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It doesn’t even have to be a neglected reader fic just think on how reader sees how the batfam treat each other with overwhelming suffocation and care.

No way do they want that! And why are they all so accepting of it?! God you didnt know you were related to physcos.

So try as you might to avoid their affection and attention as they slowly start to integrate you into the family and your life.

So when Damain comes around you pray for them to finally shift their attention to him, and they do for a few weeks until it starts all over again but this time the little devil joins in

And he’s even more intense…

Now the batfam are starting to grow frustrated at the lack of willingness on your part to accept their affection, yeah it took most of them a while to come around to Bruce but you just seem to be as relentless.

Of course <33

Platonic Yandere Harvey Dent (Pre Two Face) with Teen Reader

You were the daughter of Harvey’s assistant, he saw you pretty often when you came to the office after school to stay with your mom until she finished her shift. Harvey didn’t mind you at all, you were quiet, respectful, and you didn’t distract your mother from her job. You sat at her desk and did your homework.

He grew quite fond of you after a while, he knew your name, your favourite subject, your favourite colour and the name of your pet fish. You also knew his favourite subject from when he was in school, and his favourite colour. Harvey unfortunately doesn’t have time for a fish, he’s a very busy man, too busy for any pets.

“Hey kid. Where’d your mom go? I need her for something.” Harvey stands in front of the desk you're sitting at. Usually your mother is sitting right beside you typing away on her computer, but she seems to be somewhere else at the moment.

You look up at him, pencil in hand. Your homework is spread out on the desk in front of you, it’s math.

“Oh. I think she went to go  print something off, Mr. Harvey.” You answer politely, watching as he looks at the picture frame on your mothers desk. It’s a picture of you when you were little. A cute kid with chubby cheeks. He smiles a little bit.

“Thanks kiddo.” He ruffles your hair as he turns from the desk, going back into his office. He’ll come out in a couple of minutes when your mother comes back from the printer. You go back to your homework, ignoring the slight cramp in your hand from how long you’ve been holding it.

He finds more and more excuses to come out of his office to speak with you. You’re kind and polite every time, he thinks you’re very endearing.

He does a little research into your family. He finds out after digging through old facebook posts that your father died a few years ago. This is perfect for him, you are in need of a father figure!

He gives your mother a hefty raise, making sure she doesn’t struggle to take care of you. He even offers to send you to a good private school, but your mother declines much to his displeasure. She said that was too much to ask of him, it really wasn’t. His kid should get the best possible education.

He eventually starts dating your mother after he transfers her to another department so he’s no longer her boss. Now he sees you everyday, you live in his house and he provides for you with his money.

He helps you with your homework now, sitting beside you at the dining room table as he guides you through some complex math equations.

This is the best possible outcome, he would have kidnapped you if your mother rejected his advances.

He wouldn't have a problem killing someone, but it'd be a last resort, like what happened with the higher-ups. He wouldn't do it out of jealousy or on a whim.

I'm pretty sure that if he ever decided to lock reader away, it'd be somewhere in Hokkaido since neither Tengen nor the higher-ups have any control there. Otherwise, he'd probably send her to a nearby country so he wouldn't have to worry about curses, or keep her at a heavily guarded Gojo clan property.

Considering his job and the emotional distance he keeps from almost everyone, I think he'd actually enjoy just being a casual presence in reader's life and watching her from afar until something happened that forced him to change that.

I don't think Satoru would ever be delusional enough to believe what he's doing is right. He'd know it's wrong, but he'd rather live with that guilt than lose reader forever.

Reader would probably end up developing Stockholm syndrome eventually, and while Satoru would feel relieved, I think he'd also hate himself a little because of it.

im so onboard with the 3rd hc actually-

he doesnt have a hobby, so he just randomly decides on people watching. i like the idea that he picks someone based off of a five second interaction with them that felt genuine. maybe quick small talk on an elevator. maybe you said something that made him laugh. something like that-

its not even all that nefarious at first. he kinda likes...living through you. he never wants to be normal, god no, but its nice to pretend he has smaller issues like arriving to work on time or dry cleaning rather then holding the whole world on his shoulders.

but eventually he does start crossing boundaries he knows he shouldnt. he used to stop watching whenever you got home, but then his gaze starts drifting to your bedroom window. its not even in a pervy way. he just loves watching the way you drift around your space when no one's watching.

at least, you think no one's watching.

“Stop it you little shit!” Logan growls, his hands firmly grasping your arms as you fight him, clawing at his neck as best you can. He hisses every time your nails sink into his skin. They are surprisingly sharp.

“You’re going to stay here, and you’re gonna like it. Quit being such a pain in my ass!” He wrestles you against the wall, holding your arms by your side as you squirm around, trying to find any weak spot in his hold on you that you can exploit.

“I went outta my way to make you a nice room where you can be as crazy as you want, don’t be a brat.” His eyes narrow, he leans down to your level, wanting to shake some sense into you.

You are the most out of control, animalistic mutant he’s ever seen. You constantly fight with him, clawing at his skin. You are always ready to escape, you are willing to eat through the concrete walls that hold you in this room.

You have the reflexes of a cat, you are almost as fast as Logan. It annoys him to no end when you make him chase you around. He’s not impressed by your attempts to annoy him.

“Get off of me!” You scream in his face, he closes his eyes as you spit as you yell. He knows that you did that on purpose. He puts his fist to your neck, using the two outer claws to pin your neck to the wall. The middle one is left inside of his arm, he doesn’t want to kill you, you’re his kid, even if you’re feral all the time.

“No. You need to behave first. I got the whole day today.” He points a finger in your face, barking out a laugh when your jaws snap at it, trying to bite it.

Your legs flail wildly, barely missing his torso. He stares at you with a smirk on his face. He’s going to keep you here until you learn to listen to him. He doesn't care how long it takes, given how stubborn you are.

Hope you like it bb <33

Platonic Yandere James Howlett aka Logan aka Wolverine with feral gremlin reader

Logan doesn’t like you at first, he thinks you’re weird and untrustworthy. You keep to yourself like you have something to hide, you don’t hang out with anyone outside of work, and you barely show up to the weekly meetings. It irks him, and he makes his displeasure known to you early on. He doesn’t like it when you go out on your own without any back up, the whole point of the X-men is to be on a team, to work together. 

He sees the way your peers treat you, and the way you lash out at them. You always seem to be alone, never with another kid your age. 

He watches you as you purposely sit away from everyone during meals, how you leave the room when someone enters.

He found you eating cereal alone in the kitchen at 3am one night, you glare at him and scarf down your food fast so that you can go back to your room. 

Speaking of your room, he caught a glimpse of it once, it was a mess from what he could see. Clothes all over the floor, the bed a mess. But at least it wasn’t a mess with food or garbage. 

He scolds you while he smokes a cigar, looking you over. Watching the way your face pinches up in irritation the longer he talks. He sounds like a disgruntled father, telling you to be more social even if you don’t like it, to clean your room.

He makes sure you attend the meetings every week, even if he has to drag you down from your messy room as you bite and scratch at him like an animal. He notes how sharp your nails are. 

The other X-men are a little wary of you after this, benching you for the time being for additional training per Logan's request. He makes you do all the team work exercises, watching you struggle to trust your teammates with the smallest things. 

He finds himself looking forward to your little arguments with him when he prods you for more personal information, even when it's as simple as your favourite colour.

He blows cigarette smoke in your face when you're annoying him, making you pounce on him like an angry cat. You have enough strength to withstand him as you growl and jab at his sides. He’s surprised when you have the gall to grab his cigar from in between his fingers and you put it out on the skin of his forearm. You fight dirty, no skill, pure instinct. 

He supposes he can relate to you, he was… similar to you when he first joined. Unwilling to trust, standoffish. But he only has so much patience, but at least you’re learning to trust the rest of the team.

 He's sure you’ll get there eventually. 

You are currently hiding in on if the many rooms of the X-Men mansion, hiding in a cupboard. You had managed to get out of the basement, rather, the secret base of operations of the X-Men. The beast had been going over ways to help you control your powers while Charles went out on a short mission.

It never felt like help to you, it was painful to suppress your mutation. You had slipped away out of the lab when the blue mutant wasn’t looking. And now you were hiding from him and Charles, assuming that the beast had contacted Charles.

You didn’t understand why your powers had to be suppressed. You have never lost control or hurt anyone before, it’s very easy to control. Maybe they were worried about you hurting yourself? You weren’t sure, and the unknown scared you.

Why are they doing this to you? Every time you would lash out at Charles he would just think it’s because you are irritated from all of the tests that the beast would get you to do to get a better understanding of your mutation. Your mutation is a very unique one, one that Charles had never seen before.

He’s very certain that you are the only one with such a gift and he wants to make sure that he knows everything about it so he can better his care of you.

Molecular Combustion, allowing you to to trigger explosive molecular reactions with a wave of your hand. You were a miniature nuclear weapon, and Charles wanted to keep you safe from the likes of government agencies that are willing to exploit you and your gift.

It was incredibly dangerous, sure, but you never hurt anyone. You hear footsteps from out in the hallway, you can immediately tell that it is Charles.

“Y/n..?” He calls out, opening the door to the room across the hallway from the one you are hiding in. You hold your breath, not wanting to face him. You hear him close the door and walk over to the door of the room your inside of.

You know that he knows that you are in here, he can read your mind. He can know where you are even if you are halfway across the world. You hear the door open, along with his soft footsteps padding across the carpet and him beelining towards the cupboard you are hiding inside of.

He kneels down in front of the cupboard, a concerned frown on his face. He doesn’t open the cupboard, knowing that it would make you feel more upset.

“Y/n.. why are you in the cupboard..?” He asks quietly, no judgement in his voice. He seems genuinely confused and is unsure why you are hiding in the cupboard.

“That can’t be comfortable.. you wanna come out soon?” He asks gently, patiently waiting for your response. You read your mind briefly, wanting to know why you were upset.

“Go away.” You mumble, curling into a tighter ball, your head on your knees. Charles let’s out a little sigh, and he moves to sit against the wall beside the cupboard.

“I know you don’t like the safety tests we do, but you know it’s for your own good.. right?” He asks quietly, his heart clenches in his chest. He doesn’t like it any more than you do, but it’s for your sake.

“I don’t want to do them anymore..” You mumble into your knees, closing your eyes tight. You hate Charles right now, you hate that he doesn’t let you be a normal teenager. He keeps you down in the lab ‘incase anything happens.’ His words.

“I know.. I know, Y/n..” he mumbled softly, running his hands through his hair in attempts to calm his own nerves. “But you can’t just go running around without telling someone where you’re going..” he scolds softly.

“You know how worried Hank gets when he can’t find you..” Charles reminds you, Hank would freak out if you were to suddenly be gone. But you never went to far, you just wanted to be alone for a change.

Charles leans against the wooden cupboard, resting the side of his head on the dark oak. He closes his eyes and he just sits there with you, he knows how anxious you can get. You get stir crazy easily, and he tries his best to keep you on the property the best he can. He can understand why you get so upset when he stops you from leaving.

Here you go <33

Platonic Yandere Jean Grey and Scott Summers with Reader who avoids breaking rules

They discovered your plan pretty quickly, suddenly, you were the most well behaved one in the household. You followed all of the rules they set out for you, avoiding punishment because you know what came afterwards.

Physical affection.

God, you hated it so much. Your kidnappers cuddling with you on the couch after putting you in timeout because they feel bad about it? It’s the worst thing ever.

Suddenly, they start making up stupid rules. No going up the stairs two at a time, no running in the house, no open windows after five.

“Ah ah Y/n..” Jean wiggles her finger at you as you look up, confused and frustrated. “Bowls don’t go on the bottom rack. You need to go to timeout.”

You look at her with your mouth agape. You put your bowl in the dishwasher, there wasn’t any room on the top rack to put it. Tears of frustration well up in your eyes and you clench your fists.

“Don’t be like that or it’s another five minutes.” Scott crosses his arms over his chest, using his dad voice. Your jaw tightens in anger as you storm over to the timeout corner, tears running down your face as you face away from the two of them, they drop into the floor periodically.

You stay completely silent, knowing that talking earns you another five minutes. You are seething with anger, they are doing this on purpose and you know it. This whole thing is unfair and humiliating.

The five minutes is slow, but it ends as Jean hugs you from behind. You tense up, but there’s no room for you to pull away.

“I know, baby. It’s ok.” Jean coos in your ear, her hand running up and down your arms as tears continue to pour out. You just want to be left alone, but that’s not an option for you right now. They won’t let you be this upset alone.

Jean turns you around to face her, she wraps you up in a proper hug. You don’t hug her back, letting your arms dangle by your side.

“I know you don’t like timeouts.. I’m so sorry..” Jean peppers your face in kisses and you feel like you're about to throw up right there.

Of course <33

Platonic Yandere Anna Marie and Remy LeBeau when they make Reader sick

They love taking care of you when you're sick, you rely on them utterly and completely. You’re so cute when you’re all loopy and tired, they can’t get enough of you. You need them to bring you food, water and most importantly, you need their comfort. They are more than willing to comfort you when you're sick, they don’t care if they get sick afterwards. It’s all worth it when it's for you. 

You don’t get sick often, maybe twice a year. They hate how independent you’re starting to get. You’re going out with your friends more and doing things for yourself that they could do for you. Their baby is growing up too fast and they can’t stand it.

Remy starts drugging your water, making you feel sick. He stays home and takes care of you, holding your hair back as your vomit. He calls your friends for you to let them know that you came down with a stomach bug and you can’t go out with them for a while. He likes your friends, he did extensive research on them to make sure they were good enough for you. They are a good influence, but they can’t be the main influence in your life.

The instances of accidental touches from Rouge increase as time goes on. Like when you're doing a task like closing your laundry or cooking something in the kitchen. She’ll ‘accidentally’ brush her hand against yours as she walks by, causing you to pass out. She apologizes profusely afterwards, but she’s not really sorry. She ended up folding all of your laundry for you, she finished the meal you were making for yourself. Isn’t she so helpful? She hopes that you’ll accept her apology.

They would never hurt you on purpose, they just need you to rely on them. They intend to do this as long as possible x even if it isn’t sustainable for you or for them. The guilt will eat them alive eventually.

Fair warning, this might be a bit complicated, so if you guys want I'll make another post explaining reader's cursed technique in full. I hope you enjoy this, please feel free to send asks about this AU if you're interested.

This is only going to contain up to the Shibuya Arc, since I haven't watched/read anything further. Once I do, I'll update the AU accordingly.

TW: Reader dies in this a lot and views death very neutrally, so there might be moments where they make light of suicide and death in general. Please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable. (Also I promise you I didn't mess up while writing this—it's a stylistic choice).

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The first word that Satoru Gojo said to you was "Ordinary."

Of course <33

Platonic Yandere Scott Summer Headcanons

Scott Summers is one of those guys who always has major dad energy, no matter the situation. Even his teammates tease him about it sometimes

It doesn’t matter if you're a mutant or a human, he will ‘adopt’ you either way. You get your own room at the X Mansion and everything. It’s so much safer for you here anyway.

If you are a mutant, Scott takes the responsibility of mentoring you to the best of his abilities. He doesn’t want you to feel ashamed of what you are, he wants you to be proud of it.

He truly thinks of himself as your father, you are his everything. He would do anything for you.

When you run away, he’s more disappointed than anything. It’s not like you’ll be hard to find anyway. When he does find you, he does lay into you a little bit. He’s mad, you could have gotten hurt!

“I’m your father, I know what’s best for you.”

He throws you over his shoulder , telling you that you're grounded for a week. Doesn’t matter how old you are.

“What if I wasn’t here? Hm? What if you got hurt and I wasn’t there to help you?”

He takes away privileges when you're grounded. No TV, no snacks, no dessert. It’s a little humiliating if you’re older, he doesn’t intend it to be however.

You yell at him a lot, you’re angry with this situation you’ve been put in. He doesn’t get angry when you yell at him, you’re expressing your emotions to him. He takes it very seriously. He speaks to you calmly, wanting to comfort you in any way.

He’ll rub your back as you cry, asking if you need anything. He knows when to pull away, especially if you tell him to stop touching you. He doesn’t want to make you more upset.

It hurts him when you cry, he doesn’t want you to be sad, but he understands in a way.

He lowkey kinda panics when you get physically injured, even if it’s sad simple as a scratch or a scraped knee. He hates the sight of your blood. It’s a reminder to him that he can’t protect you from everything. He often has moments where he spirals a little bit, he kind of zones out for a couple of seconds while he’s in the middle of putting a bandaid on you. Lowkey freaks you out.

He loves you a lot. He makes it known that he loves you and that he wants the best for you. You can have the whole world if you want it, you just can’t leave him. He needs you.

“You know I love you, Y/n.”

Reader is from our world, but she wakes up in Star Wars as a Sith apprentice. She's a huge fan of the Jedi, especially Obi-Wan and Anakin, and all she wants is to help them get a happy ending instead of the one they had in canon.

The problem is... she's so awkward and terrible at trying to help that she barely even comes across as a threat. But a Sith trying to help a Jedi? Don't be ridiculous. It has to be some kind of trap that preys on a Jedi's compassion... right?

...Then why did she save those civilians?

I think waking up as a Sith apprentice would be genuinely horrifying. Constant stress. Emotions dialed up to eleven. Hatred, anger, resentment, every painful emotion amplified until they become your mind's default state. Someone accidentally bumps into her, and that's enough to make her furious.

Reader isn't used to living like that.

At the same time, though... it's strangely intoxicating. Without anger driving her forward and making her feel strong, all that's left is sadness. And sadness makes her think. It makes her feel vulnerable. So even though she's suffering, it's a pain she's familiar with, a pain that protects her in its own twisted way, and she doesn't want to trade it for something else.

When you're consumed by rage, there isn't much room left for guilt, grief, fear, or helplessness.

Platonic yandere Obi-Wan and Anakin would probably fall into the whole "I can fix her" or, more accurately, "I can help her" mindset. It's especially interesting with Anakin because he's... well, Anakin. Reader is someone he could easily become, or eventually will become himself. So he'd end up encouraging her, and maybe even teaching her, to do the very things that he either struggles with or fails to do himself, which is kind of ironic, lol.

Feel free to take this request if it interests you, but absolutely no pressure!💕

Don’t be nervous bb <33 here you go! I kinda did my own thing with your request, hope you like it! Its 2k, longest fic on my page so far.

Platonic Yandere Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker with Isekaied Sith Reader

Waking up in a new body was terrifying, especially one that is highly trained in the art of combat. You’re more muscular, faster. It’s an electrifying feeling.

But the hatred and anger that bubbles under your skin like boiling water is a different kind of feeling. It doesn’t feel good, it feels powerful. How could one body fester with so much rage?

You strangely have the same face. It’s a little surprising when you look in the mirror. You look more tired and drained. The bags under your eyes are dark and you have six dots on the skin in between your eye brows, three up and two across.

They don’t come off when you rub them, they must be some kind of tattoo. You step back, noticing a silver glint of something at your waist. You unhook it, it’s a lightsaber. It’s sleek and lightweight, designed for fast and efficient movements.

“Oh wow..” you mumble, turning it over in your hand. It has intricate lines and triangles on the handle. It’s quite beautiful.

The room is ignited in a red light as the lightsaber turns on, the steady beam of red light casting shadows over your face. You clench your teeth.

“No fucking way…” you murmur, swinging the blade around, causing it to let out that satisfying buzz just like in the movies you used to watch.

But the awe is suddenly replaced by a silent horror, you are not a Jedi, you are a Sith Apprentice. Not a good situation or be in at all.

The lightsaber retreats, the room dark once more as you stand there contemplating what you should do. You could help, sure, but you don’t know at what point you’re in. Is this before or after Anakin becomes a padawan? Is this before or after order 66?

You somehow find yourself on the planet Coruscant, the crowded city that covers the entire planet is very overstimulating to you. It makes the anger in you bubble up more. You take a deep breath, clenching your fists as you move through the crowd, neon lit streets. Ships fly overhead constantly, there is no end to them. There are billions and billions of people on this planet.

You are very out of place with your dark robes and with the lightsaber by your side. You have no idea if you’re anywhere near the right place, near the Jedi temple. It could be anywhere on this planet.

You feel a strange tugging sensation in your skull, it’s a difficult feeling to explain. It this what the force feels like. You turn in the fires Tom that you feel the pulling sensation in, turning into a quieter street. It’s narrow and slightly claustrophobic, wires sting from one side to the other above your head.

You wander in, looking forward down the narrow path. A figure drops down from the tall buildings behind you and you hear the hum of a lightsaber. You turn and your face lights up at the sight. It’s Obi Wan Kenobi, his green lightsaber reflecting off of the walls.

“What are you doing here? What are you planning?” He assumes a defensive position, ready to strike. You make no move to grab your own lightsaber, a bright smile on your face. He can help you!

“I’m lost..” you say quietly, taking a step closer to him, he’s not intimidated in the slightest, he’s trying to figure you out. Are you trying to lure him into an ambush of some kind? “Can.. you help me?”

He doesn’t move from his defensive position, but his face softens slightly. He can feel the festering rage coming from you, the dark side of the force pulling around you. But your demeanor is completely different.

“Help? What sort of help do you need from me?” He watches as you take a cautious step towards him, he can tell that you feel slightly awkward asking him for help.

“I’m not a real Sith Apprentice.” You say, unsure of how to explain your situation without sounding completely insane.

“Oh really?” He says sarcastically, analyzing your stance. You are in no position to fight at all, you haven’t even reached for your lightsaber.

“Yeah. Do you know where the Jedi Temple is? I can’t find it.” You say awkwardly, looking down at your feet while the silence stretches on.

Obi Wan cannot believe what you are asking him. You’re looking for the Jedi Temple? You’re definitely playing a game with him.

“You think I would lead you to the Jedi Temple so easily? Don’t play games with me.” He takes a step closer to you and you get slightly defensive.

“I want to help!” You try to walk closer to him, your arms raised in a show of surrender and trust. You trip on your black robes, face planting into the ground.

Obi Wan lets out a huff, not quite laughter, more of surprise. You are the most ungraceful Apprentice he’s even had the displeasure of meeting.

“Oh my.” He comments as you push up to your knees. You get a wave of anger, it’s uncomfortable. You clench your fists and you hold your breath. He can see that you are trying to contain yourself. He uses the force to get your lightsaber away from you while you are distracted. It flies from your waistband into the palm of his hand.

He ticks your lightsaber in his waistband, his lightsaber still lit. He watches as you struggle with your negative emotions. He feels pity for you, even if this is a trap.

“Ow..” you mumble as you push to your feet, rubbing some of the dust off of your face. “I’m still getting used to these stupid robes..” you mumble, patting the dust off of the fabric on your legs.

A second figure drops down behind you, you turn in confusion. You see Anakin. You now have a rough idea of what point in the timeline you’re in. He has that rat tail.

“Master, why aren’t you apprehending this.. apprentice?” Anakin doesn’t light up his blue lightsaber, watching. Anakin is slightly confused by my demeanor, he watched the whole interaction.

“Give it some time Anakin. They are of no threat at the moment.” Obi Wan puts his lightsaber away, stepping closer to you. You look up at him as he gets closer, slightly confused.

He waves his hand in front of your face, and he asks you a simple question.

“What do you want?” He uses his mind trick on you, compelling you to tell him the truth. The world becomes fuzzy and your lips move on their own, you take a shaky step back.

“I want to help you.” You are suddenly brought back to the present, the world sharpening before your very eyes in an overwhelming way as you are brought out of the trance.

“Well, that settles it, Anakin. We will bring them back to the temple with us.” Obi Wan grabs a fistful of your robe as you stumble back, dizzy from being under a trance.

“But master, what if-“ Anakin is rightfully concerned. Why would a sane person bring the enemy into the most sacred place they have? Then again, Obi Wan isn’t known to be completely sane with his stunts.

“Woah..” you mumble as you are tugged forward by Obi Wan. He makes sure you don’t fall as you have proven to him that you are very clumsy.

“If you try anything the clones will stun you, understand?” He drags you through the streets guiding you through the crowd.

“Yes sir..” you murmur as you follow him, Anakin is right behind you, ready to strike if you pull any funny business.

You suddenly feel a strange pull in the back of your head, something is compelling you to act. You look up, a ship is falling from the sky. It’s a small ship, probably used to transport small amounts of people. It’s plummeting from the sky fast.

People around you scream and scurry, their fear feeding you. You feel powerful, energized by all these negative emotions. Your body moves on its own, this new body has its own neural pathways built in and your body reacts on instinct.

You use the force, using a massive amount of willpower to slow the descent of the ship. The burns in your neck pop, the fear and confusion around you feeding your own.

The ship hovered in the air, smoking and on fire, the pilot was already dead, beyond saving. His body is charred husk in the pilots cabin, the smell is horrible.

Obi Wan and Anakin act, moving civilians out of the way as you lower the ship onto the platform. You let go of the ship, and it’s like a whiplash. This body is powerful, formidable. You like the way this power feels.

“Well, that was very impressive.” Obi Wan is conflicted by your nature and by your actions, they are polar opposites, you still have some good in you. He can help you, draw you back from the shadows and into the light.

Anakin is also conflicted, he thought Siths were evil. Then again, you aren’t a Sith, you are the apprentice to one, so he supposes you can’t be truly evil yet.

“Oh wow.” Anakin murmurs, watching as you stumble a little bit, dizzy from using the force to such a degree.

“Such control over the force at such a young age. I can see why the Sith made you an apprentice.” Obi Wan walks towards you as a group of droids arrive, they put out the fire, beeping wildly at one another in their language.

He grabs you by your robes again, you look up at him in awe as he compliments you. You honestly have little knowledge of what being ‘controlled’ means in a sense because you’ve never used the force before this incident.

“I think with the proper guidance, you can be redeemed.” Obi Wan declares, a smile on his face as he looks at you. Anakin sputters in shock.

“Redeemed?! Master, have you gone completely mad?!” Anakin walks up to his master with a sense of urgency, Obi Wan doesn't seem bothered by Anakin's panic at the moment.

“You cannot be serious!” Anakin's face is twisted up in confusion at his master's idea of redeeming you. Could you really be pulled from the depths of the darkness after tasting its power?

“Calm yourself Anakin. A Jedi does not burst out with such emotion.” Obi Aan takes a moment to give Anakin some wisdom, but it doesn’t really seem to work. Anakin takes a moment to think.

“But.. they're Sith.” He says quieter, leaning in slightly so the people in the crowd around the burning ship can’t hear him. He doesn’t want to cause any panic in the crowd.

“Apprentice.” Obi Wan corrects, tilting his head slightly to look over to his panicked padawan.

“The difference doesn’t matter! Master, please!” Anakin is trying his best to reason with his master, taking another step closer. But it’s too late, Obi Wan is already thinking of ways to help you, training exercises and emotional regulation activities are already swirling through his mind.

He wonders how you would react, if you would get impatient fast or give it a little bit of time before you snap to anger.

“Enough, Anakin. The only opinion I care about at the moment is the councils. I’m sure Master Yoda will be open to this. It’s never been done before. Converting a Sith Apprentice to the light, think of the opportunities here, my boy.”

What do you think about Superboy Prime (before becoming Superboy Prime) having a favorite DC comic character besides Superman? And what if that favorite character was us? What if we were his comfort character?

What if we were a character forgotten by writers and the public, like a Superman apprentice, but who managed to get into Prime's heart? And because we don't appear in comics anymore, it turned Prime into someone who writes fanfics about his favorite character that nobody else cares about. But he cares, a lot, he just wants to read, watch and consume more content 😭. Actually, I see Prime self-inserting as Superman so he could imagine having all kinds of adventures with us.

Ohhh, and what if we were a character who has the power to interact with other comics like Gwenpool and be capable of being self-aware of the fact we're a character in a comic? At least Prime won't be alone in the self-aware knowledge that everything is a comic.

When Superboy Prime becomes Superboy Prime, and comes face to face with us, his favorite character, what could happen? *faints*

Thank you for requesting!❤️

I love this idea smmm, superboy prime being your biggest fanboy…I love him sm. I was planning to get to this sooner GRAH. Comic book reader is such a fun idea.. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY

{Platonic yandere superboy-prime x comic book reader!}

[ warnings: usual unhealthy behaviour mostly tame]

Prime remembers your first cameo, in some old silver age issue, where you came in, with all the charm in the world. (Which, unfortunately, only he seemed to be affected by.) At first, you were like a window into what he wanted, fighting alongside superman for a bit, throwing around one liners, maybe even breaking the fourth wall.

The next thing he knew, he had consumed everything you were even briefly mentioned in…but when the time came, your appearances dwindled down to nothing, despite his…STRONGLY worded letters to DC writers and his desperate attempts to find more material.

He took any and every chance to talk about how underrated you were. And oh boy, were people getting tired of it. And so, he took to the internet, prime was no stranger to adding onto characters and writing stories about them (cough all of his self insert adventures with superman COUGH) so it was a piece of cake! Therapeutic almost..

He spent a good chunk of his time writing stories about you, all your good qualities, things he thought you might struggle with, he just wanted the world to read about how much better you were than literally every other character (Though, it was mostly for himself.)

He had…more than a couple fanfics with him posing as superman, reeling back into old issues and reimagining himself in big blue’s shoes, because he was the closest to you. And HE wanted that too. Not all were published, but they were enough to fill the hole in his heart, your lack of content, had left.

Nobody else seemed to hop on the hype train, but he sure drove that thing as far as he could. Maybe his younger self saw a little piece of himself in you, maybe you felt like a ray of sunshine in otherwise dull issues, maybe you were just…THERE. Whatever it was, prime was your number one fan. (No one could argue otherwise, he wouldn’t let them.)

When his world flipped upside down with the crisis event, meeting superman and everything else that went down—you were always in the back of his mind. He might have even caught a glance of you mid jumping during his deranged arc (cuz he killed a few people bohoo) but that was enough to feed the younger part of him that still hoped to have his epic collab, with you by his side.

When he finally got his shot at an actual redemption arc? Sure, helping superman and beating up bad guys was the pinnacle of his superheroness, but he still wanted one.more.thing…You. He wanted that long awaited moment, he had imagined (and written about) over and over again, where he got to meet you.

He got what he wanted. He knew the writers were cooking up something good, having pulled you out of obscurity, he was totally down to dive into something epic. Maybe the writers finally relented, maybe you both crossed paths mid-comic jump, maybe his nerd brain activated and he planned the encounter himself…whatever it was. You came face to face, suddenly, all the practice he thought he had—having imagined this in his head over and over again, vanished as he stumbled out a greeting… he totally embarrassed himself sigh.

Even if he didn’t get to be all nonchalant meeting you, he was still over the moon. He finally got to meet his favourite of all time— not to mention you guys had stuff to bond over! How great was that??

He pushed for as many fun wacky adventures with you as he could, fourth wall breaks, him having full on debates with you about comic issues, you guys sharing your favourite ships, hopping around pages and saving people (while he did his best to look cool and show off) it was like every fanfic he ever wrote came true. You were here, at HIS side. He was thanking the dc writing gods.

At some point, it felt WRONG not having you with him. I mean, where else did you have to be? With those lame extras that brought no value to the plot? Why don’t you just stick with him? Where the REAL fun happens! Who else would truly understand you? You guys were like…an iconic duo now! The readers ate it up! You couldn’t just bail on him!

You seemed shy as you ducked back behind the tree and he couldn’t help but smile behind his faceshield. He liked the life here on Earth. He had just gotten to pet a small brown quadrupedal animal and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. He also enjoyed the sunlight streaming through the alien trees and the calming nature of the forest here. He carefully reached his right servo out towards where you hid behind the tree, just like he did with the deer. He wanted to be able to interact with you too.

“Hiding: unnecessary. Flesh sparkling: safe.” He said.

He knew that you wouldn’t understand him. You were a primate and it was unknown whether or not Earthlings were even capable of intelligent communication. He knew that the best way to interact with Earth life was to wait for it to come to him. Sure enough, you peeked out from behind the tree again and looked up at him after a few nanoclicks. He thought that it was adorable that humans were so curious and soft. The flesh on humans reminded him of the squishy forms of young sparklings. He continued smiling and stayed still as he watched your cautious approach. You slowly reached out towards him as well and carefully touched the tip of his digit with your tiny flesh servo.

Soundwave was delighted. He continued to stay still as his engine hummed happily. He was a mech of simple pleasures. He enjoyed nature and the soothing way that Earthlings moved. You were clearly not as advanced as Cybertronian life but something about it was incredibly endearing to him.

“Earthling: will be taken care of.” He stated as he slowly picked you up. He stood up and watched you as you tried to keep your balance. You steadied yourself on his digits as he curled them around you protectively. You didn't seem to like the beeping, whirring, and clicking sound of the Cybertronian language but it was clear that your curiosity was outweighing your caution.

He waited for you to look back up at him before he gently started to pet the top of your helm with a single digit. He was impossibly careful as he started petting and rubbing your back with a second digit. It was clear from the way that you leaned into his touch that you enjoyed the contact. Your cute little snuggles made his spark glow and his engine purr more loudly.