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Okay so I’m really new to tumbler so don’t judge T^T

But like what’s a blaze? And how do you check if someone is following you? How do I use the blaze function? How the ell do I try notifications when an individual series is updated?

Sorry if it’s a lot I’m just confused

YALL STOP LIKING THIS POST AND HELP. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[eatyrfriends]

final two chapters out now!

DC x Marvel - Interdimensional: Day Two

teen & up | chapters 7/7 | 12.8k words

fandoms: dcu, mcu, marvel, avengers, batman: the telltale series

relationships: tim drake/peter parker, tim drake & peter parker, peter parker & tony stark, joker & lex luthor, joker & harleen quinzel, ned leeds & peter parker & michelle jones & miles morales, clint barton & tony stark, clint barton & peter parker, james "bucky" barnes & natasha romanov & clint barton, alpine the cat & james "bucky" barnes, james "bucky" barnes & steve rogers, happy hogan & tony stark

characters: peter parker, tony stark, tim drake, john doe / the joker, harleen quinzel, lex luthor, michelle jones, ned leeds, miles morales, clint barton, natasha romanov, james "bucky" barnes, clark kent, kara zor-el, bruce wayne, dick grayson, guy gardner, kendra saunders, michael holt, billy batson, arthur curry, barry allen, diana of themyscira, dinah lance, oliver queen, happy hogan, pepper potts

tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, alternate universe - everyone lives/nobody dies, alternate universe - multiple character adaptations, trans male character, trans male peter parker, series, platonic joker & harleen quinzel, gay joker, bisexual harleen quinzel, bisexual clint barton, deaf clint barton, trans male clint barton, clint barton and peter parker are like siblings, bruce wayne knows clark kent is superman, clark kent knows bruce wayne is batman, bruce wayne is bad at feelings, guy gardner being an asshole, found family

language: english

After a long day spent dealing with the logistical nightmare of reaching out to every hero organization across New York, explaining to the world that the sudden appearance of a portal could be potentially deadly if messed around with, and begging AWOL Avengers to return or at least turn on Channel 5, a night spent relaxing with food, family, and fun is well deserved.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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If you boil it down the ultimate cookie is kinda like an infection

They basically corrupt cookies all of whom can corrupt others

Infection au cannon mb?

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Y’all I just realised scoop in Crk is the scp foundation. Scp cannon

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It’s cannon they’re family ahajsjshsiisbenenensndn YAYYYYYYAYAYAAYYAYAYAY

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What Good Am I to You? (Part 1)

[Part 2]

Prev:

[UTMV Comics]

For the start of pride month, I choose violence.

So let's talk about Reaper, Dream, and Life. In the original comics, Reaper only has met Life through the moments when tragedy occurs right when Life begins. Toriel, in turn, thinks Death is somewhat of an abomination against her creation. It is, afterall, the reason she ran away from the other Gods in the first place. Then, they learn about each other and fall in love, I recommend reading the comics for more on that. But of course, something goes terribly terribly wrong, and Sans's scythe is stolen by the very first human, who he hesitated to reap and it's used to kill Toriel.

In my comics, Toriel has been brought back, but is slowly returning to full power. The original comics ended on somewhat unresolved with her being upset Sans lied to her, so let's say they're not exactly on great terms right now. But, Reaper, someone always quite cynical, has spiralled since then in terms of his self-perception.

In comes Dream, someone with many of the same characteristics of Toriel, but with the new bonus, that he is automatically excepting of Death right off the bat. No hostility, no fear, just a desire to be Reaper's friend.

There is one problem here, though, and that's how negative Reaper is in general. It's only a matter of time before Nightmare finds them while they're together. But he likes to cause suffering and he likes it to be immense, so what better dagger to drive into Reaper's heart than the looming threat that the more he sees Dream, the more he puts him in danger? What if the same thing happens again? What if he's responsible for the death of EVERYTHING this time? If Nightmare wins, the entire multiverse will slowly crumble until there is simply nothing left, and there will be no revival this time around.

Worse yet, he can't do anything against Nightmare. If Nightmare did appear, what would he do? What could he do? His fear would only make him stronger and Dream weaker. What good is he then?

If you're wondering why Nightmare doesn't have his soul on him, let's say he can break himself apart into various controllable vessels. At the cost of being weaker, it lets him keep his real soul, his one true soul, hidden somewhere Dream can't find it, meaning he can kill Dream and Dream will have a much more difficult time killing him.

I had fun finally making Reaper a skyscraper. Based off like one Reapertale drawing and its caption: [1]

Also funny coincidence, right as I was drawing the image of Reaper teleporting away the first time, I read the text under one of the Reapertale comic pages that said: "because sans teleporting away from problems"

Good to see I am right on track even when I'm not intending to directly reference something.

Part 2 soon... ;)

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Look what I found in yt, lol. Credits to whoever made this(it didn’t show on vid)

[nuk0m]

Heh... heh... HEH...human colorkiller again

Killer!sans by @rahafwabas

Color!sans by @superyoumna

nightmare!sans by jokublog

Human designs of the sanses are from rahafwabas as well

[munnie-ee]

His speed is Mach 20+

He's Aurora and Lumine's new recruit! A young Swap variant since their last Swap retired.

tw/// slight blood

Curious about TSC(The Star Clusters)? Start Read!

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☆ UTMV Comic Series Directory ☆

By Character:

Ink and Dream: [1] [2] [3]

Reaper and Dream: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Color and Dream: [1]

Swap & Dream [1]

Dream & Nightmare: [1] [2]

Chronological:

[First Meeting]

[Not as friendly as I thought] [Part 2]

[Closer to Death] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[Limitations of a God]

[Contingency Plan]

[Just Like Me]

[Someone Worth Protecting]

[In the Long Run]

[The Nature of Weapons]

[A Story I Don't Tell]

[Maybe You’re Right]

This post will update with every new part that releases

Credits

Dream & Nightmare - Joku

Ink - Comyet

Color - Superyoumna

Killer - Rahafwabas

Reapertale - Renrink

Underswap - AU Community

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I legit squealed

[0wawaweewa0]

I'm in a yandere batfam x neglected reader fics right now and I have an idea which I hope would inspire someone to write about it cause I suck at it and needs someone to supplement this hunger (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) So here it goes, I want a reader who is Bruce Wayne’s biological child, raised by a single mother who knew early on that they struggled to emotionally connect with others. (because reader is sociopathic and apathetic combined) To help them navigate social situations, she created flashcards filled with instructions on how to respond to people, mimic normal interactions, and understand basic emotional cues. The reader relied heavily on these cards growing up, learning how to “act human” rather than naturally understanding others.

After the mother dies in an accident, the reader is brought into Wayne Manor and introduced to a family they’ve never known. However, adjusting proves difficult. The reader’s detached demeanor, delayed reactions, and unsettling honesty make the rest of the family uncomfortable, while the reader themselves struggles to understand the unspoken emotional dynamics of the household. Some members avoid them, some misunderstand them, and others unintentionally neglect them while dealing with their own problems and trauma.

Rather than focusing on becoming violent or evil, the story centers on someone trying to survive inside a family built around broken people, while slowly learning what connection, trust, and belonging actually mean.

The flashcards can become SUCH a painful/emotional motif in Batfam stories too. Especially if one of the siblings accidentally finds them and realizes:

the reader wasn’t mocking emotions — they literally learned social interaction from handwritten instructions their mother made for them.

That kind of reveal is peak Batfam angst honestly. (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) They can be yandere or not, male or female or gender neutral, up to you.

°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° Edit: If someone do write this, please tag me

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Pinning this just in case I feel like writing

[fixated-cookies]

Just an idea, but what about yandere Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk Cookie with a fem reader who is wholly oblivious to their feelings and thinks they’re into each other and wants to wingman a little? And whenever either of them try to flirt it just flies right over her head. Whenever she comes close to realizing they’re actually into her, she thinks “wow that’s self centered of me to imagine” and brushes it off.

Also to be clear, this isn’t a Shadow/Vanilla prompt.

ooh i have to do this!! this dynamic is so unique

Part two

You weren’t stupid, of course. You’d read the room. You’d seen how Shadow Milk Cookie always hovered near Pure Vanilla Cookie, voice full of teasing lilt and sly touches, brushing past him like silk. And Pure Vanilla? He never looked away from Shadow Milk for long—always soft-eyed, always composed, even when the jester pushed boundaries.

Naturally, you thought they were in love.

Which, in your defense, seemed like a really sweet thing! You loved love. You were all for it. And if your two closest companions had hearts wrapped up in one another, well… it was only right to help out.

So you made it your mission.

“I made extra tea!” you chirped, setting two cups between them. “You know, in case you two wanted a little time alone…”

Shadow Milk’s head snapped to you so fast it was audible.

Pure Vanilla blinked slowly. “Alone?”

“Mhm! Don’t worry, I’ll be upstairs. Oh! I left a love poem in one of the cups by accident… teehee, I guess it’s for whoever finds it~!”

Shadow Milk stared like you’d slapped him.

Pure Vanilla’s smile didn’t falter, but something in his hand—maybe the teacup—cracked just a little.

You beamed.

“I’m rooting for you both! Seriously, you have such amazing chemistry. Like fire and honey!”

And then you skipped off, happy to give them “privacy,” entirely unaware that you’d just triggered the worst kind of unspoken war.

Shadow Milk turned to Pure Vanilla with a sharp grin and wide, flickering eyes.

“Oh, I do love your little pet’s imagination,” he purred. “Tell me—should I let her keep dreaming… or should I wake her up myself?”

Pure Vanilla only smiled, tight and cold.

“She’ll understand in time,” he murmured. “We just have to be patient. For now.”

His gaze drifted after you.

“She still thinks this is about us.”

...

You knocked on the door to the study like it was a secret mission.

Pure Vanilla looked up from his scrolls, surprise melting into that gentle, ever-welcoming smile. “Oh…? Is something the matter?”

You peeked in dramatically. “Can I come in? It’s kind of important. Like… romantically important.”

His breath hitched almost imperceptibly, posture stiffening.

“…Of course,” he said smoothly, setting his quill down. “I’m listening.”

You tiptoed in, folded your hands in front of you like you were about to confess something huge, and whispered, “It’s about Shadow Milk.”

His eye twitched.

“Oh,” he said lightly. “Is it?”

“Mhm! I just—well—I know he’s… difficult, sometimes. But I really think he likes you. Like, a lot.” You leaned in, absolutely glowing with sincerity. “But he’s the type who needs… reassurance. You know? Affection. Compliments. Like—maybe next time you see him, say something poetic. You’re good at that, right?”

He stared at you for a long moment. “You want me to compliment him?”

You nodded fervently.

“Maybe… say you like his hair. Or his laugh. Or how he’s so clever, even when he’s being a little mean.” You giggled. “And don’t be afraid to touch his hand or something! He acts tough, but I think he’d melt.”

Pure Vanilla's mouth opened. Then closed. His knuckles went white where he gripped the armrest.

“…You truly believe he’s the one I wish to… pursue?” he asked carefully.

You tilted your head. “Isn’t he?”

His gaze slid away from you. “No,” he said, with the faintest edge of exhale.

But you misheard it. Interpreted it as nervous denial. You gasped, soft and excited.

“Ohhh! You’re shy about it, huh?? Don’t worry, I won’t say a word! I’m just glad I can help.” You gave him a big, dopey grin and waved on your way out. “You’ve got this, your Grace!!”

The door shut behind you.

The silence he left behind was deafening.

Ten minutes later…

You tiptoed into the shadowed corner of the castle where Shadow Milk Cookie loomed dramatically against a balcony rail, staring off into the distance like he was in the middle of a brooding opera.

He didn’t even turn to look at you. “Come to confess your sins, little pet?”

You giggled. “Not quite. But I do have advice.”

He arched a brow, intrigued now. “Oh?”

“It’s about Pure Vanilla,” you whispered. “I just think you’ve got a real chance with him, you know?”

He blinked. “I do?”

“Definitely! But you’re too—mmm—teasing. Flirty. I think it makes him nervous. You should try being sincere for once. Just one day! Compliment him. Tell him how wise he is. Touch his shoulder without making it a joke.” You smiled warmly, like you were gifting him a key to heaven. “I know he acts calm, but deep down, he probably wants to be swept off his feet.”

Shadow Milk stared at you in absolute silence.

“…You think I want him?” he asked flatly.

You nodded helpfully. “It’s okay! You don’t have to act tough about it. I support you both!”

He leaned down until your faces were barely inches apart, shadows flickering wildly in his hair.

“Oh,” he murmured. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

You blinked up. “Huh?”

“Nothing~.” He straightened up with a sigh, brushing his hair back with the air of someone praying for patience. “I’ll keep your advice in mind, little dove. But one day…”

He paused, mouth curling into a twisted grin.

“One day you’ll realize the truth. And I wonder, then—who you’ll try to save.”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“Nothing.” He winked. “Run along now. Go play matchmaker.”

You beamed and skipped off again, totally unaware of the tension boiling just beneath his skin.

later on, It was Pure Vanilla who invited you.

A soft knock at your door. A polite, gentle request. “When you’re free, dear one… Shadow Milk and I would like to see you. Together. Privately.”

Your heart practically soared.

“Oh my gosh—finally?!” you gasped, clutching your chest with joy. “Did you two talk? Did you finally realize?!”

Pure Vanilla smiled. Tired. Fond. A little too fond.

“Yes,” he murmured. “We… realized.”

He didn’t elaborate.

You followed eagerly, feet light with excitement as he led you through quiet corridors—ones not often used. The path curved oddly, downward, into the lower halls where fewer guards stood. Where only the torchlight flickered.

You didn't question it. You were too excited.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” you giggled as you walked. “I really did my best to help! You’re such different personalities but that’s what makes it work. You balance each other out.”

“…We do,” he said. His voice echoed strangely.

You didn’t notice the way his hand brushed the door before you entered. You didn’t see the faint gleam in his eyes as he stepped aside and let you in first.

The chamber was dim and warm. Low lights. Heavy drapes. Something thick in the air—scented, cloying, like honey and wine and—

“Surprise~.”

You blinked.

Shadow Milk Cookie lounged at the far end of the room, seated atop a chaise like royalty awaiting judgment. His legs crossed, his eyes sharp with glittering amusement, like he already knew how this was going to end.

“You came,” he purred. “Our little matchmaker.”

You clasped your hands together, practically vibrating. “I knew it! I knew you two would be perfect! Oh, I’m so—wait, is this where you’re going to confess to each other? Should I leave? Or—or officiate??”

“Officiate,” Shadow Milk echoed, tone flat.

Pure Vanilla stepped in behind you. The door clicked shut.

You turned, smiling up at him. “Wait, do you want me to give you privacy or—?”

“No.” His voice was soft, but final. “We want you here.”

You paused. Confused now. “Oh… well, that’s sweet. Is this like… a friendship circle? I don’t mind—”

“Still playing dumb?” Shadow Milk cut in, standing now. His boots made soft, slow clicks as he approached. “Or do you truly not see it? Even now?”

“See… what?” you asked, laughter faltering.

He was closer now. Close enough that you had to tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

“You think we’re in love,” he said. Not a question. A statement.

You flushed. “Well—yeah, kind of. I mean, you’re always around each other. You talk in that weird flirty way—”

“And who,” Pure Vanilla asked gently, stepping beside you, “told you that?”

Your lips parted.

“…Me.”

“You assumed.”

“I—yes, but it’s obvious isn’t it? The way you—” you turned between them, now growing flustered “—I mean, you two are always so intense and—”

“Toward you,” Shadow Milk murmured.

You froze.

“What?”

He was behind you now, Pure Vanilla in front. Caging you in without force, but with presence. With truth.

“All of that,” Pure Vanilla said softly. “The flowers. The words. The long glances. The jealousy.”

“It wasn’t for each other,” Shadow Milk purred. “It was for you, sweetheart.”

You shook your head. “No—no, that’s not—I thought you—”

“You were wrong,” Pure Vanilla said, voice warm and unwavering. “We’ve waited. Watched. Let you play your little game. Let you pretend.”

You backed up into Shadow Milk’s chest. He caught you gently by the arms.

“But we’re done pretending,” he whispered in your ear. “Aren’t we?”

You didn’t answer.

“You’re the center of this,” Pure Vanilla said, stepping closer. “You always were.”

“And now,” Shadow Milk grinned, pressing a soft kiss just under your ear, “you’ll finally stop running from it.”

“Because we’re not in love with each other,” Pure Vanilla finished. “We’re both in love with you.”

And this time, you couldn’t brush it off.

Your breath hitched.

The air in the room changed.

Thick. Slow. Like honey choking your lungs.

Pure Vanilla was still smiling, but it was off now—wrong. Not his usual gentle grace, but something deeper. Something more desperate. More possessive.

And behind you, Shadow Milk Cookie’s grip had changed too. No longer teasing. His fingers pressed tighter into your arms, thumbs stroking the fabric of your sleeves like he was memorizing you through touch alone.

“I—I think this is a joke,” you stammered, trembling. “You’re trying to mess with me again, right? Haha. You’re both so funny—”

“Stop that.” Pure Vanilla’s voice was suddenly hard.

You flinched.

He stepped closer. Slowly. “Stop pretending we’re not in love with you. Stop treating it like some game. You’ve ignored our affections, misread our intentions, deliberately twisted everything we give.”

“I didn’t mean to—!”

“But you did,” Shadow Milk whispered, mouth brushing your ear. “You did. Again and again. ‘Oh, they must be in love with each other.’ ‘Oh, how selfish to think it’s me.’” He laughed—low, sharp. “Selfish? Darling, you’re the most precious thing in this world. You’re the center of our universe.”

“I didn’t know,” you pleaded. “I didn’t realize—I never wanted to hurt you—”

“You did,” Pure Vanilla murmured. “Just not with cruelty. But with your ignorance.”

And then, before you could speak again—he grabbed your chin.

Not gently.

Not sweetly.

Fingers firm, tilting your face up until your wide, tear-glossed eyes met his.

“Look at me,” he said.

You did.

And that’s when you saw it.

Not mercy. Not warmth.

Obsession.

“Pure Vanil—” His lips crashed into yours.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t slow.

It was desperate. Starving. As if he’d waited years to finally taste you and now that he had, he’d never stop. You whimpered against him, hands braced against his chest in panic—but he didn’t let up. His mouth moved over yours like a prayer and a punishment, possessive and furious and needy.

You gasped, and that was all he needed. His tongue slipped in, claiming. Worshiping. Ruining.

Shadow Milk was still behind you, and when you jerked in surprise, he only laughed—low and throaty and delighted.

“Oh, you bastard,” he purred. “Couldn’t even wait your turn?”

Pure Vanilla finally broke the kiss, panting.

His thumb dragged down your lower lip, red and glistening now. “She needed to understand,” he whispered.

“She’s starting to,” Shadow Milk crooned, gripping your waist and dragging you back into his chest. “Aren’t you, pet? Starting to feel it now? The way your body listens to us even when your mind tries to run?”

You couldn’t answer. Your lips were still trembling, breath caught in your throat. Your knees weak.

And they hadn’t even started.

“You don’t get to play matchmaker anymore,” Pure Vanilla said softly, gently brushing a tear from your cheek. “You’re ours.”

“And now we’ll teach you what that means,” Shadow Milk breathed, nuzzling into your neck with a grin that felt like the end of your world.

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Ma heart

Sobs in happy*

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In some impossible world where shadow milk is a healthy lover I can see him turning into a snake or a little birb and sitting on your head/ wrapping around your neck when you go out cuz that’s more acceptable then having a boyfriend you suppose(yes you are ignoring that said boyfriend is a beast and that’s why people are rude. Nuh uh they just horrible and your boyfriend is perfect)

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Thinking about shadow milk cookie x reader cuz our bae deserves love

So you randomly wonder intp the spire one day and honestly you’re an insomniac high on probably lethal doses of caffeine so when you see this hot beast of a man you propose… no srsly he literally saw this

Insert shadow milk randomly coming to see his new victim(imagine he greets you cuz it’s 3 am brain dont wanna brain rn)

You literally have lovey eyes bigger then candy appple’s(candy apple loves him platonically cuz she his daughter fight me) you:…

Shadow milk:….

You: marry me

Shadow milk:….???????

So yeah I mean he’s lived eons he’s pretty sure he’s seen everything or well he was cuz that never happened before. So out of morbid curiosity he keeps you of course he doesn’t skimp on the torture of course not in fact he’s extra generous with it cuz you’re interesting

And slowly he starts getting more comfortable with the idea of you not leaving cuz we all know this man is lonely and well you’re much more willing then pure vanilla and you’ve never made an escape attempt!(you just felt too shitty from not being able to sleep to bother thinking properly, yes that’s what I do Shuddup) and he didn’t even have to threaten your friends!

Now you fell in love at first cuz he was hot but then you fell harder cuz of Stockholm syndrome. And well he never really stops woth the mental torture cuz dude needs validation but he can’t ask for it I mean look at his character. Bro crashed out at the offer of a friend and he needs you to see you being hurt by him and still crawling back to him because well he may love you now but he doesn’t trust you. He’s subtle with is “games” now he isn’t trying to drive you away so you’ll never really be able to scrape up concrete reasoning on why you should fear him just the memory of the fear really

And believe when I say he’s gonna be touchy touchy, he floats right? So I can see him almost always having you in a hug or a half hug cuz he gots eons of touch to make up for and even in his fount years touch wasn’t really all that common for him at least not the one you’re happy to provide him with cuz he’s the love of your life

Plus he’s not gonna ask cuz he may be your lover but he’s holding you captive you couldn’t leave if you wanted to or do whatever you wanted to. He’s in charge and you can’t challenge his authority without triggering him in some way or just feeling shitty cuz Stockholm Syndrome says he’s doing everything for you you’re useless and you should be grateful and not feeding for more

Can someone write this for me plz? Cuz my skills suck at that and if you are writing this plz tag me or comment and if ya need details dont be scared to ask

A/n

This is me coming in later just to say this is hot trash and I am in too much of a serious relationship with insomnia and coffee(the only poly relationship my irl ugly ass can score) to gabe enough energy to think and properly write this idea so ye suffer. Might still fix it one day cuz I hate myself and I vent by having fictional characters cause the pain I am feeling onto other people

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Okay hear me out

We all agree Damian is a proud guy right? And I can see him not telling you or anyone much of anything that he wants or needs if he cannot feel justified for it

So I imagine he wouldn’t ask and he’d just take what he wants. Not in a way that feels invasive or really anything like that, because he can read you and he wouldn’t have let done it in the first place of course not but because he knows you’re okay with it and you’re alone and whatever a relationship is supposed to be he’s just gonna assume you know he can’t ask without feeling- well he just wouldn’t ask but that’s not the point. He has no issues asking if you’re okay tho, because checking up on you doesn’t hurt is pride but putting himself in a position where he can be rejected or imply that he needs something he himself cannot take care of does hurt his pride

…….

Yeah no you see his dumbass as a overgrown puppy who’s too excited to ask(you are convinced his scowl is his father’s fault cuz if dude didnt have Batman in his blood maybe his son would be like his eldest)

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Hoi, just stumbled upon your vampire yandere batfam stuff and I am in love yk

So anyways I have a request (sorry if I’m doing this wrong I’m very new to tumbler but uh feel free to ignore)

Yandere batfamily x heavily unstable reader, like imagine the worst of the Gotham people as reader’s bio parents so when reader inevitably gets sucked into the batfamily coven I would lover for reader to be highly unstable and codependent and very willing to die for them for the littlest amount of love because reader knows it won’t last but reader can at least try to make it last as long as possible. To the point the batfamily are concerned, I mean it was nice at first but what do you mean reader is waiting for them to leave what do you mean reader physically and mentally cannot get used to this uninterrupted flow of love?

Ik this is stupid but eh. And I think I’m supposed to give myself an identifier?

-I’ll be secretary bird anon if that’s not taken

Hihi, first of all, yes you can be Secretary Bird anon, but you do not at all need to identify yourself if you don't want to, either way thank you so much for your request I greatly appreciate it!

Masterlist

Secondly, I had a lot of trouble writing this (not your fault, writing is just like that sometimes), so I hope it's alright if I changed a few things around for it. I don't like writing about neglect even past neglect (which oops, didn't realize that wasn't on my request rules, my bad, pensive emoji) so I'm just having it so the reader's parent's aren't in the picture, and never have been, sorry if it's not what you wanted.

TWs: Obsessive behavior, yandere behavior, kidnapping, light infantilization, reader is very unstable and not okay.

So you've been on the streets of Gotham your entire life, or at least as long as you can remember anyways. Gotham is a scary place as any one could tell you. You had friends, but they would come and go. Some who used you and left you dry when you had nothing left to offer, Some who went missing without warning, and others you watched die or so many other horrible fates. So you clung onto anyone who would give you attention, mostly because you knew it wasn't permanent.

Despite being on the streets of Gotham for so long it wasn't until you were an adult that you saw one of the bats in person. The closest you had gotten in the past was overhearing an altercation one of your "friends" got into with Red Hood while you were hiding in the other room of the hideout. You didn't see your friend again after that.

You didn't like him very much after that.

That's to say you didn't exactly trust them. You never really trusted anyone, just clung onto them for dear life while waiting for them to get sick of you and leave. So when you ran into Red Robin and Robin getting into an argument after getting kicked out of the new group you had weaseled into, you honestly just wanted to run and hide, but Damian had caught sight of you and brandished his katana, assuming you were some criminal (which. to be fair you were, at least by technicality. For all you knew you didn't legally exist).

After a verbal spat Tim and Damian decided to let you go, but, by that point it was already over for you. Tim had put a tracker on you, so once you finally found a hideout for the night and were on the verge of sleep you felt someone pick you up and that was the last thing you remembered.

When you woke up you were in an exceedingly fancy room, which certainly through you for a loop, even more so when Robin was there explaining how your living arrangements were entirely unsuitable and... okay so you miiight have tuned him out almost completely because you were wondering if you had finally snapped and lost your mind and were hallucinating this entire thing.

It didn't sink in that this was genuine actual reality until you had already met like half of the bats, at which point you started clinging onto them like crazy. And the bats were eating it up.

You would eat up any physical attention, and loved cuddling with your new "siblings" (They all, except for Steph and Babs, insisted they were your siblings, even when they wouldn't tell you their civilian names, and even when most of the manor was closed off to you).

You liked sitting on Jason's lap while he read to you like you were a kid. You liked watching Cass and Steph spar in the manor's gym (not the Batcave, you weren't allowed in there), and kept score with Babs. You would fudge the score to make Steph won more often than she did, because the three of them would argue about who your favorite was and give you so much more attention.

You would "help" Damian with his animals, but usually that just amounted to you watching while Damian fed or cleaned them. You were more than a little jealous of those animals.

as great as you soaking up all this attention was it became more and more clear to the bats that you fully believed this would all end sooner or later.

You would cry when Dick had to go back to Bludhaven, scared that he wouldn't come back, even though he always did.

You would beg with Jason to take you with him whenever he went back to his apartment, especially after any arguments you got into with the others. Terrified you'd get kicked out and have to go back to the streets.

You would sometimes hide from Cass knowing she could read you like a book, scared she would find out about every horrible thing you ever did and want nothing to do with you.

You would try and get rid of any cameras Tim set up to watch you, scared he would replace you with those recordings.

You would try to get out of family time with Bruce, he was the one that took the longest to get on board with the whole keeping you captive thing and was the reason nobody told you their civilian identities, so in your mind he would be the first to want to kick you to the curb.

In response the bats redoubled their efforts to give you attention, they told you their identities and said that they couldn't ever let you go now that you knew. They showed you the cave, they started sleeping in your bed at night, doing everything in their power to make you realize that they were never letting you go.

and when that still didn't work? They kept going further until you were practically being suffocated by one or more of them at any given moment.

They never ever want to let go <3