Salutations! I just read your post about platonic Nepo Baby! Rumi x Child! Reader and I adore it! Is it possible for you to write yandere Saja Boys (individually or poly if you don't mind!) x Reader romantically? The idea is that reader had a child/children (you can decide the amount) and everything was fine, but because the baby was born, the guy(s) became more doting and present, upsetting their manager/ fans. With the hormones being weird, the reader thinks this is all their fault and leaves a note saying "sorry" or something. Sorry, this is long, and please don't pressure yourself with this! Keep up the amazing work and take care!!
OMG I loved this! I decided to go with Poly!Saja boys because I felt like it fit the vibe better! Thank you so much for this, I really enjoyed writing it <3
Yandere!Poly!Saja Boys when their Partner (Fem!Reader) leaves after giving birth.
[TW: Romantic Yandere Saja boys, the Reader is in a relationship with the boys, if the boys are in a relationship with each other is left ambigious. Fem!Reader was pregnant and gave birth. This happens post-movie, Jinu isn't dead, they're all somewhat redeemed. Imprisonment. MDNI]
Like all bands - especially in K-Pop - the Saja boys have a few fans who can be...a little intense. Very, very intense. Incredibly intense actually. These fans were less than happy when rumours spread that the Saja boys were in a committed relationship. Much less when news spread that they were in a committed relationship with one person. You. Which meant that all their daydreams and hopes of being able to have a meet-cute with one of the members and then have the perfect romance with them were doomed to fail.
Now, the boys were able to keep those fans mostly away from you. They kept you entertained and spoiled you with so much attention and gifts that you barely used any internet reaching advice that could show you the comments and posts about you and their dislike for your entire existence. Had they still been serving under Gwi-Ma, they wouldn't have hesitated to hunt and...rid the world of these fans. But they were changed demons now, pinky promise. That the worst of those posts disappear along with their poster is something that definitely has nothing to do with Mystery's impromptu day's off occasionally.
Then you find yourself pregnant and the boys are over the moon. Their beloved darling is carrying their child! How wonderful! They don't care about who the biological father is, to them, the child growing inside of you is all of theirs. And yours. Which is the important part.
During the pregnancy you're constantly coddled and spoilt. There's always at least one of them with you. Which, keen reader, obviously means that there's not really time for all five of them to, y'know, be on stage, performing. They still manage to record and release new music since they could easily bring you with them to the recording study, but they didn't want to risk bringing you with them to concerts since you needed your sleep and quiet and...maybe they also just didn't want to have so many people around you.
It's a month after you had your little one that they have their first live concert since your pregnancy since you insisted that you would be fine and dandy on your own for one evening. What the boys didn't know was that during your pregnancy you kept overhearing their manager scold and shout at them for their lack of public appearances, telling them that the fans were growing tired of it. Slowly, that started rumbling around in your head. What if you would be the reasons that they'd loose their platform? You knew how much they loved making music, even now. They loved you more. You knew they didn't care all that much about the fans, but you were sure that their management would one day be sick of their behavior and possibly drop them! You couldn't be the reason for that.
And so, thanks to a mixture of long built worry and a dangerous cocktail of post-pregnancy hormones, you use the opportunity of their concert to pack a suitcase full of your stuff and a baby back full of your little one's stuff. You of course can't leave without saying anything so you write a letter. In it, you just let all your worries and emotions out, telling them that you couldn't be the reason for their possible musical downfall, that you loved them too much to hold them back.
When the boys return to their penthouse, longing for nothing more than to have you in their arms and sing their little one to sleep, they're obviously less than pleased to find you and their baby gone. Of course, it's not even a question, they'll have you back in their arms and in their (now locked) penthouse quicker than you could even fathom. In their heads, this just meant that they'd have to spent even more time with you. After all, obviously you must have been doubting their dedication to you. Don't worry though, once they're sure that you know for sure that they'd never chose anything at all over you, be it their career or their own lives, they may allow you and their little one to leave their penthouse again...Maybe....
Maybe the monsters are the people we met on the way (Knight!Ghost x Fem!Creature!Reader)
Based on a comment on my recent post by @rot-roe-hye It's kind of rushed and not very thought-through, but it just kind of happened lol. TW: Fem!Reader, mention of domestic abuse (for Ghost), being ostracized based on appearance, no use of Y/N
Knight!Ghost is used to being sent on mission that are seen as...unsightly. The dirty ones. The ones that require you to see and do things no mortal man should be expected to do or see, but Ghost isn't a mere mortal. At least not in the eyes of the king he serves under. No, said King sees him as a weapon, a tool, a puppet to further his power and reach.
Knight!Ghost who's sent to a remote village, at the edge of the kingdoms territory - barely even worth noting on the maps. His mission is based on barely anything more than rumors, gossip, stories birthed from the superstition of bored townsfolk. But the rumors had been enough to rile up the closest notable city - a beacon for trade between his kingdom and the one bordering it. The stories were enough to reach the Lord warden of the marches and he'd sent word to the king to ask for help.
And so, Knight!Ghost is sent to investigate and, if there's any truth to the rumors, take care of the issue. Questioning the villagers and townfolk was easy enough, though they seemed more frightened of him than the story they loved telling each other behind opened and simple fans. And so, he finds himself approaching a small farm, half a day's ride out from the town. The property is simple. A hut, a shed, a field of wheat and one that looked to be used to grow medicinal herbs and flowers.
As he approaches, letting his dark furred steed slow down to a trot, Knight!Ghost sees a figure kneeling in the medicinal field, gloved hands deep in the soil. Getting closer, he deduces that the figure - probably the owner of this property - was a women, though she was wearing slacks and a simple blouse, covered by a large apron with big pockets, one of which revealed a pair of metal sheers. What stood out most though, was the veil. Opaque black fabric covering her entire head, going both over the front and the back from a silver headband.
The woman looks up at Knight!Ghost (at least he thinks she does when the veil turns to him) and stills in her movement. She gets up gracefully, her voice is surprisingly soft as she invites him in. She didn't seem surprised at the knight in front of her, blackened metal covering the intimidating man, and yet she didn't flinch, didn't seem afraid. Hospitable as no one could expect from someone who'd just been faced with a man like Ghost, she made him tea, gave him a plate of pastries and even offered him a herbal creme she made, one she claimed would help the pain and aches in his sword hand. Pains he'd never told anyone before.
Knight!Ghost was silent, though not the kind of judgmental, harsh silent he usually carried like a shield and sword whenever his actual weapons were inappropriate to use. No, it was a thoughtful silence. This woman, you, was so...gentle, so soft-spoken and kind. He had seen a lot of people wearing masks of kindness, the court he was so often forced to be in was filled to the brim of them, but he could see that you weren't wearing a mask, at least not a metaphorical one. Only the one still covering your head.
You allow Knight!Ghost to stay the night, you serve him like he was a guest of honor, make him a hearty stew and show him to the guest room your hut had, much too small for a man his size, but still luxury compared to the tents and caves he often had to house in during missions. He elected that the next day, he'd question you about the rumors, about the horrific creature described in them. Logically he knew there must be some connection between the mysterious farmer who hides her face behind a veil even in the heat of summer and said creature, but his heart didn't allow him to follow that train of thought, you were much too gentle for that.
Knight!Ghost has always been a light sleeper. He had always needed to, first so that he'd be ready to protect his family from their father who came home drunk off his mind in the middle of the night, then to avoid the other recruits from playing pranks on him or taking off his mask during his training, and finally during missions, when he always had to be ready to get up and fight or disappear. As such, the soft sound of steps going by his door is enough to rouse him, his hand immediately grasping the hilt of the sword lying besides him on the floor. But the steps don't stop or slow near his room, instead they continue, go down the stairs and he hears the door opening and closing.
Knight!Ghost who follows quietly, curious as to why his mysterious host decided to rise in the middle of the night.
Knight!Ghost who holds his breath when he sees you standing on the porch, hands rising for your veil.
Knight!Ghost who can't believe his eyes when instead of the beautiful face he'd imagined, stark white bone shines in the light of the full moon. Not the bones he had on his mask, but the ones he'd seen in much smaller versions before. The skull of a bird, probably a corvid, sat atop of the woman's body.
All at once Knight!Ghost realizes that once again superstition and fear of all things unknown had let to a gentle soul like yours - different as you may look - to be ostracized for circumstances out of your control. As the moon shines down on your skull-face and the fields surrounding you, Knight!Ghost suddenly feels like he's found a kindred spirit. Like he met someone who knew what it felt like, what he felt like.
Hii, food for thought, what if yandere nepo! Baby Rumi’s ex didn’t break up with her because of her behavior or her demon parentage(They fucking love Rumi’s patterns) but it’s because of her fans? Like they have been doxxed and death threated many fucking times and got called a gold digger for even dating Rumi. And the treats got worse when the reader was born?(Deadass wanna say since Rumi is a demon that means she could get her spouse pregnant if they were a girl..) just food for thought 🌝🌝🌝
Okay so first off, Yes. I agree. Wholeheartedly! Demon!Rumi supremacy, she can do whatever she set's her heart on, which includes impregnating someone with just her sheer devotion 💜
But now onto the main topic: Nepo!Baby Rumi's spouse leaving her, because of the hardcore Stans and their death- and doxxing threats.
This would break Rumi's heart, but not because she blames them, it's because of her fans. How could they stand in the way of her and her love and happiness so much? Didn't she give them enough through her music and dedication? What follows is a big anti-bullying and anti-hate campaign led by Huntr/x and Honmoon records, soon joined by more groups (I know that this is kind of unlikely with the K-pop industry, but the Huntr/x girls even get to eat a lot so let's just roll with it). The girls make their opinion on overly-obsessed Stans very clear (what a bunch of hypocrites).
That's only on the surface though, in private, Rumi does her best to 'atone' for her fans' behavior and promises to keep the relationship with her spouse and you under the covers for a while until she can reintroduce the whole situation to the public slowly and carefully. Rumi will try to give them some time to re-adjust, but make no mistake. She will not let them leave her, especially not with you, her darling little one.
I asked this a month too late for the matchups, I was busy 😞. But uhm I’m not good with requesting even if I’d like to see more of the omegaverse Batman matchup. I think a way to start it just ask a bunch of questions. I’d like to hear who you’d think is an alpha omega and beta. And I’d also ask about an omega reader, beta reader, and alpha reader, would the Batman treat them differently based on what their secondary sex is?
Ey, don't worry, I read this five months too late so were gucci. I decided to actually go with this method for the matchUp for now, just writing general concepts/ideas, answering questions like this. And I'll start right here by answering your questions
Tw: A little bit of Omegaverse-coded misogony, allusion to S A (though nothing actually described), me losing a little Steam as I go on, but I did my best, none of these facts are written in stone - Tumblr didn't let me post so I had to go through and tumblr-proof this. Literally had to add each paragraph one by one in editing for tumblr to let me post :::(((
Who is an Alpha, beta and omega?
Let's start with what I think is the most decided in my mind: Bruce Wayne is an alpha. He's the head of the pack, he's the batman, and also it makes writing things just kind of easier for me tbh.
I think Dick Grayson is either an Alpha or an Omega - just from vibes - but in the end I'd tend to Alpha, just because I can't imagine a young Bruce Wayne taking in a traumatized Omega who just lost the most important members of his pack. Also I feel like hunting down and wanting to kill the men responsible for your parents death is just kind of an Alpha thing to do. It also plays into him trying to gain his independence from Bruce, after all an Alpha probably has issues submitting to another Alpha, especially if it's one who's become the head of Dick's pack (somewhat) later in life.
Jason Todd was an Omega when Bruce took him in, but he was hardened, tough. An omega on the streets of Gotham had to be unless he wanted to be claimed and mated against his will. So, maybe in his need to fill his now empty feeling pack again, Bruce takes him in, trains him, makes him stronger. Of course, he regrets ever daring to let an Omega onto the field after Jason dies (takes him a while to unlearn those kinds of thoughts, if he ever does). When Jason gets put in the Lazarus Pit, it doesn't just bring him back and change him mentally, it changes him at a biological level. He returns with the anger and (more or less) righteous fury of the Alpha he now is. His vendetta isn't helped by the new hormones and instincts in his body and mind. He never truly manages to get his new instincts and the still lingering omega habits into a true balance, sometimes when he's stressed he still finds himself trying to nest - only to be frustrated when it doesn't feel the way it used to.
Damian Wayne is an Alpha like his father (and his mother, a very unlikely match) and he's difficult to show for it. He has the (taught) sexist views about the roles a secondary gender should give the person and while things got better with him integrating himself in the Bat-pack, he still falls back into old behaviors and habits once in a while, but Jason, Duke and Stephanie usually manage to beat that out of him reeeeeal quick
Duke Thomas is an omega, but he behaves so unlike an Omega. He has his instincts and behavior in much better control than most of the other Alpha's or Omega's in the Bat-pack. Of course, that doesn't make him immune to certain Omega behavior, but most people who meet him think he's a beta or Alpha at first.
Cassandra Cain is, unsurprisingly, also an Alpha (I doubt she would have been allowed to live past presentation if she hadn't been an alpha), but much like Duke she has herself under incredible control, though for other reasons. She had to be in control of herself to be the ideal weapon, the ideal fighter. She still has to learn how to actually listen to her instincts, how to allow them to just be, to show her what her biology was trying to tell her.
Alfred is either a Beta or Alpha, but I'm tending towards beta because the man has been in the secret service but also became a personal butler and I cannot see an Alpha having that kind of lack of selfish ego tbh.
Would the Batman treat them differently based on what their secondary gender is?
Like I said, I think after Jason's death Bruce certainly has some ingrained Stigma that changes the way he behaves. I think in a non-Yandere context, it would be easier for him to treat an Alpha!reader similar to how he'd treat an Omega!reader.
In a Yandere!Context though, he'd definitely become much more protective, obsessive and restrictive towards an Omega!reader. You wouldn't learn how to fight, you wouldn't become a vigilante. Instead, you'd be the pack's little treasure. They'd protect and shelter you and they wouldn't let you exhibit any behavior that was too un-Omega like.
Quite frankly, I think I like Omega!reader most, just because I vibe with it most and it plays into my preference for soft, innocent, in need of protection reader(s).
romantic yan edward nygma (any iteration)? specifically one that thinks the reader is just so smart and so sweet, and kidnaps them so gotham doesnt ruin that? also maybe throw in some cuddles. a lot of cuddles. all of the cuddles.
Decided not to specify which iteration this is so feel free to imagine your favorite. One (non-consensual) cuddle express coming up
Blueprints (Yandere!Riddler x GN!Reader)
TW: Romantic Yandere!Riddler, stalking, kidnapping, being locked up, being sedated, non-consensual cuddling (but no sexual content), stockholm-syndrom setting in, tried to keep this gender neutral (if you notice the reader being gendered, please message me so I can fix it), Batman has kind of skewed morals
When he sees you first, it's in Gotham's central library. Quite frankly, Edward Nygma is surprised he's still allowed inside, but the staff is overworked and underpaid so no one ever really notices him when he comes inside, his latest scheme cooking in his cranium. The library was a resource even someone like him couldn't pass up on, especially with how foolishly the Gotham legislators were to allow the blueprints of official building in the city built before the turn of the century to just be filed away there for everyone to see. Sure, they'd wisened up and didn't add onto them with the prints of the newer buildings - you had to put in an official request for those and that was such a headache for him, forcing him to fake an identity with enough merit to not immediately alert that Bat to what he was planning - but they hadn't bothered to remove the old ones.
Ed could have looked them up online over the libraries web archive, but he preferred getting out of his lair once in a while, smell the books, remind himself of how stupid and thoughtless the muppets inhabiting Gotham were. How stupid everyone was there except for him...and the very rare individual with more than a single braincell (he's looking at you, Batman). When he sees you first, he scoffs. In front of you on the table you monopolized in the corner of the room was a thick astrological almanac, a philosophy collection propped up against a steel water bottle, and - oddly enough - a math text book. He rolled his eyes, thinking that you were trying much too hard to seem knowledgable, figuring that you barely comprehended a tenth of the words your eyes were taking in, especially with so many different topics.
But as he makes notes on the blueprint to a building currently used as a shopfront though it was a district court once, decades ago, he can't help but keep looking toward you. He had to admit...you were beautiful and with such a soft aura...even the fact that you looked frazzled and tired and too deep in concentration didn't change that fact. Ed tries to shake that thought from his mind and return to his plans when a young adult woman approaches you. Probably one of the many ants attending Gotham's college or university that thought themselves smarter than the average when they were hardly any different.
Ed is good as eavesdropping, always has been. Attuned to listening to quiet sounds as well as having learnt how to read lips early on. His pupils dilate just slightly as he finally comprehends what you were doing. The young woman thanked you for reading and correcting an essay on proof of a certain mathematical formula she needed for class and you gave her a tired smile, told her that you were always happy to help and that she did good work (even though Edward saw just how much red was pencilled over the original text). Once the woman left, you closed the math textbook with a sigh, rubbed your eyes and got up - leaving towards a nearby coffee machine.
As he leaves the library, blueprints long forgotten (and not correctly stored away in his hurry), Edwards hand clench around his cellphone, having to physically remind himself to be patient. To not immediately start staring at the pictures he took of everything he found in your backpack and jacket - including your state and employee ID from a local University. Once he's back in his layer he can't help but practically find out every single thing about you. From simple things like your birthday, where you grew up, your medical history, your families criminal files, your social security number - the easy stuff every ten year old could figure out in an hour or two - to a bit more intricate details: your best friend in high school, the guy that ghosted you after one date because you asked him about his preferred field of study, the professor who always gave you too much work even though you weren't even originally assigned to his class as assistant, every single grade and project you ever did in school and later university.
Everything he finds just cements one thought in his head: You were much too precious for the world. You were smart - most definitely not on his level, but why should a lion complain about a feral cat as a companion when the alternative was having no pride at all. But it felt to Edward like you were wasting your potential by helping out the students in the classes you were assigned to by control reading their works and by doing most of the professors work for them only to get paid barely a fraction of what they earned.
You needed someone to look out for you, to protect you from your own selflessness, to...care for you. And who was better for that job than Edward, after all no one else could ever truly understand you, right?
It's barely a moth later that you find yourself, dressed in comfortable pajama pants and one of Edward's shirts, lying stiffly on a large, pulled out couch in the 'you-proofed' area of his layer. Soon, Ed was sure, you'd come to your senses and realize that he was the only one for you. That you could trust him, that you could...love him. Should love him, just like he already loved you. These feelings had crashed over him like a title wave, but he couldn't find himself caring. He embraced them, embraced you. Literally. At least you didn't try to fight him anymore, that was one positive compared to when he first brought you home. Sure, that was mostly because of the light sedative that he administered to you when he wanted some cuddle time - as well as the padded shackle to your ankle that assured that you couldn't even get close enough to the (quadruple locked and alarm protected) door to even attempt to run.
With an incredible amount of chagrin, you had to admit that Edward - Eddy, as he insisted you call him lest you want to get punished - was an annoyingly good cuddle. He somehow just knew how to hold you close to ensure the perfect amount of warmth and close contact to quell the touch starved side of yourself that you didn't even knew existed. He caressed your hair softly, whispered sweet, affirming words into your ear, and he somehow always knew how to position you to be comfortable, even when you were too sedated to even speak or keep your eyes open.
And, annoying you even further, you started to...enjoy life with him. You'd never even realized how overburdened and overworked you were, how tired and exhausted. But here, with Ed, you don't have any duties or obligations, he allows you to do whatever you'd like in the very clear boundaries you had. He gave you a laptop (though you soon found out that it could only receive and never sent, no way to call for help) and even put a bookshelf into your cell room, that he filled with every book you asked for. He didn't make you feel silly or stupid for asking for novels and fantasy books (even though he did make a face as if cooing over a child).
The fact that he was The Riddler was something he didn't particularly hide from you, in fact - during one of the almost nightly cuddle sessions (he was incredibly proud of you, you didn't even have to be sedated anymore to not lie there like a cold plank of wood) he actually explained his alter ego to you, just to assure you that if he does ever get caught and locked away (you lived in Gotham so you knew that even if he's locked away it wouldn't last for long) he had taken measures to assure that you'd be taken care of, that you wouldn't suffer the consequences of his actions. Though...as time passed, you noticed yourself slipping more and more into...being comfortable with him, more than comfortable. Now, you were excited for him to come home. Excited to spend the evening sitting in his lap, head against his chest, his heartbeat a background sound to his voice as he read out of one of the books he liked to share with you, the hand not holding the book open gently caressing you. It felt surprisingly safe, surprisingly...nice. A little part of you knew that it was wrong, that you should still be fighting and clawing your way out, but now, even when Ed didn't lock the shackle back on after taking it off so your could be more comfortable while intertwined in front of a documentary running on the TV, you didn't even approach the door. Didn't find yourself wanting to.
With every night where you fall asleep with Eddy holding you, one more piece of you falls into the mold he set out for you, and you didn't find yourself minding.
[If you ever do wonder why Batman doesn't come to your rescue, why the great detective seemingly doesn't know that one of his roster of nemesis had an innocent civilian locked up in his basement...don't bother. Bruce knows about you, quite thoroughly actually. After all, he had to make sure that Ed was treating you well, had to assure himself that he wasn't making a mistake by letting Edward keep you. But it was purely utilitarian of him, after all, ever since Edward had you waiting for him, he'd become much more manageable and less violent. He didn't behave like he needed to proof something as much as he did before and his schemes didn't include the possibility of death anymore - as if Ed was doing his best to make sure that if he does get caught, the punishment would be lenient. So yeah, maybe it's not the most ethical thing to let Ed keep you locked away with him, but...you didn't seem to mind terribly anymore and quite frankly, it didn't seem like your life before seemed all that better anyways...]
A/N: If you liked this and want to show some appreciation, could I interest you in voting in this poll? It's quick, it's easy and it's free (and you'd make me a little happier). It truly doesn't matter if you're into the mentioned fandom or not, I just want a bigger sample size.
A yandere getting pampered and obsessed over by their reader, perhaps? Getting to be the one that's the focus and maybe even needing ti talk down reader from stabbing a bitch?
Sadly no stabbing a bitch, that kind of didn't fit the idea I had for Dick's story (Though there would have been considering of a stabbing in the one I had started to think up for Brucie-baby). I really liked the prompt and it inspired me quite a bit, but in the end I fear my story didn't actually capture what you wanted completely... But it's still something I did and that's enough for me at the moment. Hope it's any good.
Valentines Dress
Yandere!Dick Grayson x fem!reader
Summary: With what little resources you have at your disposal, you’ve been hard at work planning something, keeping it secret from your captors. This was the make or break moment. The only question…How will Dick react to your little stunt?
A/N: I know em-dashes are an AI indicator, but no AI could churn out this. Trust. Also, AI can rip dashes out of my cold, dead hands. I love them too much.
The dress was the most difficult part. Everything else you could sort of improvise, but you couldn't exactly go ahead and ask for a new dress. Sure, Dick would probably jump over himself in joy at getting to buy you something pretty. Hell, he'd just be happy that you ask him for anything at all. You swear, if he had a tail, it'd wag every time you asked him to bring you a glass of water or a blanket or anything.
But his excitement was exactly the issue. He'd want to know what for and then he'd unravel all the thread you so perfectly braided into your plan.
So - without much choice left (given you weren't exactly allowed to leave the apartment to go shopping unsupervised and you knew everyone he trusted with your 'safety' would tell him everything that happened, even if you begged them not to) - you elect to do it yourself.
The fabric is the easiest part, Dick is a tall, muscular guy, so it's easy to find one of his simple black, long-sleeved workout shirts and make it disappear from his closet without him noticing.
The thread...was more complicated. That stuff wasn't exactly lying around, especially not in this apartment. Dick made sure to have his supplies for patching up his suit (or himself) locked away - all because you tried to stab him one time with scissors. Ridiculous, really. But you do find a way. The blue, knitted horse plush always rubbed you the wrong way. It was - quite frankly - hideous. It also didn't really have any emotional attachment for you towards Dick either. It was just one of many he gave you when you first had your period while in his...care.
It took a while, but soon you had taken most of the body apart and secured yourself the threat. Even if it was annoyingly thick and difficult to work with.
You already figured getting a pair of scissors was impossible, but you could work with that. You didn't have a lot of sewing knowledge on how to make something extravagant out of the shirt, so you'd take it a little more simple.
But that left one thing over. A needle. As the week passes by, you figure that your entire plan was for naught, but then...a miracle. Dick comes home with a bad slash in his side and he lets you help clean him up. He was so out of it at the end of sewing himself up, that he left the needle lying out in the open. You pocket it before cleaning the rest away. Ideally, Dick would be none the wiser.
The sewing was a pain. Getting the shirt to become more dress like was easy. Sure, it would be short and you had nothing to shorten the sleeves with, but with a few strategic stitches, you managed to pull most of the excess fabric to the back and inside. It made your back look a little lumpy when wearing it, but it did the thing you wanted to. It accentuated your figure. Dick would like it for that alone.
But after, with so much thread left and an irking need to do something as you waited for the days to pass, you start doing your amateur best to stitch the fabric to have a...well, a pattern. It was mostly just blue lines and swirls growing up the right side of the dress. It wasn't exactly pretty, but it at least looked like more than just a strangely sewn together shirt.
Finally - the day arrives - February the fourteenth. The entire morning you've been preening with excitement at having been able to keep your plan a secret. Sure...you did feel awfully reminiscent of that one time when you'd been with Dick for just a few months and he'd allowed you a few more Privileges and you'd started to carefully plan your escape. It had worked too, you believed, right up until you opened the apartment door and there he was. Looking disappointed, but definitely not surprised. You'd lost out-of-room privilege for almost two months after that.
But even if this was some sort of trust-fall test - Dick seeing if he could trust you a little more now, slowly feeding you chances you'd be able to take to work towards escape only to see how you'd react - it didn't seem like he knew about the extend of your plan. You'd have to be content with that.
When Dick arrives - fresh from work, a bag filled with everything he could think of that he could gift you for Valentines-day - soft music is playing in his Apartment. He manages to hide his smile as he plays the clueless 'boyfriend' while walking into the dining room. The walls were lit up by the nighttime star-projector he'd taken with him when...rescuing you from your former life (Rescue from what? From being without him by your side, of course). He figured that was your replacement for candles since he had made sure there were no lighters or matches anywhere you could reach them (though maybe, he'd be able to ease some of those rules soon...). The Dinner table was set with everything except utensils (he didn't allow you near knifes while unsupervised) and, well, food (He didn't even feel guilty for locking any cocking equipment away from you, the thought of you burning yourself...he couldn't take it). He could fix all of that, maybe order your favorite Takeout as a reward for being so thoughtful as to actually try to plan something for Valentines-day.
Before he can even start to make concrete plans though, his breath hitches. You come into the room, looking so beautiful in the projector light. Your face seemed shy, but he couldn't possibly understand why. You were the most gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes on (that's why he took you in the first place). To you, the dress may seem crude and amateur-ish, but to him...it was the thing the woman he loved the most in the entire universe wore. That alone made it an invaluable dress in his eyes.
Oh...and how he couldn't wait to carefully take it off of you later (so that he could preserve it, he'd have more to rip off of you some other day).
