mossy

19, platonic yandere enjoyer, mostly post dc stuff, 18+/minors dni, requests are open! xe/xem (preferred) they/them (also good), 💚🤍🩶🖤

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Masterlist

Masterlist of all my yandere stories, read tws for each before reading, all of my posts are platonic!!!

please read my request rules - requests/general asks are open and very much appreciated!

anons: 😵‍💫, secretary bird

BATFAM

Yan!cass x gn!reader ideas

Yan!cass kidnaps gn! reader

Yan!batfam physical affection hcs

Yan!Tim ideas

Yan!Steph ideas

Snowed in with Yan!Dick

Yan!Batfam ideas

Omegaverse yan!batfam x reader

Yan!Cass and Yan!Steph x reader

vampire yan!batfam x reader

vampire yan!batfam x werewolf!reader

Vampire!Dick x recently turned!reader

vampire!cass x recently turned!reader

yan!batfam x villain!reader

yan!tim drake x yan!reader

vampire!batfam x reader with a fear of sharp objects

vampire!jason x scared of vampires reader

Yan!batfam x reader with abandonment issues

batgirls mermay drabble

tim mermay drabble

yan!Batfam x reckless!reader

SUPERFAM

Yan!superfam ideas: part one part two part three part four part five

Yan!Superfam x willing!reader part 2

Yan!Clark x reader with sleep issues

Yan!conner kent x reader

Yan!kara x reader

yan!clark x winged!reader part two

yan!Kon x world hopper!reader

SUPERFAM/BATFAM

Yan!Lois/Yan!Superfam/Yan!Batfam x meta!reader

Yan!TimKon x reader

yan!timkon x former teammate!reader

various yans x reader with neopronouns (short)

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Platonic yan!Timkon x Former Teammate!reader

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It's done! finally it's done! it's not as long as I originally wanted it to be but I'm still really proud of it <3, ik I already have a yan!timkon ideas post, but i did go with a different idea for this one entirely. I do also want to make an ideas post for the aftermath of this fic lol.

973 words | gn!reader | not beta read

TWs: Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, lying, emotional manipulation, kidnapping, light/implied infantilization

author does not condone any of the toxic acts written about, please do not try to recreate them. this is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only

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You hadn’t ever been the biggest fan of working in a team, there’s no shame in it, really. Some people just work better alone, and you were just one of those people. You spent a little under a year as a member of Young Justice before deciding the team wasn’t for you. You ended on good terms with everyone and still worked with the individual members when a situation called for it, you just weren’t built for the team structure. No harm no foul, right?

Well it would be if two of your former teammates could get it through their thick skulls that you weren’t interested in being long-term teammates. Young Justice dissolved years ago, and they weren’t part of the Titans anymore, so why won’t they just leave you alone? 

“Kon, for the last time can you leave me out of this?” You asked, frankly you were beyond sick of this. You were in the middle of fixing up your suit when Kon called you asking if you had wanted in on a case he and Tim were working on. You hadn’t really been paying attention to the details, the most you knew was that it was something to do with Gotham and Lex Luthor. In short it was a situation that had fuck all to do with you, especially since you had your own shit in your city to deal with.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! It’ll be like we’re on a team again,” Kon replied, his voice a bit fuzzy due to the poor microphone on the communicator he was using.

“You know team stuff isn’t my thing,” You replied, “If you really wanna hang out that badly it can wait until we’re not working.”

“But it’s not the same,” he said. You could tell he was getting irritated, “a mission’s always more fun when you’re on it too.”

“This work isn’t supposed to be fun,” You replied, “Call me back later, after you finish up with whatever you’re doing, I have work I need to get done. Bye." 

“Bu–” You hung up the call before Kon had a chance to say his piece. You sat back in your chair and groaned, running your hand over your face. You looked back down at your suit, it wasn’t fully fixed up but it was enough that you could hit the streets tonight without looking too rough.

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Of course just asking to be left alone rarely works. You really shouldn’t have expected anything different, but you couldn’t help but jump when Tim snuck up on you after you stopped a smuggling ring.

“You’ve gotten careless,” Tim stated flatly as he sat down on the ledge of the roof you were standing on.

“Fuck off, I thought I said I wasn’t interested in whatever you and Kon have gotten into,” You said, crossing your arms. 

“I’m concerned you aren’t taking care of yourself,” Tim replied, “You’re acting like Batman when he avoids us.”

“I’m not avoiding you.” You were so sick of this, “I literally told Superboy I was down to hang out when we’re not in costume. Also! You never take care of yourself, so I don’t want to hear shit about that from you.” 

“See? You’re pushing us away,” Tim said. 

“I’m literally not.” 

“You are,” Tim said, “you keep saying you don’t work well on a team, but you were doing so well.”

“No. I wan’t,” You shook your head, this was getting old, “It looked like I did but it was more stressful than anything! I didn’t have as much freedom to act on a mission without risking someone else. It was nice hanging out when we weren’t being heroes, but I prefer to be alone when I’m working.”

“You’re not listening,” Tim replied, shaking his head, “If you can’t admit your issue then you need some actual help, I’m sorry it came to this.”

“What are you talking about?” You replied, taking a step towards him, “All this because I didn't want to work on a case with you!?”

“You keep pushing your friends away, we were a team.”

“You can’t be serious Red–” You felt tight arms wrap around you, and you froze. You couldn’t move an inch. 

“I got you,” Kon’s voice said in your ear. The fucker was using his tactile telekinesis on you!

“What the hell is this?” You asked, making your annoyance crystal clear.

“Sorry, it was Tim’s idea,” Kon said. You didn’t believe he was sorry, if he was he had every opportunity to not do this. 

“I didn’t want it to come to this,” Tim said, shaking his head, “but until you remember how to be a good teammate you can’t be a hero.”

“What!? That’s hardly fair,” You yelled, “I’m– ugh, you can’t just force someone to be on a team!”

“Well, then I guess you can’t be a hero anymore,” Tim said.

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To be completely honest, Tim and Kon had been trying to get you to stop being a hero for awhile now, it’s just that whatever they tried wouldn’t work. Which is how they ended up deciding to use Kon’s tactile telekinesis to kidnap you, using the team thing as an excuse to do so. 

Tim and Kon fully understood your position and would have respected your wishes if it had been anyone else, but well, you weren’t anybody else. More than anything the two just wanted to protect you, you weren’t as smart as Tim, and you weren’t nearly as strong nor resilient as Kon. To them it only felt natural to want to protect you from any amount of harm, and to keep you as far away from the field as they could.

There was a reason they rented an apartment designed for three people together, it was only a matter of time before you understood.

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hey so glad ur back!! Anyway if ur taking requests then can their a batfam with a very reckless teen reader?

They like to the most reckless stunts like trying to jump over a car or exploding a riot grenade in their hands. Batfam doesn’t like how many time reader gets injured so they kidnapped them and try to teach on how to have fun and be safe!

but it ends with reader ignoring them doing even more dangerous stunts but this time, in the manor!

anyway ignore if you want too!

Hihi thank you so much for your request!

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Lowk, this is not my best work but we ball, I just needed to get something out lol. But! thankfully my Timkon x reader fic is nearly done so fingers crossed it won't take super long to finish. Also also, the yandere stuff on this one is more light/implied, as I couldn't figure out how to make it sound more natural, but its there especially at the start

1100 words | gn!reader | not beta-read

Characters included: Bruce, Tim, Dick (briefly), Damian, Jason (mentioned)

tws: Yandere behavior, kidnapping, light mentions of injury (nothing graphic),

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Honestly, you really should have seen this coming. You knew your friend, Jason, had a rough relationship with his father, so you really should have questioned him when after you had been discharged from the hospital for yet another broken arm he suggested taking you to the manor to recover. He made the argument that your apartment wasn’t the greatest place to recover, and that you needed someone to look after you. 

But maybe you were just too hyped up on pain killers to be able to properly process that suggestion. Still, either way it was a dick move to not let you leave the manor even after you recovered. The fuckers even baby proofed everything. Good thing you’re not a baby, and you fully planned to make that everyone’s problem. 

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“How did you get on the roof?” Tim said, visibly annoyed at your antics, but hey! It’s not your fault you’re stuck here! Honesty, annoying the Waynes like this was the least you could do for payback. Tim was looking up to you from a balcony on a lower level of the manor. The door to it had been locked from the inside.

“None of your business,” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Yes it is,” Tim replied, “You’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“Oh the horrors,” you replied, putting your hand to your head in mock fear. 

“[Name],” Tim said, a warning. A warning you most certainly had to intent on heeding. 

“Tim,” You replied in the same tone of voice he used. Tim sighed. You paid it no mind as you hurriedly started climbing further up the roof.

In a second Tim launched after you, climbing onto the roof with far more skill and speed than you could, regardless you picked up at much speed as you could, which inevitably led to your downfall, as you lost your grip and started tumbling down.

“[Name]!” Tim yelled, reaching out the catch you. He succeeded in catching you, but… well, that was about all he managed to do before he lost his balance and the two of you tumbled onto the balcony below. 

It’s a miracle you didn’t re-break your arm after that fall.

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After the roof incident the Waynes put better locks on the doors (and windows, which is annoying considering that had been your main method of getting out), leaving you with fuckall to do except for reading and watching TV, and whatever other safe activities the Waynes provided. The thing is, safe and fun were mutually exclusive terms in your ever so humble opinion, so you got to improvising. 

You had managed to undo some of the locks on the cabinets in Damian’s art room and found some cardboard in the trash from the kitchen, and made a makeshift sled using the cardboard, tape, and some hot glue (you got some burns in the process, but what's a few blisters? You have good pain tolerance anyways). And with that you found the largest staircase in the manor and started slid down it in your makeshift sled.

“[Name],” A tired voice said. You had crashed spectacularly into a door at the bottom of the stairs, the door was made out of sturdy enough wood that you didn’t do any major damage to it, however your arm was a different story entirely. 

“Hi Bruce!” You said with a grin, wincing a bit as you tried to wave your hand at him, yeah that was definitely broken. 

Bruce rushed over to you as he noticed your wince, “You need to be more careful, what if nobody was here to check on you?” He said, his voice was stern. 

You shrugged, “Yeah, well, you were here so I don’t see the problem!” 

Bruce shook his head, and picked you up, rushing you to the makeshift med-bay in the manor. 

“I don’t see what the big deal is, I mean, you guys get injuries all the time,” You said, annoyed at being treated like you were the fragile and clumsy one, when you had seen everyone in the manor be so much more injured than you ever had been. The lot of them seemed like hypocrites to you.

“Thats–” Bruce sighed, “That’s different.” “Is it?” You replied.

You never got an answer to that one.

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About a month after breaking your arm again you had finally been left alone without supervision. It was only supposed to be for about fifteen minutes, but you had spent long enough here to understand that fifteen minutes was more than enough for you to get up to some bullshit. 

Jason didn’t even lock the door! This was going to be easy! 

You booked it out into the hallway running as fast as you could. You didn’t exactly have a destination in mind but that hasn’t stopped you in the past! You ran into Dick first. 

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be resting?” He asked, before you turned and ran in the other direction. You didn’t even bother to answer. 

Dick took chase after you, and you found a staircase and decided to slide down the banister. You’d seen that in movies and shows more times than you could count, and had always wanted to do so yourself.

The landing was less than graceful, but hey! You didn’t break your arm again. You turned down the hallway that you thought led out to the back garden, but you couldn’t be sure. The manor was large and winding, so who knew really. 

Damian jumped out in front of you, blocking you from going the way you wanted to, he grabbed your good arm, his grip was surprisingly strong. “Father asked me to escort you back to your room,” He said. 

“But that's boring,” You replied, trying to wrench your arm away, but to no avail, as Damian tightened his grip.

“You are clearly incapable of taking care of yourself,” Damian said, leading you back up the stairs, “Honestly, I don’t know how you haven’t died yet.” “Rude,” You said flatly. 

“We are doing this for your own good, honestly, if Todd hadn’t caught you breaking into that building you would’ve been dead by now,” Damian said, clearly hellbent on lecturing you for who knows how long.

You paused, “Wait,” You said, “I never told you guys about that, and Jason wasn’t–” Oh. That explained so much. “Jason is the Red Hood?” You said, dumbfounded. 

Damian looked at you, clearly realizing what he just let slip. 

“Is that why you guys always come home so injured!? And you call me reckless!?”

What a bunch of hypocrites.

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i know it’s been forever since i last posted, i had somewhat of an emergency (im fine, everyone involved is fine) so its been going, i havent had much motivation to write as a result, but hopefully that will be turning around soon!!

if you guys have any ideas or requests for ideas of drabbles please dont hesitate to send an ask it truly means a lot <3

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hoping to finish yan!timkon x former!teammate reader this week, and then next week i’ll hopefully have yan!lois x isekaied!reader done

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Platonic Yandere!Conner Kent x World hopper!reader

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Saw a would you rather pop up on my Instagram feed today, it was something like "Would you rather be able to summon a fictional character but they know they’re fictional or be able to go to any fictional world for an hour every week but everyone thinks you belong there" and I'm so upset I didn't like the video since I can't find it again :(. But the idea stuck with me so much i had to write something for it so i busted this out in one sitting like a mad man lol.

For some quick context, i messed with it a bit so that reader can stay for a two days every week. Also the reader is from a world where DC comics and related media does not exist as it didn't fit the vibe i was going for lol

Tags: gn!reader | not beta read | 1574 words | like i said i did this in one sitting so please ignore any typos/spelling errors etc. <3 i have dysgraphia Characters: Reader, Kon

TWs: Yandere behavior, possessive behavior, there's one section from Kon's POV where he's a very unreliable narrator, implied kidnapping(? technically its not but theres no better term)

You couldn’t quite remember how you discovered this power, nor where it came from, but that didn’t exactly matter as much as the fact you had it. You had the ability to hop between dimensions as you desired, however you couldn’t stay for more than a day or two before returning to your home world until your powers reset at midnight on the following monday.

But that wasn’t all, as an extension of your powers anyone you ran into in that other world would fully believe you came from there, that you belonged there. It hadn’t caused any problems yet, but if it ever did you could always just tell whoever it was the truth, right?

You had spent the first few weeks after discovering your power hopping from world to world looking for something interesting, but you had quickly learned that most realities only had slight differences from your world. If you were lucky maybe the name of a brand was a letter off, or the characters in a TV show had a different name than it would in your world, but more often than not you wouldn’t be able to find any differences in the short amount of time you had there.

While disappointing it wasn’t all that surprising, you had heard at some point that theory that a parallel timeline could be entirely identical to your own with the exception of a single grain of sand being slightly out of place, but regardless you continued to search.

You had begun to give up hope on finding a world that was actually interesting when you had finally found one far more fantastical than your own. It was filled with superheroes and aliens and monsters that you could only imagine back home, so you couldn’t resist returning there despite the dangers and villains that would cause havoc at almost every turn. 

You would definitely stay longer than two days a week if you had the chance.

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“You never have time to hang out,” Kon whined as he leaned against you, “You’re always working or hero watching, it’s not fair!”

“And you’re always flaking on me even when we hang out,” You replied, indignant at the boy’s hypocrisy, at least you had a good reason to not stick around long enough to see him more often, Kon couldn’t even be bothered to think of an excuse other than ‘Something came up!’ or ‘family emergency’ before running off to god knows where.

“Hey!” Kon replied, “That’s hardly fair, I have to–” he cut himself off, “Y’know I have work.”

“At 3am on a Saturday?”

“That was one time–”

“And all those family emergencies?”

“I have a large family?” It sounded like Kon made that one up on the spot.

“You hardly mention your family outside of that!” You retorted. 

Kon was like, your only friend in this world, and you didn’t like arguing with him like this, but it wasn’t like you could continue to ignore his flakiness, other world or not that’s a dick move, at least you’re somewhat honest about when you can and can’t meet!

“Ugh! And what about you? You disappear off the face of the planet every week and I can’t call or text or find you anywhere! What could you possibly be doing that you just vanish all the time!” Kon replied, leaning back and crossing his arms. You could tell he was getting sick of this. 

“I have my reasons,” You replied after a moment, crossing your arms in a mirror to his stance. 

“Alright dude fuck off with that,” Kon said, annoyance seeping into his tone.

You hesitated for a moment, “I’ll tell if you tell," you said finally. 

“Deal,” Kon said, holding out his hand. You took it in yours and shook on it.

“You first punk boy,” You said, pulling your hand away.

Kon floated up a few inches off the ground, “I’m–”

“You’re a hero!?” You shouted excitedly, leaning towards him, “That’s so cool!”

Kon laughed, “I’m the best one too if you ask me,” He said flying back a bit with his hands behind his head, “Superboy, if you’re curious.”

“This entire time!?” You were practically jumping for joy, this was so cool. Nothing like this would ever happen in your world.

“Yup, now you have to tell me your secret.” Kon stuck his tongue out and winked at you, you were so starstruck you had forgotten about the deal for a moment.

You shook your head, trying to snap out of it, “Right, well, I’m not from this world,” you said, scratching the back of your head a bit, this was nowhere near as cool as Kon’s reason, “I’m only able to stay here for a limited time each week before having to return home.” “...What?” Kon stared at you for a moment, “Nope, tell me the truth this time,” He said. You had never seen Kon this… hurt? No that’s not right, confused maybe? You couldn’t quite tell the emotion but it was, unsettling at the very least.

“I am,” You replied, crossing your arms, you didn’t know why Kon got so intense over this, “My world doesn’t have heroes or villains like this world, so I’ve been coming here to watch heroes fight, it’s so cool!”

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You weren’t lying. 

That was the worst part in Kon’s opinion. The information felt so wrong. You belonged here, in this world. Kon had tuned out your excited rambling about heroes as he just sat and thought about your words. 

You clearly preferred this world more than yours, right? The way you spoke about heroes like they were the coolest people in the universe, or how you still made time to hang out with him even with your limited time here. Clearly your friends back home aren’t good enough if you had made the time to stop seeking out heroes to hang out with him.

Yeah.

Your homeworld didn’t deserve you, clearly. You belonged here, with him. Kon would make sure that you did. Whatever it took to make you stay.

“...Kon?” You said, “You good?”

“I’m good, sorry, I got distracted,” He said, forcing a laugh, “It’s just a shame we can’t hang out more, I guess.”

“Oh! It’s no problem, next week when I’m here we can hang out more! I need to hear more about your hero stuff! You were a part of the titans at one point, right? Oh or was that Young Justice?” 

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Something was off about Kon, ever since you told him about your universe hopping abilities he’s been, not distant, no no, certainly not. You could tell he was a bit distracted, missing parts of what you had said right after you had said it. He wasn’t as loud or had the temper you were used to.

Something about it gave you the creeps. 

So over the next few weeks you had slowly begun to put more time into following and researching heroes, you went from Metropolis, to Gotham, to Central City, to Star City, you saw the hall of Justice in D.C. and so on.

It had been about ten or so weeks since your conversation when Kon mentioned to you that he had a gift for you, so the two of you met up to properly hang out for the first time in a while. 

“So, how have you been?” Kon asked, there was something in his voice, but you couldn’t quite tell what.

You were probably imagining it, it’s been awhile since the two of you last hung out, after all. 

“I’ve been fine, Y’know, I’ve been pretty busy, it’s that time of year, you know?” You laughed, “You said you got me a gift, right?”

“Oh! Yeah! One second,” Kon said, lighting up in a way you hadn’t seen since before you told him. He rummaged around in his pocket for a minute before grabbing your hand, “Close your eyes,” He said. 

“This better not be a prank,” You said, closing your eyes. 

You felt Kon put something over your wrist before tightening it and pulling his hands away.

The object was heavy around your wrist, and made you feel odd, like a part of you had been stifled or covered up in some way. You opened your eyes and stared at a large black cuff around your wrist. 

“What’s this?” You asked, looking at him as you tapped at the metal with your other hand.

Kon pulled your hand away, “It’s an inhibitor,” He said, “It should cut off your powers while wearing it, so you don’t have to go home!”

“Oh, uh, thanks I guess?” You replied puzzled, you looked down at your wrist, there wasn’t an obvious latch or anything on it, “Uh, how do I get it off? I don’t want to just leave my family and friends back home.”

“Why would you want that?” Kon asked, tilting his head, “You belong here, not that other world.” He said the word ‘other’ with so much venom it almost scared you.

“No but seriously,” you pulled your hand away from his to better examine the cuff to open it, but Kon grabbed your hand again, tighter this time.

“No.”

“Kon–!?” you yelped as he yanked you closer. 

“You don’t have to leave anymore,” he said, “You get to be here, where you belong, isn’t that so great?”

Maybe you should’ve given up on world hopping all those months ago. 

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don’t know what to write (each of these will be around ~500 words or less)

what to write

platonic Yan!Timkon x former teammate!reader

platonic yan!kon x kryptonian!reader

platonic yan!cass x robin!reader (*potentially* also includes winged!reader)

platonic yan!lois x isekai-ed!reader

platonic yan!clark x winged!reader drabble

idk dude / answers

Voting ended onJun 5

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happy pride everyone! sorry for the delay on posts ive been busy, hopefully by next weekend ill have something out <3

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recently got my hands on the compact of green arrow year one! I won’t be able to read it for a few days but if i like it enough i might slowly start adding the arrowfam to my list of yanderes i write for!

unrelated but i really dont get the hate for compacts? I likely wouldn’t have gotten into reading comics (specifically collecting floppies) without them.

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Platonic yandere!Clark x Winged!reader oneshot

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This was originally meant to be a 300-400 word drabble but it ended up being, uh, no that lmao. I've been feeling really down recently and so I've been doing a lot of work on this one. The yandere stuff only comes in near the bottom

Gender neutral!reader, 1137 words, not beta read

TWs: Yandere behavior, drugging, implied kidnapping, emotional manipulation, mention of bird instincts.

The author does not condone any of the toxic acts shown, this is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only.

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“Hey…” you said, your voice was quiet, with a bit of a voice crack. You couldn’t believe you were asking Superman of all people for something so embarrassing. While out getting pictures of Superman yesterday you had gotten flung into a dumpster by a giant robot that Lex had made, and given that you lived alone and didn’t exactly have a flock to call your own, you couldn’t quite get your wings entirely cleaned on your own. 

“What’s up?” Superman said, turning to look at you. His eyes were so soft and caring it almost made you forget how frankly terrifying it was to ask what you were about to.

“It’s uh–” One of your wings twitched slightly, a nervous habit, “It’s embarrassing,” you blurted out, which yeah certainly helped with making this even more embarrassing than it already was.

Superman chuckled, “Well it can’t be more embarrassing than some of the pictures you’ve taken of me.”

“Well, maybe, but…” You hesitated for a moment, but it was already way too late to say never mind and walk away without Superman getting even more concerned. You really should’ve brought this up with Clark, but too late for that, “Could you… uh, help me preen my wings?”

Superman stared at you for a minute, shit shit shit, you really should’ve asked Clark.

“Sorry, you’re really the only other meta I know around here, and I was having trouble after being flung into that tree, and I’m sure you have more important things to do and–”

Superman put a hand on your shoulder, “I’d be honored to,” He said, smiling. 

Oh thank god. 

“Thank you so much,” You said after a moment, you hadn’t realized how tense you had been feeling. You rummaged around in your camera bag for a moment, and pulled out a slip of paper, “This is my apartment, I have a balcony, if that’s, um, easier for you, I gotta go do work now, so uh, see you then?” 

Superman smiled at you, “Sounds great,” He replied.

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That night you had left your balcony door unlocked and were sitting inside your nest, waiting for Superman to show up. You were stressed, worrying about whether or not he’d actually show, or if you had somehow made a fool of yourself in front of the literal actual man of steel. What you had not been expecting was to hear your door bell go off, you hadn’t been expecting anyone else tonight, and really hoped Superman didn’t actually go to your front door, you really didn’t need your neighbors to ask questions. 

You got up and walked over to your door and looked through the peephole. Clark? Last you checked you hadn’t given your address to him, so that was a bit concerning. You pulled open the door regardless, Clark was your co-worker, and as overbearing as he could be you still didn’t have a good reason to distrust him.

“Clark? What are you doing here?” You asked, crossing your arms and leaning against the door frame. 

“You uh, said you needed help with your wings?” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You just stared at him for a minute, “What?”

Clark’s looked around for a moment, before leaning in closer to you, “Well, you didn’t ask me, but– when I was out you went to Superman and–” “He told you?” 

“Well, no, but can we discuss this inside?” Clark asked. 

“Uh, sure?” You replied, stepping aside. You were concerned to say the very least, but fuck it, why not, you knew Clark and Superman had some kind of relationship considering the amount of interviews Clark had gotten with him.

“I’m Superman,” Clark said, the minute you closed the door behind him. 

“You– WHAT!?” You hadn’t meant to yell, but it was warranted considering what Clark had just said. “You’re shitting me,” you said, crossing your arms. You were in utter disbelief. 

Clark floated up a bit, “I’m not, see!” 

You just stared at him, “Hold on, wait– I could’ve just gone to you– er– uh, Clark Kent from the start?” You said, “Oh my god.” “Can we talk about this later?” Clark asked, “You still need help with your wings, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” You replied. 

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You had led Clark (Superman? Kal-El? You weren’t entirely sure what to call him at this point) to your nest and explained the basics of how to preen your wings to him, and let him go at it. Aside from a few flinches on your end here and there the process was surprisingly smooth, Clark seemed to know what he was doing, it’s entirely possible that he had done this before, you knew of a few winged Justice League members so it wasn’t out of the question. 

As the process went on you found yourself getting drowsier and drowsier. This was a typical response, albeit one you don’t experience all too often on account of not exactly having a flock to rely on for this. Clark was talking about something or other and you weren’t exactly paying attention. You caught a few words here and there, “Mine”, “Cute” and “kiddo” being the most common, and you were sure you kept hearing him talk about how pretty your wings were. 

“You really don’t have a flock?” He said at one point. Your wings had long since been preened to perfection, but Clark couldn’t help but run his hands over the feathers. 

“Not really,” You muttered, trying not to fall asleep. 

“I could be your flock,” he said, he pulled his arms under your wings and wrapped them around you, pulling you back towards him, “I’m all you would need.” “Wha…?” you said, hardly processing his words. 

“There’s surprisingly few metas in this city,” He said, “We need to stick together, your friends could never really compare to a real flock.”

“I dunno,” You replied, this was getting uncomfortable. You tried to pull away, but his arms were like rocks around you. 

“You need a family, don’t you? I could be that, please?”

“Clark, you’re scaring me, I’m fine, really.” You had begun to wake up a bit more, and the way Clark was speaking was more than a little concerning. 

“I’m sorry, but no. you’re not,” He said, squeezing a bit tighter, “I know what’s best for you, you can’t keep risking yourself like you have been, you’re lucky your wings only got dirty, if you hadn’t been so lucky you could’ve seriously hurt yourself.”

“Clark,” you said, trying to squirm out of his grip to no avail, “I’m fine, it won’t happen again, just please–”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want it to come to this, but I can’t risk you hurting yourself again,” Clark said. You felt a prick on the side of your neck and it all went black. -------------------------------------------

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aaaaa thank you guys for 100 followers! i know tumblr fame means nothing but it means a lot that people like my work :D

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mmmmmmm been feeling really dysphoric recently, so im imagining how various yanderes would react to neo-pronouns.

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this one is super short

characters mentioned: Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Clark Kent, Conner/Kon-El Kent

tws: light yandere, mentions of stalking, reader is gender neutral however neonpronouns are mentioned.

I think Bruce probably wouldn’t really know what they were but while doing some research he or Tim end up finding yours. Tim would probably already know how they work and how to use them, while Bruce would spend hours every day practicing them.

Clark beloved would overhear you complaining to your friends that nobody knows how to use yours, and would probably like, write an article for the daily planet about how to use them using yours (if theyre a more commonly used set like ze/zir it/it’s etc.) as an example.

For the kids i think they wouldn’t really make a big deal out of it and just refer to you with them whenever it comes up. unless someone purposefully misgenders you, like “Actually, [name] goes by [neo pronoun set]” and will NOT shut up about it until whoever is doing it gets it through their head.

I think Tim specifically would hack into whatever databases to make sure your pronouns were clear as day especially if whatever institution or company it was for doesn’t have neos as an option.

Kon mostly would just use any chance he had to use them because he knows it would make you happy lol.

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im being put back into the torment nexus tomorrow. 😔😔😔

The summer semester at my school starts tomorrow! I’m not taking as much of a load with my classes as the spring semester, however i won’t be posting as much as school/irl stuff comes before silly yandere stuff!

my current plan is to finish up a clark and winged!reader drabble, but idk when that will be out especially since im going to a con thursday and i miiiight need the weekend to recover lmao <3 it’ll be good tho.

I also want to do a magical girl!reader fic, but as much as i love using it as a gender neutral term it’ll probably be under a different title for clarity sake since i dont like writing gendered!reader

beyond that I’ve been getting into Young Justice more and hope to write some more Kon stuff, maybe with Tim and bart in there for good measure.

this could all come out in any order not just the order i mentioned it lmao.

unrelated to writing expect my blog theme (and potentially pfp) to change a so they match more, the pink is because i originally had an amy rose pfp and it’s been bothering me that the colors clash a bit :(

also new tag alert, ima start using #mossymossy for ramble posts like this, will potentially also add one for fics and ideas at a later date

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JEJSJSJAKSJSJJXXJX

Ignore me please I just remember you mentioning request rules and I just read it. ISJSKSJAJSJJDJDJSJDJDJ IM SO SORRYYYYY

-Secretary bird anon who regrets life 🥲

ok ive tried to reply to this like five times with the aromantic flag but this app will not let me pensive emoji

but yeah the reason i dont write romantic yanderes is just because i do not know what romantic love feels like. also i just really dislike writing about violence for reasons

anyways, ur good to request again just please keep my request rules in mind for the future <3

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Mermay Tim Drabble

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Another mermay drabble yay yippee! Tim beloved <3, its actually good that Tim lost that poll since I used one of my scrapped ideas for the batgirls drabble for this one lmao

356 words, gn!reader

Characters: Tim, reader

TWs: kidnapping, yandere behavior, reader is lost at sea.

“Actually leave me alone now,” You said to the mer, who’s name was Tim, apparently, “Unless you want me to reveal your existence to the entire world.”

“Nope,” Tim replied, not even bothering to look you in the eye, “They won’t believe you anyways.” He had propped himself against the side of the boat, resting on the railing.

You glanced up at the camera looking down on the deck of the boat and then back down at Tim, he didn’t know about cameras and you had no intention of telling him. “Sure they will,” You replied with a shrug, “I mean, really? New stuff is discovered in the ocean all the time, now please leave.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been following you and your crew?” Tim asked, blatantly ignoring your request, “Months,” he answered without giving you a chance to.

“And you expect me to believe that? We have recordings of the entire ship, including under it, and you didn’t show up once!”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m not an idiot, I’ve been waiting until you went off alone to show myself.” “Why the hell would you do that?” 

“Because, I like you, and the rest of your crew are idiots.”

You just stared at Tim, dumbfounded. The hell was wrong with this guy? Though. He was a mer, you can’t really expect human morality here, maybe this was just how mer were, you had believed them to be fairy tales before this. 

“So like, is there a reason you're here, or…?”

“I’m gonna kidnap you,” Tim  said, finally looking at you.

“What.”

“Yeah.”

“You can’t even walk over here to grab me, and you seriously think I’m not gonna just turn this boat around and head back to the shore?”

“I ripped the rudder off,” Tim replied, “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“What the fuck!?” You just stared at him, what was wrong with this guy!? 

“You and this boat are mine now,” Tim said, shrugging, “Deal with it.”

“You can’t just do that!” 

“Can and I did,” Tim said, “You’re not going anywhere, and you only have me to rely on.”

“You’re actually the worst.”

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I really should label these lmao (context: I write all my yandere stuff (that isnt an ideas post) in a single google doc and just add tabs to it whenever i write something new)

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Mermay batgirls drabble

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I wanna start posting smaller posts that aren't ideas posts or longer writings just because idk its fun, so for mermay I will be experimenting with that :D also sorry if this isnt at the quality of my other posts I deadass scrapped and rewrote this like 5 times.

gn!reader, 428 words, not beta read

Characters: Reader, Cass, Barbara, Steph

TWs: Kidnapping, yandere behavior

“Can you let me go now?” you grumbled, of course you’d get caught up in some strange, likely supernatural, shit. I mean. Merfolk? Seriously? You were so sure those were only fairy tales, but here you are. 

You were currently resting on the stomach of the largest one, she had black hair and black and yellow scales running down the length of her tail. You could feel the muscle definition in her arms from how tight she was holding onto you. 

“No,” she replied. You didn’t even want to know how they knew English, but frankly that was the least of your concerns. 

“It’s okay! It’s not like we’re gonna eat you!” The blond one with a purple tail responded, “It’s fine, you’re fine.” “That’s not the most comforting thing to hear,” The redhead with a green tail responded. You really needed to learn their names.

“Yeah no shit,” You replied, “where the hell are you even taking me?”

“Home,” The large one responded. Yeah you really can’t be calling her that, but also–

“The fuck does that mean?” You hadn’t meant to say that thought out loud, last thing you needed to do was piss off the mer person who held you captive in the middle of the fucking ocean.

“It means we’re taking you with us! You’re ours now!” The purple one said, with far more enthusiasm than should be allowed given the situation.

“What.”

“What Steph is saying is that you clearly can’t take care of yourself, so we will instead,” The redhead answered. Okay. so the purple one is Steph… that is a surprisingly human sounding name. That’s probably fine. 

“I was taking care of myself perfectly fine! You did not need to fucking kidnap me,” you shot back. 

“Yes we did!” Steph replied. 

“No you didn’t!”

“You’ll thank us later,” the redhead replied, “You’ll like it, we’ve got a comfortable little island where you can stay, it has a cave and everything so you won’t need to worry about anything.”

“Great, because a cave has all the modern amenities of my home. I don’t even know your names and you seriously expect me to be okay with all of this!?” You really just wanted to go home and never even think about the ocean again after all this bullshit. 

“Oh. yeah that would be important,” Steph said, “I’m Steph, the green one’s Barbara, and–”

“Cass,” the one holding onto you said. 

“Cool, great, can you let me go now? I want to go home.”

“Nope!” The three said in unison. God damn it.

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