â he didnât wait, hand striking down on your ass.
âO-One!â you gasped, hands coming up to fist Bruceâs pants in an attempt to console yourself. Smack! âTwo!â Smack, smack smack! âTen!â
âTen more, then weâre all done.â Bruce spoke, hands rubbing over your red ass before delivering another hit. Tears were already gathering in your eyes, ass red raw.
It was over before you knew it, but you were a sniffling teary mess. Bruce sighed, gently pulling your pants up for you, rubbing your ass with his palms in an attempt to soothe you.
He brought you up to sit on his lap properly, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck. ââs okay, baby. There we go. All done. You gonna be good now?â
He let out a coy smile once he felt your nod, rubbing your back gently.
âaconic â a style of speaking or writing that uses very few words to express much, often to the point of seeming brief, mysterious, or blunt.
âogan âowlett | platonic yandere headcannons
content warning: your âfriendsâ leave you on a night out, drunk driving (nothing happens), kidnapping, nickname âkidâ
the two of you would definitely meet at a bar. youâd be dressed to your best abilities (and glammed up with makeup if you wish) to attempt to get free drinks with your friends.
heâd be there, of course, drinking whiskey like he loved the burn of it going down his throat and the bad aftertaste. spoiler alert: heâs numb to it now.
your friends would be pestering him, after all he does have a pretty face. youâd be reluctantly sat on a stool beside the group, big eyes wandering around as if you didnât want to be there. you didnât, theyâd dragged you.
later in the evening, when the bar was kicking people out for closing time, your friends would leave you. theyâd order an uber and itâd coincidentally have enough room for them but not for you. âwe didnât wanna pay extra for an xl for one person!â
itâs fine, you say, you hadnât drunken a lot anyway, and you didnât live far. but the effects of alcohol hit right after they left, and you were alone stumbling down the dark wet streets.
youâd feel a hand on your lower back, guiding you. it was the man your friends were pestering before for a drink. âlogan.â
âcome on, kid, letâs get you home.â
you nodded, yet your mouth and mind couldnât form a single coherent word. how could you tell him where you lived? no matter, youâd let the hands of fate decide- or his hands.
heâd taken you to a secluded lodge, driven there in his red truck through winding gravel roads adorned with ominous tall trees.
âstay here for a night or two, get you back on your feet.â heâd muttered, peeling your clothes away slowly to redress you in his oversized shirt substituted for pyjamas.
if only you knew youâd never be let outside once again.
âłellifluous â A sound that is sweet, smooth, and incredibly pleasing to hear. Your nameâto them.
âunior âigh. | yandere!students x male!reader PT. 2
content warning: haysey being kind of a meanie ;(, noah and you splashing paint at each other, occult club happenings, yandere themes
authors note: this is a long one cuz i wanted each character to have special time! their obsessions with you are starting to show..(specifically haysey) chemistry classes' boy next chap!
word count: 1343
tag list: @leeiasure
Final period- already exhausted. Chemistry was your last class, a subject you wanted absolutely nothing to do with. You didnât speak or let anyone speak to you. Instead, you dissociated, eyes fixed on the chalkboard.
You remembered your promises: join the occult club and model for Noahâs painting again. Peeling your forehead from the desk when the bell rang, you slung your bag over your shoulder and staggered out of class.
Pretty sure clubs begin at five, so you had enough time to meet up with Noah and have a little lunch break before joining the occult club with Jacob.
Rounding the corner, you bumped into someone once more. âIs this becoming our meeting, sunshine?â Of course, it was Haysey, with his stupid, sickening grin. He helped you up (as he should, heâs knocked you over twice now).
âCanât talk, Hayes, I gotta be Noahâs sub-â you blabbered, not wanting to upset your new friend by being late.
âWho?â Haysey cut you off, his hand tightening around yours, still latching on from when he helped you up. âUgh- my friend. Iâll just- see you around,â you sighed, managing to slide your hand out of his grip to walk to your art classroom.
Grumbling under your breath, you inhaled as you opened the classroom door, the sunsetâs light already hitting your face from the large windows. âNoah?â
âHey, pretty boy! Wonderinâ when you âbout to show up!â
You let out a smile. Noah was refreshing after being with Haysey practically all day. âDidnât keep you waiting, did I?â you replied, voice melodic and sweet as it usually is. Noah shook his head, grabbing your bag to place it over his on the floor.
âIâll help you get into position. You gotta be perfect,â he chuckled, already grabbing your hand to gently tug you along to the platform. His hands were gentle- soft. He tilted your chin with his thumb, eyes meeting yours. His warm, brown eyes matched his curly hair.
Now that you thought about it, basically everyone in this school was like hot as fuck. You fluttered your lashes as his hands trailed down to sit you on the stool, caressing your uniform and adjusting your blazer to sit exactly how it did when you previously sat there.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispered. âT-The pose-â he stammered out, tips of his ears going red. You tried not to move, but let out a slight chuckle.
âThank you, kind sir.â
All he did was smile, returning to his easel to gracefully pull off the white sheet covering it. Youâd have to look at the painting later.
Luckily, finishing his painting didnât take too long- only an hour. Which you thought wasnât long anyway- you werenât very experienced⊠Itâs only four, so you have time before you have to leave for the occult club.
âCan I see? Can I see?â You giggled, feet already rushing ahead of you to stand. âWhoa-whoa-â Noah hushed, standing from his stool to stand in front of you and block your path. âMaybe⊠later. Iâve still got to paint the background.â His fingers tickled your nose, leaving a splodge of white paint on the tip.
âHey!â You whined, rubbing at the paint. Your eyes wandered, dipping it in some undried paint on a left paint palette. Copying him, you swiped four fingers over his cheek.
âOh, itâs on.â
From there on, you were both dramatically splashing each other with vibrant paint, getting it on your uniforms and faces. You giggled, face and blazer covered in paint. âIâll have to get cleaned up. See you next class, Noah.â
He smiled, grabbed both your bags, and handed you yours. âSee you around, pretty boy.â
Youâd gotten to your dorm around half four, enough time to have a quick shower and dry your hair. Haysey was there, sat at his desk, working on what you assumed was his homework. âYou have fun-â the words stopped leaving his mouth once he saw the state of you. With a sigh and a furrowed brow, he stood from his chair.
âHow are you going to get this out of your blazer? Who did this to you?â Haysey spoke quickly, fingers dipping in the paint on your cheek in an attempt to get it off.
âItâs fine. Youâre like my dad or somethingâŠâ You muttered, walking away to throw your bag on your bed. âNoah and I were only playing.â
âThat boy? It looks like he practically tortured you,â Haysey spoke, voice rising a little. âGet in the shower and give me your uniform. Iâll try to get it out.â
Reluctantly, you did as Haysey said and hopped into the shower. Youâd have to dress in normal clothes; itâd be more fitting for the occult club anyway.
Room 109, room 109⊠You muttered to yourself, attempting to navigate the schoolâs winding corridors once more. Youâd have to memorise them one day, hopefully.
Finally! It looked like Jacobâs dorm room, with a door similar to yours. You knocked with two knuckles, waiting awkwardly outside until Jacob let you in. â[name]! Come in!â
Jacob was a blonde boy with big brown eyes and plump, glossy lips. His lips were the first thing you noticed about him, and you had to stop yourself from staring sometimes. You nodded, walking in behind Jacob- it was his dorm room. But his was only a single.
âYou donât have a roommate?â You asked, tilting your head. âRoommates? I didnât know this school did those,â Huh.
You laughed it off, scratching behind your neck. âSo, where are the other members of your club?â
Jacob sheepishly grinned, playing with his hair. âAbout that⊠kinda⊠no one else joined.â
âW-Well, thatâs okay!â You stammered. âIâll try to get more to join next week or something. It can just be us two today if you want,â you smiled.
Jacob nodded frantically, rushing behind you to turn off the lights. It wasnât that dark because the blinds were still open and the sun had only just set, so there was still an orange hue to the sky. âI present- the ouiji board!â Jacob âmysteriouslyâ spoke, hovering the thing in front of your face as if youâd wet your pants and run away.
âUh-huh. And, do you know how to use that?â You pushed the board away, letting Jacob place it on his bed.
âTch. Iâm the one and only occult master, of course I do!â Jacob puffed his chest up. He looked around while rubbing his hands together like a knock-off villain, before unboxing the ouiji board. âSo- uhm⊠do you wanna go first?â Jacob bit his bottom lip.
âYou donât know how to use it! I knew it!â You pointed, laughing. Jacob quickly put his hands up as if he was surrendering, shaking his head quickly. âI do-I do-â
The lights flickered on- and then off. You deadpanned at Jacob, folding your arms and rolling your eyes. âBut you know how to do magic tricks?â
âW-What?! That wasnât me, man-â the lights flickered again, making that iconic sound this time, like something from a horror game. Your brows raised, and you slowly backed onto Jacobâs bed to sit down. âSo.. are we gonna die here?â
It happened once more, and Jacob had run out of the room. With a chuckle, you followed suit, but the corridor lights were on and doing fine. Weird.
âIâll see you in biology, Jacob!â You yelled randomly, unaware of where he had run to before you slowly walked back to your own dorm.
With a yawn, you opened the door. You expected Haysey to still be at his desk, working on his homework. He just looked like the type of guy to be a nerd. But Haysey wasnât there.
âHaysey?â you called out. You felt a hand on your lower back, and you jumped, turning around quickly. There Haysey was. âWhatâs up? Sorry, I just⊠nipped out for a second.â
âOh, nothing, I guess.â You muttered, flopping on your bed with a huff. âI joined the occult club.â
âOh, that thing? I know.â
đismet â Destiny or fate.
âŹruce đŠayne | platonic yandere headcannons
content warning: forced dependency, kidnapping, mentions of bondage, bruce wayneâs children, forced infantilisation(?), manipulation
bruce would become interested pretty quickly. since youâre a lot younger than him, youâd probably meet at a gala for business accompanied by your daddy. or youâd be the target of a villain in gotham that he was targeting.
heâd know everything about you the day he saw your face and heard your name, using his privilege and money to research anything and everything about you- your routine, job (if has one), friends, family. heâd deem your friends and family worthless, doing nothing to help you flourish like he would.
wayne would likely kidnap you after the first week of his obsession. itâd be easy for someone like him- who knows how to use hush money, who knows how to hide his tracks after years of experience. youâd wake up blindfolded and bound with silks, as to not hurt your pretty wrists and ankles.
heâd practically force you to get used to him, making you stay in his room to get used to his scent and his schedule of coming home. heâd make you become acquainted with alfred whoâd act all innocent and friendly, then tell bruce all your thoughts and feelings on your situation.
bruce would definitely manipulate you, heâd have eyes and ears on you at all times- curtesy of tim. speaking of, his children would also want to be apart of it, to be apart of you.
theyâd feed you themselves, bathe you, dress you, do everything for you. they want you to be dependent on them- to need them to the point of no return.
youâre never esacaping now.
đapricious â Someone or something governed by sudden, impulsive, or unpredictable changes in mood, behavior, or direction.
đatsuki âŹakugo | platonic yandere headcannons
content warning: isolation as punishment, kidnapping, starvation as punishment
bakugo would be tough to infatuate with you. your personality would be striking like his, or the complete opposite by being quiet and reserved. itâd take a lot to get him to even like you.
because youâre younger, youâd probably be a student at u.a attending his agency during that arc. thatâs how he gets close to you quickly, pushing you hard enough and when you show him you can do it- heâs impressed.
or youâd be either a vigilante or a villain, always on his mind with his attempts of catching you.
his obsession would start slow, heâd deny it to himself that he had any sort of platonic feelings for you. but itâd slowly build and build until he has no one to talk to this about- he knows itâs wrong but he canât stop.
heâd feel bad doing it- taking you, but itâs for your own good! you just werenât meant for harsh battles or training regimes.
heâd always try to keep himself in check once he finally has you. trying not to lash out, to explode. his punishments would be fairly simple- sometimes isolation for a day, or not provide food for a day.
his rewards were the best though, heâd let you out into his lavish back garden (heâs rich, itâs massive) with supervision of course. it would probably be the first time you felt the sun in months, bakugo is paranoid of letting you outside, just incase.
heâd treat you like his child, because he loves you.

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âunior âigh.
â INTRO - 492 words. no cw
â PART ONE - 1253 words. starting mentions of obsession
â PART TWO - 1343 words. haysey being kind of a meanie ;(, noah and you splashing paint at each other, occult club happenings, yandere themes
â FINALE - 678 words. murder by hanging (slight graphic), kidnapping, manipulation, extreme yandere, haysey being rude again, threatening
đhe âingmaster's đircus
â INTRO - 431 words. stalking from con (which you dont know about)
â PART ONE - 1085 words. reader trapped in mirror maze, use of illusions, manipulation of senses, palm reading you
â MY HERO ACADEMIA
đatsuki âŹakugo.
â HEADCANNONS - isolation as punishment, kidnapping, starvation as punishment
â DC
âŹruce đŠayne.
â HEADCANNONS - forced dependency, kidnapping, mentions of bondage, bruce wayneâs children, forced infantilisation(?), manipulation
â SPANKING - 533 words. you escaped, spanking as punishment, cameras in room, privacy privileges taken away, consolidation as after care
âŹatfam.
â BROKEN ANKLE - 693 words. description of broken ankle, the batfam obsessing over you lol
â MARVEL
âogan âowlett.
â HEADCANNONS - your âfriendsâ leave you on a night out, drunk driving (nothing happens), kidnapping, nickname âkidâ
âłellifluous â A sound that is sweet, smooth, and incredibly pleasing to hear. Your nameâto them.
âunior âigh. | yandere!students x male!reader PT. 1
content warning: starting mentions of obsession
authors note: im planning to make this a slow burn! lmk if you want me to speed things up
word count: 1253
tag list: @leeiasure
The alarm was a violent shrill in your ears. You jolted awake⊠where were you? Right. The dorm room, ugly walls and all, not your old bed. Youâd actually forgotten you moved here. How could you already forget?
Haysey was already up and dressed in his uniform: a black blazer with matching pants, a white undershirt, dress shoes, and a striped blue-and-white tie. He rummaged through a pile of papers on his desk before looking up. âMorning, sunshine,â he spoke with a grin, eyes wandering to your messy bedhead with a chuckle. âYou got your timetable? Iâll walk you to your lessons- free of charge.â
You hummed, rubbing your eyes, still half stuck in sleep and not quite ready to let go. Why did you always wake up this groggy? Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. The timetable, where was it? âR-Right- bottom drawer,â you yawned, grabbing your ugly uniform and trudging to the bathroom.
You emerged, drowning a bit in that uniform. Did you send in the wrong measurements, or did you just grow smaller overnight? Either way, it looked terrible, and you felt it too.
âDid you get it?â you asked, your eyes wandering over Hayseyâs back that was towards you.
âYeah- uhh, youâve not got a third period class, did you choose one?â Haysey asked, brows furrowed as he flipped through your timetable, then turned to face you. He clicked his tongue, stepping closer and reaching down to adjust your tie. You let your eyes finally wander over his face.
Hayseyâs blonde curls, freckles, and sea-blue eyes caught your attention. He was attractive.
âI just⊠I didnât know what to choose,â you muttered, averting your eyes to not be caught staring. He finally finished up with your tie, his hands running down your arms to âsmooth out your blazerâ.
âWell, itâs only the first day. Youâll have to choose by October, though. You ready to go?â
You stumbled to grab your bag, already packed last night (which you silently thanked yourself for), with all your heavy books. Nodding, you swung your bag over your shoulder and began to follow Haysey down the endless corridors of the college.
In the first period, you chose biology. Youâd thought it was relatively easy in high school, but all this new content building on the previous made your headache and brow furrow. Your deskmate next to you seemed to think the same, not even attempting to pay attention anymore, playing with his pen.
âAre you struggling too? Itâs [name],â you whispered, tilting your head as your eyes wandered over his face. He let out a huff of acknowledgement, his eyes meeting yours. âItâs⊠different, isnât it?â he spoke, eyes crinkling with sarcasm. âIâm Jacob.â
The teacher let out a loud âshushâ, fingers to her lips, yet she wasnât directing it at you- only Jacob. Your eyes met hers, and she let out a coy smile.
Jacob waited a long minute before whispering to you again. âIâve made a club, today of course, do you wanna join?â You said yes before you even knew what it was about, eagerly nodding. Youâd thought youâd have made no friends, but you were proving yourself wrong!
âWhatâs the catch?â you whispered, pretending to scribble things down when the teacher was looking.
Jacob let out a quiet chuckle, looking away. âItâs based on occults. Like- researching ghosts ân stuff.â
Jacob was lucky, because you were quite interested in the happenings of the afterlife. Before you could get your interests out, the bell rang. That same, agitating bell that had woken you up this morning.
Jacob was already packing up, leaving the room, but not without looking back at you with a smile and a wave. âSee you soon- room 109!â
The second period had come before you knew it, time seemed to quicken when you were meeting new people. You had chosen art. Well, maybe you hadnât done it in high school, but it seemed easy!
The classroom was large, with brick walls and floor-to-ceiling windows that let natural light dance across your face. Easels and stools were organised in a circle around a circular platform in the middle of the room, probably for painting subjects to be.
You sat on a random stool, the one in the middle, before all the other students came rushing in. Two boys sat on either side of you; you werenât used to being at an all-boys school, already adjusting their easels for themselves. Maybe you shouldâve done researchâŠ
âHere,â the boy on the left of you spoke, adjusting your easel to your height.
âOh-! Thank you, I didnât-â you were cut off by the teacher's voice, who was standing on the platform in the middle of the room.
âI need a volunteer!â he yelled, voice authoritative and bellowing. âTo be the painting subject.â When no one raised their hands, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before pointing at you.
âCome up, do a pose, and stand still.â
You stammered pathetically, red-faced. You already had stage fright; you couldnât pose in front of a classroom of fifteen students! Standing anyway, you sucked in a breath, biting your bottom lip as you came to stand on the platform. The teacher has pushed a stool under you, forcing you to sit. He adjusted your pose with comically gentle hands, tilting your face up to catch the light.
âBegin painting!â He yelled, leaving the classroom to do whatever.
It was practically an hour of torture. Your neck was beginning to ache from tilting upwards for so long, and your hands were cramping from holding the chair tight so as not to fall off. Every time you moved even an inch, the students would sigh inwardly or groan quietly. It wasnât your fault!
For once, you were thankful that the shrieking bell had rung, already moving off the platform with a stretch. You moved towards your easel, picking up your bag. âYouâre a good subject,â the boy who adjusted your easel had spoken, swinging his bag over his shoulder.
âBut, I didnât finish. Would you mind maybe meeting up after classes end?â
You nodded slowly, trying to peek at his painting, but he was already covering it with the white cloth.
âGreat! Weâll meet here again. Iâm Noah, you?â
â[name].â
And he already left, waving at you with the back of his hand.
For third period⊠You hadnât chosen anything, which Haysey had told you off for. You decided to explore the college, which was unexplainably large after all. What did they even hide in here?
Already wandering around, you gripped your backpack with both hands. Now, you know where the cafeteria is! Trailing around a corner, you had bumped into a hard chest, stumbling backwards a little upon impact.
âCareful, sunshine,â he spoke. It was Haysey, grabbing you by your forearm to prevent you from falling.
âHaysey? Whatâre you doing out of class?â you spoke, furrowing your brow as you steadied yourself.
âLooking for you. I know you didnât have third period, so I skipped my class too. Lucky I found you, you want a drink?â
You nodded slowly as Haysey dragged you along by your arm to the cafeteria. The large dining hall was relatively empty, as most were in class. The staff were behind the counter, preparing the food for fourth period (lunch).
âHey Haysey!â The dinner lady spoke, her crow eyes prominent at the side of her warm eyes. âThis is your new obsession?â Her gaze raked over you.
What did she mean by that?
âłellifluous â A sound that is sweet, smooth, and incredibly pleasing to hear. Your nameâto them.
âunior âigh. | yandere!students x male!reader INTRO
content warning: nothing! pretty light intro for a new series
authors note: i'm focusing on making this a yandere harem for male!reader, so lmk what character personality tropes you'd like to see
word count: 492
Summer had long ended by now, and it was coming up to your favourite season: autumn. The only downside was the beginning of the school season. And that was where you were standing now- Junior High! The gates were like something from a horror movie, a matte-black, ornate wrought iron, with pretty geometric aluminium casting the designs. And the school itself reminded you of Hogwarts.
You bit your bottom lip, adjusting your heavy book bag hung on one shoulder, your other arm carrying all of your dorm necessities. Now you just need to find your dorm and unpack- until you bump into someone, of course, dropping all your things.
"Oh-! Sorry, I should've been more focused," you spoke, avoiding eye contact while picking up your things frantically. You heard a chuckle from the boy above you, yet he still bent down to help you gather your belongings.
"Don't worry about it," he dismisses.
You finally looked up, your pretty eyes casting a glance over the other. And oh boy, was he hot. But- now wasn't the time for romance! You cast a friendly half-smile, already rushing through the gates as you had initially planned.
Dorm 306. Dorm 306. You were repeating the number in your head while trying not to look like a total newbie at the schoolâs navigation. You'd just secretly glance at the walls at the arrows and room numbers. Finally!
You had gotten there first, the dorm practically empty save for two beds, desks, and wardrobes, with a large window in the middle. Luckily, you got first pick! Ignoring the fact that both halves of the room were symmetrical, you chose the left side.
Chucking your heavy bags down onto the bed with a huff, you followed suit quickly, flopping onto the thin mattress and staring up at the ceiling.
"Hey, pretty boy, it's you again, huh?" a voice called out. âNameâs Haysey.â
You sat up quickly, eyes wandering once more over the same boy you bumped into. He must be your roommate. "[name]..." you muttered, trying not to curse at the fact you'd already had a bad impression of your new roommate!
He copied what you did, placing his belongings on his side of the room, though his bags seemed much lighter. âIâm a second year here, so if you need any help, donât be afraid to ask,â he said, turning to look at you with a smile.
âThank you,â [name] replied, moving to copy Haysey and begin to unpack his things. âI didnât know that⊠second and first years could share a dorm,â he continued, trying to make conversation with Haysey so he wouldnât get too bored.
âA lot of students⊠have been kicked out. In both years. So they just merged them together,â Haysey responded, already finished with unpacking his things.
âReally? Why?â [name] turned, trying to multitask. He just wanted the gossip! But Haysey didnât answer, only acknowledging the question with a chuckle.
âYouâll see.â
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i'm willing to write fluff, lightcore smut, romance, slight angst, headcannons, normal/fantasy au's, age gap, omegaverse, x reader content, drabbles, one-shots, platonic relationships, yandere!, intoxication, male/gn reader
i'm not willing to write scat, hardcore gore, physical/psychological torture, age play, vomit, vore, self-harm, pregnancy, female reader, pedo, char x char
â±ndms âËê©ïœĄ
my hero academia/boku no hero academia
blue exorcist
avatar: 2009, the way of water, fire and ash
jujutsu kaisen
dc + marvel (chars i know)
twilight
harry potter
haikyuu
the freak circus
âequests â open !!