ℬambi🪽

call me bambi !! | 9teen qwq mainly a yandere blog

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ℬambi — 19, sacrificial lamb, he / him, yandere writer

🐾: mha, dc + marvel, jjk

masterlist 𝄞 recent work ♪ rules

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i would love to see more platonic yan batfam! Like what happens if reader like slipped on the stairs and broke a bone?

𝓐rcane — mysterious, known by few.

ℬatfam | platonic yandere batfam x male!reader

content warning: description of broken ankle, the batfam obsessing over you lol

authors note: guys i've never broken a bone sorry if this is inaccurate :(

word count: 693

Your attempt was futile. You'd yelled at Jason, who had 'playfully' insulted you one too many times. Now you stormed down the corridors, the others trailing behind. Dick, the kindest of the five, tried to negotiate with you.

"C'mon, baby, just let Jay apologise-" You broke into a run, brows furrowed. Apologise, your ass. You spotted the front door from the second-floor railings and dashed to the staircase, wide enough for all five of you.

Finally, you faced them. Jason stood sheepishly at the back, silent, while Dick gently caressed your arms. “He’s sorry. It’s nothing to get worked up over, okay, birdie?” You shook your head quickly in protest, pushing him away. He stumbled back (acted weaker than he was to give you the upper hand, no way you’d be able to push him), standing next to Bruce.

“[name].” Bruce spoke, folding his arms over his chest. “Jason will apologise.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes and finally making it down the first of the many steps to run out the front door. It all happened at once, your feet suddenly hitting the edge of a step and toppling down the staircase. You’d landed on your back at the bottom of the staircase, lying on the brown mahogany floor with a groan. A sharp crack echoed up the grand staircase.

You felt a sharp pain shoot up your leg, and as you tried to sit up, you realised what was wrong. Your ankle was practically the wrong way, not connected to your leg bone and uselessly lying on the floor. You bit your bottom lip so as not to cry out, trembling hands grabbing at your ankle to try and ‘fix’ it.

The Batfam was already by your side; you hadn’t even seen them running down the carpeted stairs. Dick had picked you up, one arm under your knees and the other under your back, so he was nowhere near your broken ankle.

Tim was already at your other side while Dick carried you back up the stairs, leading the lot to the private infirmary. “It’ll take around six to twelve weeks to heal, [name],” he sighed. “This is why you should do as we say, instead of running away like a brat.”

You didn’t answer; instead, you glared as Dick spoke to you. “It was only Jason winding him up, Tim. And twelve weeks of you not leaving the house sounds pretty good to me.” You folded your arms with a huff, resting the side of your head against his chest.

“Shut up,” you grumbled under your breath as you were gently lowered onto the medical bed. Bruce was already phoning the physician, voice deep, even though you couldn’t tell what he was saying. Once you were led down, everyone began to fuss over you.

“Poor birdie,” Dick spoke, rubbing up and down your good leg as they all waited for the physician. Jason was at your other side, holding your hand with tightness as if he felt guilty. “Sorry, [name].” He spoke, uncharacteristically kind.

Tim paid no mind to you (or so you thought, his mind is always occupied with you), sitting at a cool metal table, tapping keys on his laptop and thoroughly researching what he’d need to do to speed the healing process. Damian was silently standing at the foot of the medical bed, eyes fixed on your ankle with a furrowed brow.

Bruce was the one who paid attention to you the most, even if it didn’t seem like it. He’d long put his phone in his pocket, standing near the head of the bed, caressing your forehead. “You should’ve told me about Jason first. I’d have handled it.”

The physician stumbled into the infirmary, pushing up his glasses with a finger and holding his briefcase in his other hand. Bruce had probably threatened the poor man on the phone.

“It’ll need a cast, and healing should take around nine weeks,” the physician spoke as he worked, cleaning the area after doing an X-ray before applying the cast itself.

“Nine weeks of taking care of you, baby,” Dick whispered, planting a kiss on the back of your hand.

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ℬelie — to give a false impression of, misrepresent, or contradict something.

𝑇he ℛingmaster's 𝓒ircus | yandere circus x male!reader PT. 1

content warning: reader trapped in mirror maze, use of illusions, manipulation of senses, palm reading you

authors note: trying to introduce you slowly so you get an idea of all the characters and their diff personalities! if you're still confused, you can request a dump of them and i'll expand on them a bit more!

word count: 1085

You’d shoved on the shittiest choice of clothes you could find, not really wanting to look presentable anyway. It was only a circus. You looked out of your window into the pitch-black sky before drawing them shut. You saw the striped tents in the distance, adorned with their stupid hanging fairy lights that were so bright it should be classed as light pollution.

With a grumble, you checked the blue, shimmering ticket once more before shoving it into your sweatpants pocket along with some cash for food.

You pulled your hoodie hood over your head, trying not to let the cold breeze bother you. It was nighttime after all. The crowds were already surrounding the tent, the hill's floor muddy as people split drinks. You began to line up, the queue moving painfully slowly as people were either accepted into the circus or kicked out.

You got to the ticket handler, another jester wearing the same uniform as Con. Except it was striped yellow, the ruffles around the sleeves and collar were more accentuated. You handed him your ticket without saying a word, yet you did a double take when he didn’t punch the ticket, just stared at it.

“Where did you get this?” His voice was croaky, like he hadn’t spoken in a while.

“Uhh- I think his name was Con,” you muttered, averting your eyes to let them wander into the circus lands. “Why? Is it fake or something?” You tilted your head. The jester shook his head, and you swore you could see his brows furrow even though he was wearing a mask. This happened more than once now! Is this their real face or something?

“Go through,” he spoke, handing your ticket back. He hadn’t punched it. You gave him a weary glare before wandering through the gates into the muddy circus floor. You could feel him watching you.

The tents were spacious, and many were scattered in a circle surrounding the gate. There were multiple small ones off to the side, and the largest was in the middle. The food and drink stalls were scattered randomly, but the lines for them were huge. You could hear cheers and applause from the largest tent and see the strobe lights through the thin fabric of its roof. You’d go there last, when there was a new performance on. It was still early in the night.

You entered the tent on the left of you first, where you were met with a mirror maze. It was kind of boring doing this and being alone, and sort of embarrassing, but you went through anyway, hands out in front of you as a precaution. You rounded a corner perfectly, but furrowed your brow once the blasting music and the chatter of others completely disappeared.

Looking around, you realised you were completely alone in this stupid maze. You huffed, deciding to continue on anyway. Yet, you kept seeing things out of the corner of your eye. Shadows. Noting it was your eyes playing tricks on you, as no one truly knew what the reflection of two mirrors together truly was, you decided it was that! Yeah…

You thought you were nearing the end, but the maze seemed to keep on going and going and going. It was like you were going in circles, and seeing your reflection for so long made you feel like you were going crazy. With a groan, you hit the mirror in front of you in frustration. It cracked. You raised your brows. Were you strong, or was the mirror weak?

Stumbling back, you began to walk more quickly. You didn’t notice the black, blood-like consistency of the sludge dripping from the cracks of the mirror.

“Hiya!” A voice cheerfully spoke from behind you, and you felt gloved hands grabbing either side of your waist. “You look a little lost, honey.” You turned your head, finally meeting eyes with the same porcelain mask the rest of them wore. His uniform was different, though: a checkered black-and-white on one side of his suit, the other side red and black stripes.

“Well, I sort of can’t get out.” You huffed, holding his wrists in an attempt to remove his hands off of you. He didn’t let go, instead using his grip to lead you to the exit. He was somehow walking backwards comically while doing this. It must be his attraction if he’d memorised it this well. You ended up out of the maze, yet you were back at the entrance of the tent.

“Pay me another visit tonight, honey. Name’s Casper.” He handed you a ticket before retreating back into the tent. It was similar to the one Con gave you, yet its borders matched Casper’s uniform. You nodded slowly (although you had no plan to), shoving it in your pocket along with the other and walking away.

You sighed, eyes wandering over the tent next to Casper’s. It was the same size, and to its right was the bigger tent in the middle. You decided to go in the smaller one, lifting the flap to be greeted with a table and a glowing orb. A fortune teller. You held back a snort. You didn’t believe in this stuff.

Sitting anyway, you didn’t even notice someone sitting opposite you until they came into the light. He looked like a real jester, in a purple-and-black half-and-half uniform, matching his hat, which was adorned with gold bells. You were surprised you didn’t hear him either.

His hand gestured to yours, and you gave it to him, his gloved fingers tracing over your palm as if reading it. He gently placed your hand atop the glowing purple orb, his hand over yours as if to steady it. Somehow, the orb began to produce images.

The first image was something like a moodboard of a blue-and-black-striped uniform, the same mask most of the circus was wearing, and those gold bells. It reminded you of Con. Your eyes shot up for a second, analysing the Jester’s mask, as you were convinced they conveyed emotions at this point. You could tell he wasn’t happy.

With a huff, he quickly took your hand off, purple eyes boring into yours. He allowed you to stand, and as you left, you realised the two of you didn’t exchange a word. Was he mute? The other clowns jumped at the opportunity to speak to you.

Whatever. It was time for the other two tents opposite the hill anyway. Then later, the main attraction.

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ℳellifluous — A sound that is sweet, smooth, and incredibly pleasing to hear. Your name—to them.

ℐunior ℋigh. | yandere!students x male!reader FINALE

content warning: murder by hanging (slight graphic), kidnapping, manipulation, extreme yandere, haysey being rude again, threatening

authors note: i didn't know who to make the main yandere. i also wanted to focus on my new series 'ringmaster circus' so sorry if this feels rushed!

word count: 678

tag list: @leeiasure

You had woken up before the blaring alarm today. Haysey was already up, just like on the first day. He got dressed and greeted you with his usual smile. “Morning, sunshine.” You smiled back.

You’d only woken up so early because you couldn’t sleep through the night. Thoughts of yesterday’s events- especially how Haysey seemed to know everything- kept you restless. As morning settled in, you finally asked, “Y-Yesterday. When we were getting a drink. What did that lady mean by ‘obsession’?”

Haysey froze, hands stilling in their ministrations of tying his tie. “You know… this is why those students got kicked out. You shouldn’t pry,” his voice had turned uncharacteristically low, gravelly. You furrowed your brow, sitting up and pressing for more.

“Did you report them? Are you like-”

“Be quiet. I have something to attend to.” And with that, Haysey left. The wake-up bell hadn’t even rung yet. What could he possibly be doing?

You huffed, finally getting out of bed and stretching your arms above your head with a groan. No bother. You’d just ask for a room change if he keeps being rude. Jacob said students weren’t supposed to have roommates anyway.

Slowly, you got dressed, taking your time as you weren’t in a rush this morning. Your phone buzzed while you were doing your skincare. Humming, you picked it up to read a message. Huh. You hadn’t given anyone your number. It was only the second day after all.

‘meet me at room 109.’ It read.

You bit your bottom lip. Did they mean now? Wasn’t that Jacob’s dorm room? You debated it while brushing your hair, taking your sweet time until the bell rang. That meant you had half an hour until first class. You’d have time to go, maybe it was an important notice from Jacob!

You rubbed your eyes. Fine, you’d go.

Slowly packing your bag, putting in your class books for the day. You’d finally locked the dorm room door behind you, guessing Haysey wouldn’t be back before first class.

You navigated the winding corridors once again, managing to find your way pretty quickly even though it was only the second time you’d been there. Okay, maybe you got lost once.

Room 109. You knocked with two knuckles, your other hand grabbing the strap of your backpack, as if to steady yourself. No one answered. You couldn’t even hear a shuffle inside. “Hell-” you were quickly cut off by someone standing behind you, their hand over your mouth.

“You'd better keep this pretty mouth shut and do as I say. Got it?” You nodded slowly, attempting to look at their face through the corner of your eyes. They were wearing a mask, yet had the most striking blue eyes you’d seen.

They let go of your mouth slowly, both of their hands moving to grab either side of your waist. Opening the dorm room door, they walked you inside. The blinds were shut, lights off. You couldn’t see a thing.

Your eyes didn’t have time to adjust as the harsh LED’s were turned on, the bright white blinding you for a second. You couldn’t believe what you saw. Letting out a scream, you attempted to turn and bolt out of the room. The masked man caught you quickly, shutting the door behind the pair of you. “I told you to shut up,” he growled.

“You wanna know what happens to pretty boys who don’t follow orders?” You shook your head quickly, covering your mouth.

Turning around once more, there you saw them. Jacob and Noah were both hanging by a tough, brown rope from the ceiling. You began to sob. If two of your friends were here, dead, then where was Haysey?

“I-I know- I know it’s you. Haysey,” you spoke.

He laughed, taking his mask off. “You got me.” The blackava was thrown on the floor. Haysey grabbed you by your shoulders roughly, turning you to face him. “The students didn’t get kicked out. They got killed.”

“By an obsession of mine. And you are currently my fixation.”

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ℬelie — to give a false impression of, misrepresent, or contradict something.

𝑇he ℛingmaster's 𝓒ircus | yandere circus x male!reader INTRO

content warning: stalking from con (not known by reader yet)

authors note: beginning of a new series! i'll update junior high later today

word count: 431

You'd heard plenty about the recent Ringmaster’s Circus. Flyers were plastered everywhere: on shop windows, scattered on the wet, disintegrating on the ground, and still being handed out. The large red and white striped tents on the hill past your small town were impossible to miss.

“Have a flyer! Be sure to attend!” called a cheerful voice. The masked person handed you a poster, somehow managing a smile you could sense, and added, “See you tonight!”

The poster itself was striking. It lacked the garishness of typical circus posters; instead, the artwork on the front was vivid and detailed, with each circus operator illustrated in bright colours. The words ‘𝑇he ℛingmaster's 𝓒ircus’ appeared at the top in bold, elegant cursive.

You sighed, already sick of the constant flyers, and tossed it in the nearest bin before walking off.

The tickets were expensive, as expected, given the size of the tents, but you refused to pay. You grumbled, ignoring the other flyer distributors, eager to go home and sleep. Living near the loud, bright tents didn’t help- since opening the night before, you hadn’t slept a wink until the circus ended late.

You bumped into a chest as you rounded a corner, stumbling back with an ‘oof’. “Sorry,” you muttered, not even glancing up as you tried to walk around them, until you noticed their attire.

They wore a similar mask to those handing out the flyers, yet it seemed more important, more expensive. It was a porcelain white, with drawn-on facial features that somehow expressed their feelings despite staying the same. The only gaps in the mask were for their eyes, a black sclera with a contrasting blue iris that seemed to glow.

They tilted their head, the bells adorning their blue-and-black striped hat jingling. “Almost knocked ya out there,” the smile on the mask grew impossibly wider. Were your eyes playing tricks? “Ya hurt anywhere?” Their hands were already on you, and you felt the fabric of their black gloves against your bare arm, rubbing up until the hem of your sleeves. “The name’s Contortionist, but you can call me Con.”

You looked up at them, not really feeling interested. Was this more propaganda for the Ringmaster’s Circus?

“I’m fine. I’ll see you later.” Your hands were already in your pockets as you walked off, yet your fingers grazed over something paper-like. You pulled the foreign object out with a furrowed brow. A ticket. It was rectangular in shape and black with blue edges, ‘𝑇he ℛingmaster's 𝓒ircus’ written in the middle once more. Huh. Maybe you would attend that circus.

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𝓓ebacle — a sudden, complete failure, collapse, or disaster.

ℬruce 𝓦ayne | platonic yandere x male!reader

content warning: you escaped, spanking as punishment, cameras in room, privacy privileges taken away, consolidation as after care

authors note: he’s sooo older daddy ughhh

word count: 533

Being Bruce’s final adopted child was weird. Your brothers were overprotective of you, and Bruce wouldn’t even give you the light of day- literally.

So, you’d escaped.

And been brought back to the mansion after ten minutes of leisurely freedom. It was worth a try! Bruce never let you out of the house, made Alfred homeschool you, and worst of all wouldn’t even shape you up to fight villains in Gotham. You were stuck.

The five of them- Bruce, Jason, Tim, Damian and Dick, were surrounding you in Bruce’s study.

“That wasn’t smart of you,” Tim sighed, pinching his nose bridge. “You could’ve been-“

He was cut off by Bruce. “Enough, all of you, out. I’ll speak to him privately.”

You paid the lot of them no mind as they reluctantly left the study, leaving Bruce and you alone. Your arms were folded, sitting on the chair facing Bruce’s desk while your daddy sat on the other side. You averted your eyes with a pout.

“I trusted you,” he sighed, leaning back on his chair. “I’d finally unbolted the windows after you begged me to. And this is what you do? You’ll be staying in my room until the foreseeable future.”

You furrowed your brow. “What? No way!” you groaned, sitting up to finally look at Bruce. “Just bolt my windows again, I’ll-“

“No. You don’t deserve the privilege of privacy. I’ll have Tim put cameras in. 24/7 surveillance until we can maybe trust you.”

You grumbled curses under your breath, muttering of how much a dick Bruce was.

“Over my lap.”

“What?” you stammered.

“You heard me. Come here, now.” His fingers curled, beckoning you forward as he pushed his chair back, adjusting the position of his legs.

Reluctantly, you stood, hand steadying yourself on the side of Bruce’s dark wood desk as you rounded the corner, standing at his side.

He sighed, pushing you by a hand on your lower back so you fall over his lap, your hands on the floor in front of you so you didn’t topple over- feet unable to touch the ground.

“I’ve had enough of you. And your attitude. If this doesn’t teach you, I’ll do far worse boy.”

His large hands pulled your pants down, revealing your cute, white lace boxers, which Bruce didn’t bother removing. “I want you to count,” he didn’t wait, hand striking down on your ass.

“O-One!” you gasped, hands coming up to fist Bruce’s pants in an attempt to console yourself. Smack! “Two!” Smack, smack smack! “Ten!”

“Ten more, then we’re all done.” Bruce spoke, hands rubbing over your red ass before delivering another hit. Tears were already gathering in your eyes, ass red raw.

It was over before you knew it, but you were a sniffling teary mess. Bruce sighed, gently pulling your pants up for you, rubbing your ass with his palms in an attempt to soothe you.

He brought you up to sit on his lap properly, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “‘s okay, baby. There we go. All done. You gonna be good now?”

He let out a coy smile once he felt your nod, rubbing your back gently.

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ℒaconic — a style of speaking or writing that uses very few words to express much, often to the point of seeming brief, mysterious, or blunt.

ℒogan ℋowlett | platonic yandere headcannons

content warning: your “friends” leave you on a night out, drunk driving (nothing happens), kidnapping, nickname ‘kid’

the two of you would definitely meet at a bar. you’d be dressed to your best abilities (and glammed up with makeup if you wish) to attempt to get free drinks with your friends.

he’d be there, of course, drinking whiskey like he loved the burn of it going down his throat and the bad aftertaste. spoiler alert: he’s numb to it now.

your friends would be pestering him, after all he does have a pretty face. you’d be reluctantly sat on a stool beside the group, big eyes wandering around as if you didn’t want to be there. you didn’t, they’d dragged you.

later in the evening, when the bar was kicking people out for closing time, your friends would leave you. they’d order an uber and it’d coincidentally have enough room for them but not for you. “we didn’t wanna pay extra for an xl for one person!”

it’s fine, you say, you hadn’t drunken a lot anyway, and you didn’t live far. but the effects of alcohol hit right after they left, and you were alone stumbling down the dark wet streets.

you’d feel a hand on your lower back, guiding you. it was the man your friends were pestering before for a drink. “logan.”

“come on, kid, let’s get you home.”

you nodded, yet your mouth and mind couldn’t form a single coherent word. how could you tell him where you lived? no matter, you’d let the hands of fate decide- or his hands.

he’d taken you to a secluded lodge, driven there in his red truck through winding gravel roads adorned with ominous tall trees.

“stay here for a night or two, get you back on your feet.” he’d muttered, peeling your clothes away slowly to redress you in his oversized shirt substituted for pyjamas.

if only you knew you’d never be let outside once again.

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ℳellifluous — A sound that is sweet, smooth, and incredibly pleasing to hear. Your name—to them.

ℐunior ℋigh. | yandere!students x male!reader PT. 2

content warning: haysey being kind of a meanie ;(, noah and you splashing paint at each other, occult club happenings, yandere themes

authors note: this is a long one cuz i wanted each character to have special time! their obsessions with you are starting to show..(specifically haysey) chemistry classes' boy next chap!

word count: 1343

tag list: @leeiasure

Final period- already exhausted. Chemistry was your last class, a subject you wanted absolutely nothing to do with. You didn’t speak or let anyone speak to you. Instead, you dissociated, eyes fixed on the chalkboard.

You remembered your promises: join the occult club and model for Noah’s painting again. Peeling your forehead from the desk when the bell rang, you slung your bag over your shoulder and staggered out of class.

Pretty sure clubs begin at five, so you had enough time to meet up with Noah and have a little lunch break before joining the occult club with Jacob.

Rounding the corner, you bumped into someone once more. “Is this becoming our meeting, sunshine?” Of course, it was Haysey, with his stupid, sickening grin. He helped you up (as he should, he’s knocked you over twice now).

“Can’t talk, Hayes, I gotta be Noah’s sub-” you blabbered, not wanting to upset your new friend by being late.

“Who?” Haysey cut you off, his hand tightening around yours, still latching on from when he helped you up. “Ugh- my friend. I’ll just- see you around,” you sighed, managing to slide your hand out of his grip to walk to your art classroom.

Grumbling under your breath, you inhaled as you opened the classroom door, the sunset’s light already hitting your face from the large windows. “Noah?”

“Hey, pretty boy! Wonderin’ when you ‘bout to show up!”

You let out a smile. Noah was refreshing after being with Haysey practically all day. “Didn’t keep you waiting, did I?” you replied, voice melodic and sweet as it usually is. Noah shook his head, grabbing your bag to place it over his on the floor.

“I’ll help you get into position. You gotta be perfect,” he chuckled, already grabbing your hand to gently tug you along to the platform. His hands were gentle- soft. He tilted your chin with his thumb, eyes meeting yours. His warm, brown eyes matched his curly hair.

Now that you thought about it, basically everyone in this school was like hot as fuck. You fluttered your lashes as his hands trailed down to sit you on the stool, caressing your uniform and adjusting your blazer to sit exactly how it did when you previously sat there.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “T-The pose-” he stammered out, tips of his ears going red. You tried not to move, but let out a slight chuckle.

“Thank you, kind sir.”

All he did was smile, returning to his easel to gracefully pull off the white sheet covering it. You’d have to look at the painting later.

Luckily, finishing his painting didn’t take too long- only an hour. Which you thought wasn’t long anyway- you weren’t very experienced… It’s only four, so you have time before you have to leave for the occult club.

“Can I see? Can I see?” You giggled, feet already rushing ahead of you to stand. “Whoa-whoa-” Noah hushed, standing from his stool to stand in front of you and block your path. “Maybe… later. I’ve still got to paint the background.” His fingers tickled your nose, leaving a splodge of white paint on the tip.

“Hey!” You whined, rubbing at the paint. Your eyes wandered, dipping it in some undried paint on a left paint palette. Copying him, you swiped four fingers over his cheek.

“Oh, it’s on.”

From there on, you were both dramatically splashing each other with vibrant paint, getting it on your uniforms and faces. You giggled, face and blazer covered in paint. “I’ll have to get cleaned up. See you next class, Noah.”

He smiled, grabbed both your bags, and handed you yours. “See you around, pretty boy.”

You’d gotten to your dorm around half four, enough time to have a quick shower and dry your hair. Haysey was there, sat at his desk, working on what you assumed was his homework. “You have fun-” the words stopped leaving his mouth once he saw the state of you. With a sigh and a furrowed brow, he stood from his chair.

“How are you going to get this out of your blazer? Who did this to you?” Haysey spoke quickly, fingers dipping in the paint on your cheek in an attempt to get it off.

“It’s fine. You’re like my dad or something…” You muttered, walking away to throw your bag on your bed. “Noah and I were only playing.”

“That boy? It looks like he practically tortured you,” Haysey spoke, voice rising a little. “Get in the shower and give me your uniform. I’ll try to get it out.”

Reluctantly, you did as Haysey said and hopped into the shower. You’d have to dress in normal clothes; it’d be more fitting for the occult club anyway.

Room 109, room 109… You muttered to yourself, attempting to navigate the school’s winding corridors once more. You’d have to memorise them one day, hopefully.

Finally! It looked like Jacob’s dorm room, with a door similar to yours. You knocked with two knuckles, waiting awkwardly outside until Jacob let you in. “[name]! Come in!”

Jacob was a blonde boy with big brown eyes and plump, glossy lips. His lips were the first thing you noticed about him, and you had to stop yourself from staring sometimes. You nodded, walking in behind Jacob- it was his dorm room. But his was only a single.

“You don’t have a roommate?” You asked, tilting your head. “Roommates? I didn’t know this school did those,” Huh.

You laughed it off, scratching behind your neck. “So, where are the other members of your club?”

Jacob sheepishly grinned, playing with his hair. “About that… kinda… no one else joined.”

“W-Well, that’s okay!” You stammered. “I’ll try to get more to join next week or something. It can just be us two today if you want,” you smiled.

Jacob nodded frantically, rushing behind you to turn off the lights. It wasn’t that dark because the blinds were still open and the sun had only just set, so there was still an orange hue to the sky. “I present- the ouiji board!” Jacob ‘mysteriously’ spoke, hovering the thing in front of your face as if you’d wet your pants and run away.

“Uh-huh. And, do you know how to use that?” You pushed the board away, letting Jacob place it on his bed.

“Tch. I’m the one and only occult master, of course I do!” Jacob puffed his chest up. He looked around while rubbing his hands together like a knock-off villain, before unboxing the ouiji board. “So- uhm… do you wanna go first?” Jacob bit his bottom lip.

“You don’t know how to use it! I knew it!” You pointed, laughing. Jacob quickly put his hands up as if he was surrendering, shaking his head quickly. “I do-I do-”

The lights flickered on- and then off. You deadpanned at Jacob, folding your arms and rolling your eyes. “But you know how to do magic tricks?”

“W-What?! That wasn’t me, man-” the lights flickered again, making that iconic sound this time, like something from a horror game. Your brows raised, and you slowly backed onto Jacob’s bed to sit down. “So.. are we gonna die here?”

It happened once more, and Jacob had run out of the room. With a chuckle, you followed suit, but the corridor lights were on and doing fine. Weird.

“I’ll see you in biology, Jacob!” You yelled randomly, unaware of where he had run to before you slowly walked back to your own dorm.

With a yawn, you opened the door. You expected Haysey to still be at his desk, working on his homework. He just looked like the type of guy to be a nerd. But Haysey wasn’t there.

“Haysey?” you called out. You felt a hand on your lower back, and you jumped, turning around quickly. There Haysey was. “What’s up? Sorry, I just… nipped out for a second.”

“Oh, nothing, I guess.” You muttered, flopping on your bed with a huff. “I joined the occult club.”

“Oh, that thing? I know.”

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𝓚ismet — Destiny or fate.

ℬruce 𝓦ayne | platonic yandere headcannons

content warning: forced dependency, kidnapping, mentions of bondage, bruce wayne’s children, forced infantilisation(?), manipulation

bruce would become interested pretty quickly. since you’re a lot younger than him, you’d probably meet at a gala for business accompanied by your daddy. or you’d be the target of a villain in gotham that he was targeting.

he’d know everything about you the day he saw your face and heard your name, using his privilege and money to research anything and everything about you- your routine, job (if has one), friends, family. he’d deem your friends and family worthless, doing nothing to help you flourish like he would.

wayne would likely kidnap you after the first week of his obsession. it’d be easy for someone like him- who knows how to use hush money, who knows how to hide his tracks after years of experience. you’d wake up blindfolded and bound with silks, as to not hurt your pretty wrists and ankles.

he’d practically force you to get used to him, making you stay in his room to get used to his scent and his schedule of coming home. he’d make you become acquainted with alfred who’d act all innocent and friendly, then tell bruce all your thoughts and feelings on your situation.

bruce would definitely manipulate you, he’d have eyes and ears on you at all times- curtesy of tim. speaking of, his children would also want to be apart of it, to be apart of you.

they’d feed you themselves, bathe you, dress you, do everything for you. they want you to be dependent on them- to need them to the point of no return.

you’re never esacaping now.

[doll-webs]

𝓒apricious — Someone or something governed by sudden, impulsive, or unpredictable changes in mood, behavior, or direction.

𝓚atsuki ℬakugo | platonic yandere headcannons

content warning: isolation as punishment, kidnapping, starvation as punishment

bakugo would be tough to infatuate with you. your personality would be striking like his, or the complete opposite by being quiet and reserved. it’d take a lot to get him to even like you.

because you’re younger, you’d probably be a student at u.a attending his agency during that arc. that’s how he gets close to you quickly, pushing you hard enough and when you show him you can do it- he’s impressed.

or you’d be either a vigilante or a villain, always on his mind with his attempts of catching you.

his obsession would start slow, he’d deny it to himself that he had any sort of platonic feelings for you. but it’d slowly build and build until he has no one to talk to this about- he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop.

he’d feel bad doing it- taking you, but it’s for your own good! you just weren’t meant for harsh battles or training regimes.

he’d always try to keep himself in check once he finally has you. trying not to lash out, to explode. his punishments would be fairly simple- sometimes isolation for a day, or not provide food for a day.

his rewards were the best though, he’d let you out into his lavish back garden (he’s rich, it’s massive) with supervision of course. it would probably be the first time you felt the sun in months, bakugo is paranoid of letting you outside, just incase.

he’d treat you like his child, because he loves you.

[doll-webs]

ℳasterlist 𝄞 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

— ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

ℐunior ℋigh.

↝ INTRO - 492 words. no cw

↝ PART ONE - 1253 words. starting mentions of obsession

↝ PART TWO - 1343 words. haysey being kind of a meanie ;(, noah and you splashing paint at each other, occult club happenings, yandere themes

↝ FINALE - 678 words. murder by hanging (slight graphic), kidnapping, manipulation, extreme yandere, haysey being rude again, threatening

𝑇he ℛingmaster's 𝓒ircus

↝ INTRO - 431 words. stalking from con (which you dont know about)

↝ PART ONE - 1085 words. reader trapped in mirror maze, use of illusions, manipulation of senses, palm reading you

— MY HERO ACADEMIA

𝓚atsuki ℬakugo.

↝ HEADCANNONS - isolation as punishment, kidnapping, starvation as punishment

— DC

ℬruce 𝓦ayne.

↝ HEADCANNONS - forced dependency, kidnapping, mentions of bondage, bruce wayne’s children, forced infantilisation(?), manipulation

↝ SPANKING - 533 words. you escaped, spanking as punishment, cameras in room, privacy privileges taken away, consolidation as after care

ℬatfam.

↝ BROKEN ANKLE - 693 words. description of broken ankle, the batfam obsessing over you lol

— MARVEL

ℒogan ℋowlett.

↝ HEADCANNONS - your “friends” leave you on a night out, drunk driving (nothing happens), kidnapping, nickname ‘kid’

[doll-webs]

ℳellifluous — A sound that is sweet, smooth, and incredibly pleasing to hear. Your name—to them.

ℐunior ℋigh. | yandere!students x male!reader PT. 1

content warning: starting mentions of obsession

authors note: im planning to make this a slow burn! lmk if you want me to speed things up

word count: 1253

tag list: @leeiasure

The alarm was a violent shrill in your ears. You jolted awake… where were you? Right. The dorm room, ugly walls and all, not your old bed. You’d actually forgotten you moved here. How could you already forget?

Haysey was already up and dressed in his uniform: a black blazer with matching pants, a white undershirt, dress shoes, and a striped blue-and-white tie. He rummaged through a pile of papers on his desk before looking up. “Morning, sunshine,” he spoke with a grin, eyes wandering to your messy bedhead with a chuckle. “You got your timetable? I’ll walk you to your lessons- free of charge.”

You hummed, rubbing your eyes, still half stuck in sleep and not quite ready to let go. Why did you always wake up this groggy? Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. The timetable, where was it? “R-Right- bottom drawer,” you yawned, grabbing your ugly uniform and trudging to the bathroom.

You emerged, drowning a bit in that uniform. Did you send in the wrong measurements, or did you just grow smaller overnight? Either way, it looked terrible, and you felt it too.

“Did you get it?” you asked, your eyes wandering over Haysey’s back that was towards you.

“Yeah- uhh, you’ve not got a third period class, did you choose one?” Haysey asked, brows furrowed as he flipped through your timetable, then turned to face you. He clicked his tongue, stepping closer and reaching down to adjust your tie. You let your eyes finally wander over his face.

Haysey’s blonde curls, freckles, and sea-blue eyes caught your attention. He was attractive.

“I just… I didn’t know what to choose,” you muttered, averting your eyes to not be caught staring. He finally finished up with your tie, his hands running down your arms to ‘smooth out your blazer’.

“Well, it’s only the first day. You’ll have to choose by October, though. You ready to go?”

You stumbled to grab your bag, already packed last night (which you silently thanked yourself for), with all your heavy books. Nodding, you swung your bag over your shoulder and began to follow Haysey down the endless corridors of the college.

In the first period, you chose biology. You’d thought it was relatively easy in high school, but all this new content building on the previous made your headache and brow furrow. Your deskmate next to you seemed to think the same, not even attempting to pay attention anymore, playing with his pen.

“Are you struggling too? It’s [name],” you whispered, tilting your head as your eyes wandered over his face. He let out a huff of acknowledgement, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s… different, isn’t it?” he spoke, eyes crinkling with sarcasm. “I’m Jacob.”

The teacher let out a loud ‘shush’, fingers to her lips, yet she wasn’t directing it at you- only Jacob. Your eyes met hers, and she let out a coy smile.

Jacob waited a long minute before whispering to you again. “I’ve made a club, today of course, do you wanna join?” You said yes before you even knew what it was about, eagerly nodding. You’d thought you’d have made no friends, but you were proving yourself wrong!

“What’s the catch?” you whispered, pretending to scribble things down when the teacher was looking.

Jacob let out a quiet chuckle, looking away. “It’s based on occults. Like- researching ghosts ‘n stuff.”

Jacob was lucky, because you were quite interested in the happenings of the afterlife. Before you could get your interests out, the bell rang. That same, agitating bell that had woken you up this morning.

Jacob was already packing up, leaving the room, but not without looking back at you with a smile and a wave. “See you soon- room 109!”

The second period had come before you knew it, time seemed to quicken when you were meeting new people. You had chosen art. Well, maybe you hadn’t done it in high school, but it seemed easy!

The classroom was large, with brick walls and floor-to-ceiling windows that let natural light dance across your face. Easels and stools were organised in a circle around a circular platform in the middle of the room, probably for painting subjects to be.

You sat on a random stool, the one in the middle, before all the other students came rushing in. Two boys sat on either side of you; you weren’t used to being at an all-boys school, already adjusting their easels for themselves. Maybe you should’ve done research…

“Here,” the boy on the left of you spoke, adjusting your easel to your height.

“Oh-! Thank you, I didn’t-” you were cut off by the teacher's voice, who was standing on the platform in the middle of the room.

“I need a volunteer!” he yelled, voice authoritative and bellowing. “To be the painting subject.” When no one raised their hands, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before pointing at you.

“Come up, do a pose, and stand still.”

You stammered pathetically, red-faced. You already had stage fright; you couldn’t pose in front of a classroom of fifteen students! Standing anyway, you sucked in a breath, biting your bottom lip as you came to stand on the platform. The teacher has pushed a stool under you, forcing you to sit. He adjusted your pose with comically gentle hands, tilting your face up to catch the light.

“Begin painting!” He yelled, leaving the classroom to do whatever.

It was practically an hour of torture. Your neck was beginning to ache from tilting upwards for so long, and your hands were cramping from holding the chair tight so as not to fall off. Every time you moved even an inch, the students would sigh inwardly or groan quietly. It wasn’t your fault!

For once, you were thankful that the shrieking bell had rung, already moving off the platform with a stretch. You moved towards your easel, picking up your bag. “You’re a good subject,” the boy who adjusted your easel had spoken, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

“But, I didn’t finish. Would you mind maybe meeting up after classes end?”

You nodded slowly, trying to peek at his painting, but he was already covering it with the white cloth.

“Great! We’ll meet here again. I’m Noah, you?”

“[name].”

And he already left, waving at you with the back of his hand.

For third period… You hadn’t chosen anything, which Haysey had told you off for. You decided to explore the college, which was unexplainably large after all. What did they even hide in here?

Already wandering around, you gripped your backpack with both hands. Now, you know where the cafeteria is! Trailing around a corner, you had bumped into a hard chest, stumbling backwards a little upon impact.

“Careful, sunshine,” he spoke. It was Haysey, grabbing you by your forearm to prevent you from falling.

“Haysey? What’re you doing out of class?” you spoke, furrowing your brow as you steadied yourself.

“Looking for you. I know you didn’t have third period, so I skipped my class too. Lucky I found you, you want a drink?”

You nodded slowly as Haysey dragged you along by your arm to the cafeteria. The large dining hall was relatively empty, as most were in class. The staff were behind the counter, preparing the food for fourth period (lunch).

“Hey Haysey!” The dinner lady spoke, her crow eyes prominent at the side of her warm eyes. “This is your new obsession?” Her gaze raked over you.

What did she mean by that?

[doll-webs]

ℳellifluous — A sound that is sweet, smooth, and incredibly pleasing to hear. Your name—to them.

ℐunior ℋigh. | yandere!students x male!reader INTRO

content warning: nothing! pretty light intro for a new series

authors note: i'm focusing on making this a yandere harem for male!reader, so lmk what character personality tropes you'd like to see

word count: 492

Summer had long ended by now, and it was coming up to your favourite season: autumn. The only downside was the beginning of the school season. And that was where you were standing now- Junior High! The gates were like something from a horror movie, a matte-black, ornate wrought iron, with pretty geometric aluminium casting the designs. And the school itself reminded you of Hogwarts.

You bit your bottom lip, adjusting your heavy book bag hung on one shoulder, your other arm carrying all of your dorm necessities. Now you just need to find your dorm and unpack- until you bump into someone, of course, dropping all your things.

"Oh-! Sorry, I should've been more focused," you spoke, avoiding eye contact while picking up your things frantically. You heard a chuckle from the boy above you, yet he still bent down to help you gather your belongings.

"Don't worry about it," he dismisses.

You finally looked up, your pretty eyes casting a glance over the other. And oh boy, was he hot. But- now wasn't the time for romance! You cast a friendly half-smile, already rushing through the gates as you had initially planned.

Dorm 306. Dorm 306. You were repeating the number in your head while trying not to look like a total newbie at the school’s navigation. You'd just secretly glance at the walls at the arrows and room numbers. Finally!

You had gotten there first, the dorm practically empty save for two beds, desks, and wardrobes, with a large window in the middle. Luckily, you got first pick! Ignoring the fact that both halves of the room were symmetrical, you chose the left side.

Chucking your heavy bags down onto the bed with a huff, you followed suit quickly, flopping onto the thin mattress and staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey, pretty boy, it's you again, huh?" a voice called out. “Name’s Haysey.”

You sat up quickly, eyes wandering once more over the same boy you bumped into. He must be your roommate. "[name]..." you muttered, trying not to curse at the fact you'd already had a bad impression of your new roommate!

He copied what you did, placing his belongings on his side of the room, though his bags seemed much lighter. “I’m a second year here, so if you need any help, don’t be afraid to ask,” he said, turning to look at you with a smile.

“Thank you,” [name] replied, moving to copy Haysey and begin to unpack his things. “I didn’t know that… second and first years could share a dorm,” he continued, trying to make conversation with Haysey so he wouldn’t get too bored.

“A lot of students… have been kicked out. In both years. So they just merged them together,” Haysey responded, already finished with unpacking his things.

“Really? Why?” [name] turned, trying to multitask. He just wanted the gossip! But Haysey didn’t answer, only acknowledging the question with a chuckle.

“You’ll see.”

[doll-webs]

ℛules 𝄞 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

i'm willing to write fluff, lightcore smut, romance, slight angst, headcannons, normal/fantasy au's, age gap, omegaverse, x reader content, drabbles, one-shots, platonic relationships, yandere!, intoxication, male/gn reader

i'm not willing to write scat, hardcore gore, physical/psychological torture, age play, vomit, vore, self-harm, pregnancy, female reader, pedo, char x char

ℱndms ⋆˚꩜｡

my hero academia/boku no hero academia

blue exorcist

avatar: 2009, the way of water, fire and ash

jujutsu kaisen

dc + marvel (chars i know)

twilight

harry potter

haikyuu

the freak circus

ℛequests ↝ open !!