#clueless reader

smutty spinoff here

Pining Best Friend! Dick Grayson knows that he should’ve handled his little crush on you by now. But there’s something about you that he can’t just get over like he’s done with his countless other fascinations before you. He’s sitting on the couch watching TV with you. You’re so focused on the show that you don’t notice him taking inventory of your facial features in the dim lighting of the living room.

Pining Best Friend! Dick whose eyes linger a little longer on your lips than anywhere else. You have a shiny chapstick on, and the colours of the TV are subtly reflecting off of it, perfectly highlighting the peaks and valleys of your pout.

Pining Best Friend!Dick who is trying to ignore the way his chest aches when you turn to him and catch him staring at you.

“Dick, you’re staring.” You say, slightly cocking your head to the side in confusion. Shit, think of something quickly.

“I was just trying to figure out if you’ve always had that piercing. Is that new?” It’s a lie and he knows it. He is extremely aware of the small silver ball that’s tucked right under the centre of your bottom lip. It’s subtle, for sure. Most strangers wouldn’t even register its presence, but Dick has to consciously stop his eyes from tracking it every time you speak.

“I’ve had this thing for as long as you’ve known me, silly. You can be so dense sometimes, you know that?” You chuckle and poke his chest playfully, making his heart palpitate. You turn back to the TV and continue watching the show.

Pining Best Friend!Dick who remembers all the smallest details about you, and tries to make it seem casual when he gifts you the perfect thing at just the right time. You mentioned that your favourite necklace kept falling off because the clasp was broken? And he’s got a new chain for you the next day while your original one gets fixed.

“What? Don’t make it a big deal, I know a jewelry guy.” He shrugs it off. Although he doesn’t miss the way your eyes glimmer like he hung the moon when you thank him.

Pining Best Friend!Dick knows that some of his tendencies miiiight be a liiiitle bit toxic. But when you call him, gushing about some guy you’ve started seeing, what else is he supposed to do? He can’t just sit there and watch you fall for some guy who definitely doesn’t deserve you. So maybe he starts acting extra clingy towards you. Maybe he calls you when he knows you’re with the new guy. And maybe he bumps into the two of you when you’re out at a restaurant, making sure to put on a good display of just how close you and Dick are. He knows that your overbearing best guy friend scares all your potential suitors off, how can’t he? He’s stunningly handsome, successful, wealthy, and immeasurably charming. Plus you two have history. Any guy who tries to compete with that is only fooling himself.

Pining Best Friend!Dick does however, hate the part where you call him crying, though. Your newest fling just dumped you over text, said he obviously wasn’t what you were looking for. You’re so upset.

“What does that even mean, Dick, really? Like, could he have been more vague?” You whine over the phone. Dick can hear the way your throat tightens as you speak and it makes his heart ache for you. All he wants to do is play with your hair until your breathing slows and you calm down.

“He’s an asshole. I told you he looked like a total weirdo. You deserve better.” You deserve me. He thinks to himself. But Dick knows better than to say that part out loud. He can’t afford to lose you, even if the way your relationship stands right now is killing him.

Pining Best Friend!Dick doesn’t even realize how desperate he’s become for you until his brother points it out to him. You’re at a Wayne Enterprises gala, a few feet away, talking to Bruce. Your hands are moving around wildly as you speak. Dick can’t help but adore how animated you get after a glass of expensive champagne.

“You’re in deep.” Jason taunts.

Dick snaps out of his trance to look at his brother. “What are you talking about?”

“Every time you’ve ever brought her around, you stare at her like that. Like there’s nobody else in the room.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to make sure she’s comfortable. You know how long these galas are.” Dick insists.

“Whatever you say, bro.” Jason pats Dick on the shoulder before walking away.

Pining Best Friend!Dick is glued to your side for the rest of the evening. And as the champagne starts to affect your balance, he does what any good friend would do. He snakes his arm around your waist, nice and snug so you don’t fall. The two of you find your way upstairs to one of the endless bedrooms in the manor. Dick guides you over to the bed and sets you down gently on the edge of it.

Pining Best Friend!Dick is nothing if not a gentleman. So he doesn’t hesitate to lower himself to a kneeling position in front of you, grabbing one of your ankles and bringing it to his lap. He starts to undo your high heel straps with surprising tenderness. He handles you with a delicacy that he only reserves for the most precious things in his life. He looks up, noticing by the flush on your cheeks that you’re still pretty buzzed. He gets you out of your shoes and places them neatly off to the side of the room.

Pining Best Friend!Dick reluctantly helps you unzip your dress when you ask him to. He tries desperately to hide the way his hands are threatening to tremble. And as soon as he starts tugging down on the zipper, it feels like the temperature of the room just rose by a million degrees. He’s sweating, and worries you might be able to feel the heat radiating off of him against your exposed skin. His head is just above the crook of your neck, and the perfect distance to get a whiff of your perfume from where he stands, which isn’t helping at all right now. He takes note of the fragile hairs that dangle from the nape of your neck and lightly brush your shoulder blade. As he works his way down, his gaze zeroes in on the trail of goosebumps that follow the spot where his knuckles brush lightly against your back. Good lord. He watches as you clutch the dress against your chest, stopping it from falling off in front of him.

Pining Best Friend!Dick hands you a small pair of sleep shorts and an old t-shirt of his. He tells you goodnight and quickly exits the room before you notice how tight his pants are right now.

Pining Best Friend!Dick heads back to his own room for the night, indulging in his own fantasies when he’s alone. In the morning, he comes to wake you.

Pining Best Friend!Dick finds you curled up in bed that morning, not wearing the shirt he gave you, but cuddling it to your face, neck and chest as though it were precious to you.

And for the first time ever, Pining Best Friend!Dick wonders if you might feel the same way he does.

A/N: idk about this one guys. I’ve been sick in bed all week and I just wanted to put something out for you hahaha. But it might not be my best work.

I lowkey headcannon that Dick is obsessed with lips? Idk he just strikes me as a guy who really likes to watch a woman’s lips as she speaks. And like, he’s always noticing your lipgloss or lipstick or lack thereof.

Bucky has been pining hard over reader, but every time he tries to flirt it doesn't really land because reader is absolutely clueless! Reader just isn't used to that sort of attention. Reader is the team's little sword master with an engineering habit of trying to fix electronics...and mostly failing 😅 Okay, bare with me...Well, Bucky's arm has some malfunction and reader offers to fix it since all of the scientists are unavailable. He says yes, of course, and leaves her to potentially break the damn thing but he doesn't care. He comes back a while later to find her on the common area's couch, tools in hand, so focused, curled into a corner with Bucky's arm in her lap. He absolutely loses his mind when he sees his arm is gripping her thigh. Jealous over his own damn arm pushes him over that edge and has to do something about it. (Reader is so happy she fixed it for him too).

This idea is such a shot in the dark, if anything thank you just for reading through this long ask 😭🫶 I love all your work.

You were the only person in the Tower who could make breaking electronics look adorable.

Bucky always said it was because you were good with metal blades, not metal circuits. You were the team’s little sword master—quick, deadly, elegant. Just… not so elegant when it came to wires. Or screws. Or any panel that required more than “stab enemy, don’t stab yourself.”

But you were sweet. And earnest. And willing. So when his vibranium arm began glitching and the engineering team was off-site, you offered without hesitation.

“I can fix it,” you said with that bright, hopeful tilt to your voice.

Thanks for your ask! I started randomly naming all my yanderes even if they are all one shots, I don't know if I want to keep it though. We'll see. This one almost fucking tore me to shreds, I might need a break after this. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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Yan!Popular Boy X Oblivious Reader (!!SMUT!!)

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

CW: not proof read, yous/yours used, gn reader, there is SEX, sloppy lewd writing, yandere tendencies, reader is kind of silly here. (LMK if I'm missing anything.)

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

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JJ is the undisputed star of the varsity soccer team, but he spends more time looking for you in the bleachers than he does looking for the ball. Every time he scores, he has this specific habit of tugging on his earlobe or adjusting his headband while glancing directly at your spot in the stands. It’s his secret “this one’s for you” signal that he’s been doing since freshman year. However, you're always occupied, cheering with your friends or checking your camera settings, not noticing that his eyes are locked onto yours.

In chemistry class, he's constantly leaning over your lab station, supposedly because he "forgot the instructions again," but really to be in your orbit. He'll purposefully mess up a titration just so you have to lean in and show him how to do it right, giving him an excuse to watch the way you focus. He'll leave little doodles of surfboards or soccer balls on the corner of your lab manual. When you ask why he's ruining your notes, he gives you that lopsided Pogue grin and says he's "adding some personality" to your life.

After every grueling Tuesday practice, he somehow beats you to your locker to hang a cold Gatorade from the handle. He knows you always stay late for your own extracurriculars and usually forget to hydrate, so he picks your favorite flavor–even if it’s the one that’s always sold out in the vending machine. When you eventually find it and thank him for “being a pal” the next day, he just shrugs it off, hiding the fact that he ran two blocks to the gas station in his cleats just to make sure he got the right color.

JJ’s hoodie collection is legendary, but it seems like he’s “losing” them at a rapid rate. In reality, he’s strategically leaving them on the back of your chair in the library or offering them to you the second the classroom AC kicks in. He loves the way his oversized sweatshirts look on you, and he never asks for them back. When you try to return them freshly laundered, he’ll make up some excuse about his dryer being broken just so you’ll keep it for another week, secretly hoping you’ll start to associate his scent with home.

During away games, he started a "tradition" of texting you play-by-play updates, claiming he needs someone to keep his ego in check. He'll send shaky locker-room selfies or photos of the sunset from the bus window, with captions like "reminded me of that one poem you liked." You always reply with encouraging words about his stats, completely missing the fact that the most popular guy at school is ignoring his teammates' rowdy celebrations to see your typing bubbles appear on his screen.

He's developed a sudden, intense interest in whatever you're passionate about, even if it has nothing to do with sports. If you're working on a story or a project, he'll sit across from you for hours, pretending to do homework while actually just listening to you vent. He'll remember a tiny detail you mentioned weeks ago–like a specific brand of pen you like or a snack you've been craving–and it will magically appear on your desk the next morning. You think he's the most observant friend ever, while he's losing sleep trying to find ways to make your day 10% easier.

Whenever there’s a school dance or a bonfire, JJ spends the whole night acting as your unofficial bodyguard. He’ll fetch you drinks, fend off the “Kook” guys who get too close, and make sure you have a ride home. He’s turned down at least half a dozen girls who asked him to dance because he’s waiting for you to realize that the slow song playing is his favorite. When you tell him he should “go talk to that cheerleader over there,” he laughs and tells you he’s exactly where he wants to be, even if it’s just sitting on a tailgate next to you.

He’s notorious for being a “bad student,” but he’s the only person who can help you when your laptop glitches or you lose a file. He’ll spend an hour hunched over your keyboard, his shoulder brushing yours, working tirelessly until he recovers your work. When you call him a lifesaver, he goes unusually quiet and focuses on the screen, his ears turning a bright shade of red. He doesn’t want to be a hero to everyone; he wants to be the person you turn to when things go wrong.

JJ has a habit of "practicing" his headers or trick shots right outside the window of the room where you have your final class. He knows exactly which desk is yours, and he'll intentionally kick the ball against the brick wall to make enough noise that you'll look up. When you finally catch his eye and wave, he does a dramatic celebratory slide on the grass like he just won the World Cup. You think he's just being a typical, goofy athlete... but one five-second interaction with you is the highlight of his entire school day.

Yandere AU | soft!Taehyung x Reader

Warning: Sleep paralysis, Yandere themes

Memories of your life before him have faded, and Taehyung is more than happy about it. He is the only one who can ease you back to sleep after your nightmares, and he made sure it stays that way.

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There is someone in your room.

It was a hot summer night and you just couldn´t get the heat out of your dorm room. After nights of troublesome sleep, you just wanted to find some cooling peace. So, after breathing in the air stuck in your room for the whole evening, you finally decided to open the front door. You just wanted to take a few minutes to lie down on the bed taking in the cooling air flow between door and window.

Until you suddenly jerk awake. The room is completely dark. There is sweat on your temples, but not from the heat. It is the kind that forms during a deep sleep you fall into. You just want to get up, turn the lights on and drink some water. But you are stuck. The more desperate you get, the more the realization hits that you can´t even lift your head from the mattress right now.

But then you hear a scratching from the small hallway behind your opened door. There is a presence in here with you.

You can feel it before your eyes have a chance to see. It´s long fingers have reached from beside you on the mattress. Your stomach churns at sudden sensation of skin contact. It grabs onto your wrist and drags itself up until it is right above you.

There is a deep, insistent drone from somewhere far while slowly it´s elongated body rolls over yours and winds it´s limbs around you. It´s body is right on top of yours now and it slowly begins to tighten their arms. Worry spreads in you. This thing will crash your ribs between its arms. You become aware that you can finally move your mouth and scream for it to go away, but it just growls back at you.

After a few moments you can make out words from the sounds thrown at you.

“…not real, wake up, Y/N.”

You are shaking and you realize your eyes were closed. When you open them, there is a bright light in your face, but it feels so warm and safe for you, it doesn´t hurt you.

“Babe, are you okay?”

You blink your eyes a few times to find Taehyung in front of your face, wearing a shocked expression just as you. When he sees you recognizing him, he takes your face in his hands and wipes away the tears from your eyes.

“Finally, you are awake, I didn´t know you were dreaming. I just came back and wanted to check on you.”

You are not in your dorm room.

He comes closer climbing on the bed next to you to give you a hug while continuing in a calmer voice, because your eyes are already tearing up again.

“There was someone is my room, Tae…they wanted to take me away.”

Taehyung patiently shushes you.

“I know. You were really going through it, weren´t you?”

He understands from your drawled voice that you were just talking about your nightmare. Even if you are barely making sense right now, he wants to appreciate the trust you give him.

“It was just a dream. Y/N, you are with me now. Nothing can happen to you now, everything is alright.”

He strokes your back in slow circles comforting you.

You manage to murmur something back, but the sleepiness hits you again from finally having his protective presence with you. Desperate for his closeness you cling onto him, digging your chin into his shoulder.

“Let´s go to sleep now, is that okay?”

Taehyung already pulls you up far enough to reach the nightlamp, switching it off before gently dragging you to a cooler spot on the bed. You tiredly nod and finally relax back into the pillows.

Strange, the position you are in is exactly the same as you were with the monster from before. You are so relieved that with him, this can feel so comforting. Thankfully, Taehyung is always there for you after you had a bad dream. With his strong arms around your body, you know you can´t slip away just like that, he would never let such a thing happen.

Taehyung is just as pleased with you. In the end, you have come to see that he is not the monster you thought he was. Sure, he has to deal with your frequent nightmares. But the alternative is having to keep up with your endless questions, pressing him about what happened. Confronting him day and night had been so much more exhausting. He was never going to let that behavior slide again.

i think tyson & clueless gf would be so cute bc it’s the perfect combo of

Cregan Stark: ok sweet one are you ready to travel north?

Reader: Yes!

Cregan: Bags are all packed?

Reader: for what?

Cregan: traveling?

Reader: traveling where?

Cregan: ….

Reader: who are you?