[yanderismo]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#TRANSFORMERS... my bots — 📌

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ❗transformers skybound.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ❗more than meets the eye.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “and there are even more favorites 😔✊”

( 💌 ) just a post for Optimus Prime, Ratchet and Rodimus appreciation

[platonicyanderereverie]

Good morning, good afternoon, good night Meireii 💕

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

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

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

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

Thank you for requesting!❤️

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

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

[ warnings: usual unhealthy behaviour mostly tame]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It gets lonely and boring being the only one seeing things for what they are, you get it don’t you?

[yanderismo]

KYAAAAAAAAA, THANK YOU SO MUCH MEIREII 💕💕🥺. I really like the concept of yandere being relatable, like, a yandere writes fanfiction for a favorite character, the favorite character has little content, so the yandere writes more fanfiction and becomes a fandom of just one person, loll. I LOVED IT!

[maliciouscottonball]

Rodimus who absolutely loves you, the only human on the Lost Light. He constantly holds you, insisting that since he spent so much time on Earth, he's the best suited to caring for you. He's always petting your head and back or fidgeting with your cute clothes. Ultra Magnus doesn't mind anymore because that's the only way that he can get Rodimus to sit still and focus. Rodimus picks out your outfits for you, making sure that it matches his paint job so that his crew are reminded who your caregiver is. He cuddles you and covers your face in exceptionally gentle kisses whenever he sees you doing something cute. He keeps you in his quarters at night and built a tiny bed for you to sleep in next to his berth so that you can be comfortable and within his reach. He plays games with you and is always delighted when you figure out how to do something on your own.

To be entirely fair, you're in the best physical condition of your entire life. You're always clean and your skin is always soft and well hydrated. Your clothing fits you perfectly and you have no idea how Rodimus manages to get more for you while you're in the middle of space. You're surprised by how healthy the food that he gives you is and how diligent he is when it comes to your health and safety. He's always responsible when it comes to you. You don't know what your relationship with him actually is either. Sometimes he treats you like a beloved pet, sometimes like a dear friend, sometimes like a little sibling, and other times you have no clue. No one else is allowed to touch you, let alone carry you, other than the medics during your check-ups. You may have no control over your life but at least you're well loved and well cared for. Rodimus loves humans and you're his very favorite.

[yanderismo]

I WAS WAITING FOR THIS POST. WE NEED MORE YANDERE PLATONIC TRANSFORMERS 😭😭

[maliciouscottonball]

From the second that Soundwave first saw you, he knew that he had to take care of you. You were a tiny human and he had found you in the middle of the woods. You had gotten lost and had stumbled onto him doing standard perimeter surveillance. He could feel a presence and someone staring at him but he didn’t know that he would see you when he turned around. You were peeking out from behind a tree and just staring up at the giant mech as he sat on the forest floor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soundwave decided to take you back to the base with him. Keeping you would be an excellent way to keep up morale within the ranks and he deeply enjoyed your company already. He figured that you wouldn’t mind so he simply began carrying you to your new home.

[cup-of-doodles]

Sick reader w superbat(and Dick Grayson)

I’ve been a bit sick lately, so I’ve been putting off writing a lot :(

But! I’ve been thinking about sick reader, so you guys get a quick treat!!

This isn’t quite like my normal fics, its more like a bunch of quick his. i reeeeeeeally want to post some art of Dickie for Valentine’s Day but we’ll see if I have the motivation to finish it

Not proofread!!

Warnings: GN READER!!! mild infantilazation(did I spell that right??), slight talk about being held captive

Superbat

They definitely don’t leave you home alone. Ordinarily they don’t like leaving you alone, but sometimes they have to, missions etc. Maybe they would leave you alone when you were asleep to do missions. But right now? When you need them most? It’s one at a time on a mission. If Bruce is out, Clark is home, and vice versa. You will 200% always have someone at home to wake you up, tuck your hair behind your ear, give you your meds and tuck you back in. Without fail.

Bruce is definitely better with tracking your medicine than Clark is. He records the time when you take your meds, and like clockwork, however many hours later you need to take your meds, he’s making you sit up to take them. Clark on the other hand is definitely calling Bruce up before giving you your meds. (“Hey handsome. Uh, B? When was the last time you gave their medicine? No no no, I totally remember, I just… don’t quite trust my judgement on this is all.”)

I definitely feel like Clark would second guess himself a lot. Sure, he knows how to care for sick people. He’s taken care of Bruce before, but this is different! Bruce is robust and you’re just a little kid! His kid! He can’t mess this up. Part of Clark panics because he’s never been sick before himself, so he feels really bad for you. In the end he just wants to make absolutely sure you’re properly taken care of. If you weren’t technically being held captive it would probably be incredibly endearing.

Bruce on the other hand probably visibly show if he’s worried. He’s sure of himself at least he seems like it. He’s patient, gently chiding you if you try to exert yourself. Bruce thinks that if he panics, you’ll be scared, and he doesn’t want you to be anxious and sick at the same time.

He’s not quite as clingy as Clark, but he’s always near, somehow still working? But there. You’re in bed? He’s sitting near you. He’s in his office? You’re with him. Period end of story.

Dick

Generally I prefer Dickie as a romantic yandere, but I guess this could be for any??

Dickie definitely thinks it’s cute you have to rely on him, even if he doesn’t say it. He likes being able to take care others. He always has! I feel like he’s extremely codependent, and being able to take care of someone makes a part of him feel whole.

He’s almost like a combination of Clark and Bruce. He’s extremely clingy, wanting to dote on you and care for you, but not as scared of messing up as Clark. He’s not very worried since he doesn’t mind having to take care of you, it’s a win-win.

He’ll try really hard to cook for you, but instead has to rely on premade food. He’s not the best cook and knows you need more than cereal to eat. He’s tries his hardest! But after a few burn meals he gives up.

Taglist: @yanderismo

Sorry this is kinda short, I really just want to post something before I post something else, I’ve been busy, and sick so I haven’t been able to write much :(

[yanderismo]

*devouring as if it were my last meal*

[maliciouscottonball]

Hear me out on the platonic Autobots what if someone or something was trying to break into the little one's House what would the reaction be 🤔!

Surprise Houseguests (Part 2)

Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3255

AN: Thank you so much for the ask!!! It’s my very first one!!!! I wanted to write something fitting for the occasion so it took a bit longer than expected. I decided that a second chapter situation would be best to explain because I’m a certified yapper. It's a bit darker than the first part but I like it. I’ve been learning how to read and write in Cybertronian so I know for sure what I’m talking about. 😎 I like to think of the sound of Cybertronian engines as being like cat sounds. There are purrs, soft hums of life, startled silences, and roars and the scientific explanation is that it’s actually because they’re all my little meow meows. This hasn’t been beta read so please forgive any mistakes!

TW: Soft yandere behavior that turns significantly less soft at some points, the home offense system, robot violence, murder, medium stalking instead of light stalking, Optimus loving grammatical accuracy, silly alien robots being silly and significantly more creepy than last time

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Your Cybertronian lessons were going very well and you were learning quite a bit. You were progressing much more quickly than you expected. It was probably helped by the fact that since your mouth physically can’t pronounce anything in the language, you didn’t have to worry about that aspect. You were able to read simple stories and understand sentences with the words that you were learning. It certainly helped that you had a team of native speakers thrilled to help any time you called. 

Optimus was especially pleased with your progress. He would wait for your call every Friday evening, the day your schedule allowed you to finally stay up later than usual. It wasn’t like you had much else to do in such a small town in the middle of nowhere. His brutality in battle increased a hundredfold on those days, to the point where after watching him tear apart soldiers with his bare servos because he was angry that he might be late for your call, many Decepticon teams simply refused to fight any Autobots every seven solar cycles. Megatron was not happy but after reviewing recovered battle footage, understood and scheduled accordingly. It was better that way for everyone involved. Optimus was always very excited to teach you the meaning of new words and phrases and slowly transitioned his stories from English to Cybertronian. A former Iacon archivist was probably one of the best language, history, and culture tutors that you could’ve dreamed of. Optimus was an expert and it was the reason that he always spoke so formally. You remember during one of the visits that the team made to your home, he told you, “Even in the face of grave danger, there is always a place for eloquence, proper grammar, and correct syntax.”

You thought that he was joking. He, in fact, was not. He would affectionately correct your grammar and spelling in the messages that you would send him and always encouraged the others to do the same. He kept multiple copies of your messages in his hard drive, as did the rest of the team with their messages from you. Even though they were horribly spelled and sometimes borderline indecipherable in the beginning, they were deeply cherished. The younger and less mature bots would show each other each message before recharging, gushing about how cute and sweet you were, even when you were trying to have serious conversations with them. The older bots denied it but they listened in and found it endearing.

You had started making memes in a mixture of Cybertronian and English and sending them in a group chat to Bumblebee, Windblade, Jazz, and Wheeljack. You had tried to explain why they were funny to Ironhide, Optimus, and Ratchet but most of the time, they just looked at you with the most perplexed, mildly concerned, and very supportive expressions imaginable. Most of the time when you showed Ratchet your memes, he just stared at it for a little bit, patted you on the head, told you that he was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and started teaching you how to do a new type of basic repair on a Cybertronian. Ratchet was good at redirecting you into more familiar territory and the old mech was much more gentle about it with you than anyone else. You’d get the occasional chuckle from Ironhide and Optimus when you showed them but they seemed to enjoy just listening to you talk about anything and everything.

Something that both Optimus and Ironhide enjoyed significantly more than memes was playing games. You would play simple Cybertronian strategy games with them. It was rare that you won and the occasions that you did win were usually based on luck. That didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy it. Quite the opposite, actually. You loved having them give you tips on what to do next and sometimes you would play as poorly as possible, just to get a reaction from them. You liked the stories about who Ironhide used to play the games with on Cybertron before the war. His voice would get soft and nostalgic. He seemed much more relaxed. It reminded you of how Optimus spoke when he was telling you a bedtime story. You enjoyed listening to Ironhide’s war stories while he drove you around but there was something so calming about his stories from before the war.

You liked Windblade’s stories too. You hesitated to go on rides with her at first because of how much she liked doing tricks to impress you but cruising at a steady altitude through the clouds with her was nice. You’d get much less nauseous that way. She did that quite a bit when she figured out that you liked it. You liked hearing about the titans and how she spoke to them. You thought that it was amazing that she could talk to such massive beings and that they’d understand her. Her perspective on the war was different than that of the mechs on the team and you liked hearing about what she had to say. She was the only femme that you knew and you liked spending time with her once she figured out how to handle you properly without scaring you.

Bumblebee and Jazz both loved goofing off with you. You’d watch movies and TV shows together and make plenty of commentary on the characters. You’d mostly end up laughing through whatever you were watching and making even more memes to go with them. You liked spending one on one time with each of them too. Bee would go racing with you through backroads and empty streets, keeping you buckled up tight as he sped around with you squealing and laughing in delight. He loved hearing you laugh and seeing you happy. Jazz would only occasionally speed around on your drives together. He would get you a treat to eat before he cruises around with you sitting in the luxurious interior of his alt mode, listening to old and new favorite songs with him. You would spend time finding new songs for each other every day and saving them up for when you inevitably went for another drive. You had playlist upon playlist of music to choose from with every genre imaginable. Jazz was who you went with if things were busy and you needed to escape from your worries for a while.

The Autobot team had been in contact with you for eight months before something went wrong. It wasn’t what was expected. The raccoons continued rummaging through your trash, even after the improvements made to the cans by Wheeljack and Ironhide. It had actually gotten worse after a month. You complained about it to Jazz while you were chatting with him on a call and he decided to see how they managed to do it that night while he was on watch. Jazz contentedly watched the feeds of each camera in your house while monitoring the surrounding area. He was watching your leg twitch in your sleep and recording it to show to Ratchet (just in case it was cause for concern, he rationalized) when there was abnormal movement detected outside where you kept your trash cans. He stopped recording you and then started watching the live footage from outside while starting a new recording.

There was a man digging through your trash.

A human man.

Unacceptable.

To his horror, the man went around your entire house and tried to open every door and window.

Something had to be done.

Jazz immediately woke Optimus and Ironhide and showed them the footage. The enraged roar of the Prime’s engine, the blaring of his horn, and the smell of the ominous black smoke billowing from his exhaust pipes were enough to startle the entire team awake, as well as the vast majority of the inhabitants of the town they were staying in.

The team abandoned their mission and immediately started driving back to your house at first light. It could wait. You could not. Optimus had wanted to start driving immediately and not stop until they had arrived but Ratchet had convinced him to reluctantly let the team finish their recharge. He sat in his alt mode and seethed the entire night. He couldn’t recharge. How could he ever recharge in that kind of situation? Someone was bothering his little one. Someone was creeping on you and he and his entire team were too far away to protect you. The flamethrower at the front door was disabled and the rest of the defense systems were made for raccoons and Decepticons. You were defenseless. The rest of the Autobots didn’t recharge all that well either. It was understandable. Trying to relax feet away from a Prime ready to eviscerate a member of the species that he swore to protect is not an easy task. 

On the familiar road back to your home, it was eerily quiet on the comms. The only time that anything was said was an hourly report of your whereabouts and activities, plus the occasional update when you messaged a member of the team. Optimus’s spark ached when you sent him a message about how you picked up some of the oil that he likes at the auto store. You really had no clue how much danger you were in and were just going about your day like usual. You really did need the Autobots to protect you.

When the team finally made it to your town after a few solar cycles, Optimus sent Windblade, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Ratchet to your home to guard you. As much as Optimus wanted to see you as soon as possible, he had something to deal with first. Ironhide and Jazz were going with him to help handle the situation. There was also the added benefit of you not being able to see him while he’s angry. He knew that his size made him intimidating under the best circumstances and he didn’t want to scare you with how upset he was.

Jazz had been tracking the man bothering you from the second that he showed Optimus and Ironhide the footage. He may be a more laid back bot but that didn’t mean that he let things like this slide. The man was going to hurt you. Jazz was not going to let that happen. If the angry energy radiating off of the Prime was bad for team morale, the cold energy from Jazz was worse. They were used to the mech being friendly even in life or death situations. 

Ironhide wasn’t about to let anything happen to you either. He had been teaching you self defense and would always affectionately refer to you as his little cadet. He would only let you use a low power blaster under the strictest supervision but he called it your training time. When you were done, he’d give you one of the treats he found during his missions and tell you how well you did. It was a nice change of pace for him. In his eyes, you were already an Autobot and he was known for keeping his team safe. He was less angry and more determined to eliminate the threat so that everything would go back to normal.

The rest of the team didn’t know the details of what was going on but they knew that you were under threat and the cause was a human. That was all they had to know while keeping a careful watch over you. Bumblebee figured that you didn’t know about the danger you were in and kept you close. He would peek through the windows as you got things from your house and make sure that you were no more than fifteen feet away from an Autobot at all times. You didn’t know why your friends were being so clingy but you were happy to be around them.

Windblade didn’t take you on any flights that day. You found it strange but you figured that she was just shaken up after a particularly bad mission. You were happy to try your best to comfort her and the rest of the team. You pulled up some funny videos that you had watched while they were gone and watched them on a data pad with her while she worked on one of her blasters and you worked on a small craft. You both giggled at some of the funniest parts and you were proud of yourself for making her smile when you gave her the necklace that you made for her. Her spark melted when you talked about putting felt on the back of the pendant so it wouldn’t scratch her finish. It was impossible for her not to smile around you but she didn’t tell you that. She wanted you to feel special.

Wheeljack occupied himself by improving your home defense system. There were going to be no more silly features that allowed you to turn them off outside of an extreme emergency. He sat you on his shoulder during less dangerous parts, explaining the intricacies of Cybertronian engineering to you. He spoke in Cybertronian for some of it and it was clear that he thought that you were further along in your studies of the language than you actually were. You didn’t understand most of what he was saying but you were happy to be included. After a few hours of intensive engineering lessons, he playfully shooed you away when he had to get advice from Ratchet on which weapons system would be the most effective against organics. 

Ratchet was surprisingly calm about everything. He gave you a check up and made sure that you hadn’t been hurt while they were gone. He was concerned about the random small bruises that regularly showed up on your legs and even more so about the fact that you didn’t know where they were from. He quickly realized that they were simply from your clumsiness and made you take an iron supplement while you watched him make small repairs on the team’s equipment. It worried him a bit that you were so prone to becoming damaged. He would have to research methods to keep you safe from yourself.

Jazz gave the location of the man to Optimus and Ironhide. The man lived in a cabin much deeper in the woods than you. Ironhide figured that living away from other humans was the man’s only redeeming quality. It would make neutralizing him much simpler. The three mechs transformed into their bipedal modes, not bothering to conceal themselves from the man. They could see his startled face peeking out from one of the windows and Ironhide and Jazz were equally startled when Optimus tore through the cabin like it was tissue paper to get to the man.

He snatched up the man, engine roaring once more and internal temperature rising to the point where he could smell flesh cooking in his servo. 

“You dare treat our little one like a creature to be preyed upon?” His voice boomed.

Optimus’s digits were crushing the man. It was difficult to tell at first but the man’s ears were bleeding. The sheer volume of the Prime’s rage had burst his eardrums. Ironhide and Jazz simply watched. They had all lost so much. They had sacrificed everything for their cause. It was okay to be selfish for once. It wasn’t even that selfish, Jazz had told Ironhide on the way back. They were taking care of you. You needed them to protect you from a threat to your life and happiness.

Squish.

Optimus crushed the man in his grip with a twitch of his digit. He then dropped the man onto the forest floor. The man had somehow survived and was simply staring up at the bots. There was a satisfaction in the Prime’s eyes that made the man even more afraid. The man couldn’t hear anymore but he could see. He could see the pleasure that the mech took in watching the life drained out of his body and all he could do was look up at him. Optimus stepped back and Ironhide took his turn standing over the man. Ironhide raised his blaster and glared down at the man.

BANG.

Suddenly, the problem had been solved.

The man hadn’t even left behind a corpse. He was incinerated by the shot and there was only a smear of carbon on the forest floor. Jazz stomped out the flames licking at the edges of the blast and seemed content. You were safe again and he was very happy with that. He gave a friendly smile to the other two mechs. He made sure that all of them were clean of any blood or unpleasant smells before they made their way back to your home. It was important that you didn’t know anything about their methods of protecting you. It was for your own good and none of them wanted you to be afraid of them. They wanted you to still want to be around them.

Optimus hummed a Cybertronian lullaby on the way back to your house. His mood was lighter as he walked back through the woods, back to you. You looked up from where you were sitting with Wheeljack when you heard the song rumbling from in the trees and your face lit up. You recognized the tune when you heard him from the times that he sang you to sleep with it and you eagerly ran up to him while telling him how much you had missed him and the others. That cheered his spark even more. He lifted you up in his servo, listening to you chatter at him and loving every second. He carefully ran a digit along your head and back, watching how you relaxed while he rubbed your back and smiling down at you. It was all that he could do to not coo at your cute behavior. He would never allow any harm to come to you. You were their perfect little one. 

You enjoyed your standard routine of learning and relaxing with the Autobots for the duration of their visit. They were even more doting than usual. You didn’t find it strange. You were just happy to hang out with them. You followed them around like a little duckling and acted very sweet towards them, just like always. You were such a wonderful human and they all adored you. The team had to leave after a few days and seemed much better off after their mini vacation with their favorite human. They resumed their regular communications with you and got back to their missions.

Optimus was a quiet mech outside of battle. His tendency to quietly look at and organize data hadn’t changed, even after millennia of war. He was reading a report while half listening to you and Bumblebee chatting over a call. It was comforting and gave him a sense of normalcy. He loved hearing your thoughts and ideas. You were so young and naive, especially compared to them. It was so refreshing to him and his team. Optimus smiled when he heard you excitedly tell Bumblebee that the raccoons were finally leaving your garbage alone. He gave Ironhide and Jazz a knowing look. Ironhide was doing maintenance on his blaster and Jazz was checking over the surveillance cameras in your home. They both returned his look with smiles. He and the Autobots were keeping you safe and they would continue to do so.

[maliciouscottonball]

Surprise Houseguests

Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3877

AN: This oneshot has some required listening but I promise it’s worth it! Optimus has an amazing voice and I love him. No one can convince me that the Autobots don’t love yapping in their native language when they have the chance. My beloved @foolphenomenon beta read this one for me too so thank you to them!!!

TW: Soft yandere behavior, Ironhide and Wheeljack deciding that the best home defense system is a home offense system, mention of taxes, light stalking, boundaries being enforced, silly alien robots being silly and only mildly creepy

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Optimus hadn’t expected to be offered a place to stay by a tiny human. He had thought that the Autobots were alone in the parking lot of an abandoned factory. The team was discussing where to recharge for the night when Optimus caught a glimpse of you peeking out from a broken window on the first floor. You ducked down but it was futile after you both locked eyes. He had gently called out to you, wanting you to see that they didn’t mean any harm, even if they looked intimidating. 

“It is alright, little human. We mean you no harm. You are safe with us. Please come out so that we may see you better.” He said in a soft tone.

You slowly peeked back out, figuring that it was useless to run from giants. You were surprised by how kind the tallest bot was and glanced around at the rest of them. When you realized that none of them looked unfriendly, you slowly exited the building and stood near the door, ready to dart back to cover if anything went sideways. The disarming body language and kind tone made you feel more like a kid getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar rather than an adult listening in on giant alien robots but you weren’t about to take any chances.

“Um… I’m sorry for listening in. I didn’t mean to. Well, I did but that’s because I’ve never seen anything like you guys…! I feel bad about it though. It was rude of me. You can park outside my house if you want to…! My closest neighbor is about a mile away so there’s more privacy than here. You’ll be able to walk around instead of just driving!” You chattered nervously.

Optimus raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected an eavesdropper to be so polite. You were so little and you seemed so sweet. He looked thoughtful as he examined you. You were dirty from what he later learned was an exploration trip inside the abandoned factory. The fabric you wore was dark in color, which he assumed was for a form of camouflage in the dark building. Despite the dirt, your eyes were bright and curious. Your friendliness didn’t seem to be an act and you were such a small thing that you couldn’t cause much harm.

Optimus agreed and the Autobots followed you to your home through heavily wooded back roads. You were true to your word and you were surprisingly welcomingly to them. There’s a meadow near your home where the bots eagerly began setting up to rest for the night. You said your goodnights to the strange aliens and went into the small farmhouse. It was more of a cabin than anything else and you had made it very cozy over the years. There was a single bedroom, a miniscule kitchen and dining room, and a singular bathroom. You had finished washing your face and changing into pajamas and were now curling up under your covers. You felt surprisingly calm for having giant metal aliens outside. 

You were dozing off when there was a quiet tapping on your window. You thought that it was just a branch or a particularly determined bug and snuggled back into the comfortable warmth when you heard it again. You got out of bed and rubbed your bleary eyes as you walked the short distance from your bed to the window. You opened your curtains and were startled into full alertness when there was a giant face mere feet away from you, causing your formerly sleepy eyes to be all but blasted with blue light from the mech’s optics.

You quickly open the window and step back as you look up at him. You recognize the mech as the leader of the group. He was squatting down as he looked down at you through the window. He 

“I wished to speak to you, human. I can see that you were attempting to recharge but I feel that the topic is important enough to interrupt you.”

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Optimus smiled as he watched you fall asleep. He wasn't one to admit it but he found humans to be adorable. Your respiratory patterns changed to become slower and deeper while you rested and he enjoyed the mellow and relaxed look on your face. He was glad that his voice was calming enough to soothe you to sleep. He was also grateful that your window was large and your bed was close to the window. He carefully reached through the open window with two digits, delicately tucking your blanket up to your chin and petting the top of your hair a few times.

After that, Optimus did his best to close your window and quietly walked up to Jazz. Optimus had been close with Jazz for milenia and it showed in their comfortable interactions. Optimus transformed into his alt mode and settled into the spot between Jazz and Ratchet. He always recharged more easily and efficiently when he was near his closest friends. After a moment, he rumbled softly to the mech on watch.

“The human is asleep. We are very fortunate. I do not recall any interactions with any humans quite so sweet.” He said quietly to Jazz.

“You're telling me. I didn't think the tiny thing would apologize, let alone give us somewhere to stay.” Jazz responded. He wasn't a high strung mech and he could definitely appreciate good company and a comfortable recharge.

“I have introduced the human to all of us, though I am not sure how much information was retained and will be accessible tomorrow. The poor creature was falling asleep while I was speaking.” Optimus said thoughtfully. Jazz smiled at that. He had always found humans to be cute and the music that they made was a major bonus. He made a mental note to ask you in the morning what music you like to listen to. He and Optimus said their goodnights and Optimus transformed into his alt mode to recharge until it was his turn to take watch.

You and the bots woke up in the morning refreshed and recharged. It had been a long time since they had a recharge so restful and peaceful. You quickly got ready and made some breakfast for yourself before going outside to see how your guests were doing. You only watched at first, too nervous to really walk among them. You saw Ratchet setting up some tools and simply sat on a nearby log as he wrangled Bumblebee over to his makeshift station. You were fascinated by what was happening and seemed excited to see something so new. 

Ratchet placed you on his shoulder after noticing you watching him do a minor repair on Bumblebee. He was gruff and acted cranky but he was actually happy that you were interested in how their species worked. He explained the different steps that he took to repair Bumblebee’s plating and why it was important in a quiet voice. He knew that humans didn’t do well with very loud noises and kept his voice within the range of human comfort. He enjoyed the soft questions you asked and subtly scanned you to see what your health was like. He was pleased that your breakfast was adequately nutrient dense and filling enough to last you until midday. 

“We’ll make a medic out of you yet, kid.” He said in a warm tone. Bumblebee had only heard that tone a few times before. It was a bit unnerving for a moment but he quickly brushed it off. He knew how nice human companionship was and he was glad that Ratchet was seeing it for the first time. Bumblebee tried to chat with you a few times during his procedure, each time earning a smack on the back of the head and a scolding for interrupting the first training of someone that he was convinced would become the first human Autobot medical officer. 

After Ratchet was done working on Bumblebee, he carefully placed you on the ground and left to go talk to Optimus, though not before giving you a careful pat on the back and a promise to teach you more later. You were startled when Windblade quite literally snatched you up. The femme was unfamiliar with how to interact with humans, having only been on Earth for a few cycles. She was fascinated by your hair and clothes. She liked that your clothes were different colors and she loved that it was like you could have the equivalent of a new paint job more than once per day if you wanted to. She easily held you in one of her servos, gently touching the fabric of your clothing and the ornaments on your favorite jewelry while not understanding why you weren’t chatting with her as happily as you had been with Ratchet and instead were squirming. She wanted to hang out with the human too.

Jazz quickly came to your aid. He carefully scooped you out of her servo and gave her a lighthearted lecture in Cybertronian on proper human handling methods. You just blinked and went along with it as he showed her the safe ways to hold a human. You were a bit stunned as you were held in different positions in the mech’s servos and then carefully placed onto each of his shoulders. Windblade sheepishly apologized to you in English, citing her inexperience with humanity and promising not to grab you anymore without warning or a particularly good reason. 

Jazz wanted to see the town that you lived in and managed to convince you to give him a sightseeing tour. You stopped at the nearest gas station, got a slushie, and drove around with him in his alt mode. He was able to fulfil his goal of talking to you about your music taste while you both drove. Granted, he already had seen what you listen to online as he had run a background check while on watch that night, but he still wanted to chat with you about it. He had you turn on one of your playlist and enjoyed listening to you talk about your home and your favorite bands. 

When you returned from the drive, your mouth was stained by your drink and your cheeks were sore from smiling and laughing. Jazz was kind and funny and you were glad that you had stumbled upon the Autobots yesterday, even if Windblade startled you a bit at first. Speaking of Windblade, she had managed to fashion a necklace for you out of a small gear and a few other odds and ends that she had gotten from Ratchet while you and Jazz were out driving. She presented it to you and seemed incredibly pleased when you put it on. She all but gushed over how nice it looked on you and how nice it was to finally make a human friend.

Ironhide was the next mech to try to spend time with you. He approached the three of you and began asking you questions about the security of your home. He seemed shocked that you didn’t have any weapons that he deemed appropriate for home defense. Unsurprisingly to you, there were no plasma cannons on turrets or energy shields surrounding your home. Ironhide was deeply concerned about this. To him, you were already one of them. Optimus had clearly accepted you into their ranks and the rest of the team, including him, already seemed to like you plenty. You managed to win over Ratchet and that’s all he needed to get started on a home defense plan. You tried to assure him that you were fine and the most dangerous thing nearby were the raccoons that dug through the trash if you didn’t close the garbage well enough.

Ironhide wouldn’t have any of it. He decided to enlist Wheeljack to help secure your home from threats. He wanted your trash can secured from raccoons and he wanted your land free of any Cybertronian that wasn’t an Autobot. He also seemed to decide that you should be protected from humans who meant any harm and began making plans with Wheeljack. Your eyes hadn’t gone as wide as they did when they presented their plan to you since… Well, yesterday when you found out that aliens were real and very large. Between a flame thrower meant to incinerate any home invader foolish enough to knock on your front door, electrified door garbage cans, a security camera system that made Soundwave look like an amateur, a mirage system that made the entire house look like it hadn’t ever existed that Wheeljack had pointed out would be excellent for tax evasion after doing some research on the IRS, and several camouflaged blasters powerful enough to put Megatron himself on life support, they literally had everything covered. It was a little horrifying but you were also a bit impressed.

You weren’t thrilled about the idea of your home becoming a scene out of “Home Alone” but at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You gave the go ahead and watched in awe as they began building. You didn’t really think that they would actually do it but there they were, turning your cabin in the woods into a mini fortress. At one point, Wheeljack sat you down and showed you how to wire and defuse a bomb. Ratchet almost blew a gasket until Wheeljack got you some safety goggles to show that he was being safe with you. That didn’t save him from having to dodge a wrench being thrown at him but it made you giggle so he felt that it was worth it. 

It was almost the afternoon before Bumblebee finally got to spend any time with you. He was missing having a human companion and the second that Ironhide put you down to work on something with both servos, Bee took the opportunity to have another human to hang out with. He transformed with you into his alt mode while Wheeljack and Ironhide gave him the nastiest looks imaginable. He would deal with that later. For now, he wanted to enjoy your company. He drove to the other side of your property where he transformed and offered to let you play a Cybertronian game. He pulled out a large device and played a round to show you how it worked. It was essentially the equivalent of an alien Gameboy with a rhythm game. You had to smack the buttons to get enough force to push them down and it turned into a major upper body workout. You weren’t very good at the game but you still enjoyed yourself. It didn’t help that you couldn’t read the words in the game to know what was going on or that Bumblebee was too busy jamming out and encouraging you that he couldn’t translate fast enough.

The day turned into a much needed break for both you and the Autobots. You had quite a bit of fun playing with and learning from them, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary. Optimus allowed the team to stay for another night in the field after you basically begged him and the others to stay. He was glad to see that the team was having fun and he knew that the mission could wait. He also couldn’t resist the look on your face as you asked him so nicely. He was just as bad as the rest of his team and he knew it. 

That night, he came to your window again. It was clear that you were already expecting him. The curtains were open and so was your window. You were staring at him expectantly and he couldn’t help but feel pleased that you wanted to hear more about him and his world. He told you a bit more about his life before the war. He told you about the time that he knocked over a stack of hundreds of data pads on his first day on the job and how clumsy he was when he was young. You didn’t believe him at first and he found it very amusing. He told you about the first artifact that he catalogued and about the first bot that he helped find something in the archives. He told you about the games that he would play for recreation and about what his home looked like. 

It wasn’t long before you began dozing off. Optimus liked you. He enjoyed telling you stories and he liked that you were a good listener. He liked that you got along with his team and didn’t mind that they were so different from you. He sighed contentedly as he watched you sleep and once again tucked you so that you would remain comfortable throughout the night. He was thinking about the lullabies on Cybertron when he went back to the others to recharge. He would have to sing one for you the next time that the Autobots visited you. He was sure that you’d be interested in hearing it but he knew that you wouldn’t understand the lyrics. He would have to think about how to remedy the situation. 

The beginning of the next morning went similarly to the morning before but this time, you were much more comfortable with the aliens hanging out in your meadow. The upgrades to your house were finished fairly early and you had to admit, they were very cool. Would you end up using them? Almost definitely not. Did you appreciate the time and effort that Wheeljack and Ironhide put into them? Absolutely. Ratchet showed you how to disable the flamethrower while Wheeljack and Ironhide were explaining to Optimus why each upgrade was entirely necessary. He decided that they were fine because they were just to keep you safe and had Jazz link to the camera system so that they could make sure that you were okay and that there was no Decepticon activity.

Jazz had snuck off earlier and brought you back the same flavor of slushie that you had gotten on your drive together the day before. He liked how your eyes lit up when he gave you the frozen treat and carefully uploaded some Cybertronian movies and shows to your television so that you could see some of the things that he thought that you’d like from before the war. Bumblebee butted in, eagerly recommending his favorites and telling you about the plotlines of each of them. Jazz also uploaded some Cybertronian music while Bee was chatting with you. It was obvious that he wanted to expose you to their culture and show you just how wonderful Cybertron was. Bee was just happy that you was talking with him.

Windblade didn’t pick you up without permission so you showed her some of your favorite articles of clothing. You basically put on a fashion show for her while she oooo'd and ahhhh’d at your clothes, all while keeping an eye on the way that the necklace that she gave you moved as you walked. She loved that you were wearing something that she made for you. She had decided that you were her very favorite human and that she would get you something to wear every time that she saw you. She carefully took notes on your size of clothes and shoes and smiled at the idea of finding you an outfit that matched her paint color.

It was time for them to leave at noon. The declaration from Optimus was met with many sighs but each bot understood that it was for the greater good. The mission had been put off for as long as possible. All equipment was packed up and each of the bots said their goodbyes to you, promising to visit when they had time and giving you plenty of careful pats on the head, back, and shoulders. You could tell that they all meant it. Before they left, Optimus approached you with a small tablet-like device. He squatted down and offered it to you. You carefully took it and examined it. It looked like the data pads that you had seen the others reading on before but much, much smaller. You looked up at him with a tilted head and he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t seem to ever not smile when you were involved.

“Little one, we Autobots would like to remain friends with you. All of us have thoroughly enjoyed our time with you. If it would be alright, we would like to remain in contact with you. We would like to be able to communicate ideas and stories with you more easily so Wheeljack has created a Crybertronian language training module loaded onto this data pad. It will teach you our language. Please do not feel pressured to learn all at once. We simply have many stories that I would like you to enjoy that are poorly translated into any Earth tongue. The data pad will not lose its charge before we are able to return and it has a feature that will allow you to speak to any of us, should you require any assistance. You have been a most gracious host and we would like to convey our gratitude with this gift.” He explained.

He paused for a moment before speaking a bit more hesitantly this time. “I hope you will contact me, even if there is not an emergency. I would enjoy conversing with you further in the future and I know that the rest of my team feels the same way.”

You were surprised but eagerly agreed, promising to call and to practice so that he can tell you stories soon. Optimus was pleased with your answer and his smile became wider. You were a breath of fresh air to him. He gave the orders to roll out and you waved as you watched them all go. Once they were out of sight, you wandered back into your living room and began your first Cybertronian language lesson. 

Optimus was a bit sad that he would not be able to see you for a while and knew that the rest of the team felt the same way. They were much quieter than usual and the usual playful banter was replaced by a sullen silence. His voice was curious as he made his request.

“Jazz, can we get a status update on the little one?”

Jazz quickly checked the footage from the cameras and felt his spark warm. He spoke in a happy tone, clearly pleased that you were already learning how to communicate better with the team.

“The human just started their first lesson. They seem very eager to learn about Cybertron.”

That kicked off plenty of chatter within the team. The Prime was very pleased. They had been able to find someone to boost their will to fight and he knew that they all were eager to finish the next few missions so that they could have the reward of seeing you again sooner. He also figured that if you were doing a lesson so soon after they had left, it was likely that you’d call soon. That made him even more pleased.

[papayafromtv]

i do very much like the idea of jason being that responsible-irresponsible kind of older brother. like. he fits that kind of vibe, y'know? he knows he cant stop drugs from being dealt in the alley but he still cares about people so he just makes sure that no kids are involved and people have access to drugs in the safest avenue. i bet he's also like that as a brother.

he gives damian his first ever joint. not because he wants damian to smoke weed, but at 13 and starting his rebellious phase, jason would rather damian experiment in a safe environment with somebody trusted, like him. he did the same with tim and edibles.

tim and duke are allowed to drink at jason's apartment. they know if they ask politely jason will let them raid his fridge for beer, and the scandalised expression dick wore when all the siblings went to jason's place for post-patrol wind-downs and the kids instantly went to grab a pint unopposed was priceless. jason has it framed.

when bruce decided it was time to teach tim how to drive he was treated to a 25 minute expert speedrun around the backstreets of gotham without any hesitation until tim finally admited '.....yeah so actually i got given a couple driving lessons by jason.'

'when?!' bruce demands, baffled and slightly shaken by the driving style. he'd been hanging onto the ceiling for the past five minutes.

'like. i dunno. two years ago? it was around christmas.'

'two ye- WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS ALIVE BACK THEN!? YOU WERE LETTING THE RED HOOD GIVE YOU DRIVING LESSONS BACK WHEN WE THOUGHT HE WAS A RANDOM MURDERER?'

'well he caught me in bristol trying to joyride one of my mother's cars and said he 'had the responsibility of showing me the ropes'... of course i didn't get what he meant fully until i found out he was my brother, but it was still helpful.'

just jason being the irresponsible but still carefully supervising older brother that the younger ones adore and that stresses the Absolute Fuck out of helicopter parent bruce.

[honeysucklewatr]

no literally jason just wants everyone to be safe despite it all. i lub this

[amethyst-sugar]

Got a random idea that I wanted to write about real quick. So here are some headcanons for a potential new character.

Tw: violence, infantilization, parental yandere

Masterlist

Mafia man! who doesn't have much power in the Mafia sees the injustice that happens to you.

Mafia man! who betrays his whole team, going against them just to save you.

Ex-Mafia man! who takes you to his undercover house and makes you live there with him.

Ex-Mafia man! who treats you like a fragile child. Making sure you will never go through anything bad again.

Ex-Mafia man! who makes you act like a child, cause there's no other way you couldn't be one.

Ex-Mafia man! who fights off his old friends, just so you are safe from the evil world.

Ex-Mafia man! who doesn't let you leave without his secondhand man or himself.

Ex-Mafia man! who buys you whatever you want because you mentioned it in passing.

Ex-Mafia man! who just wants you to be happy being with him.

Ex-Mafia man! who makes his own connections and gains his own power.

Ex-Mafia man! who buys a new home, just so you will have all of the space you need.

Ex-Mafia man! who sees himself as a power between good and evil.

Ex-Mafia man! who turns into a bit of a vigilante, in hopes that you will feel safe again.

[maliciouscottonball]

Things have been rough and I've been thinking about waking up to snuggles from Batman in the morning.

Bruce knows it's wrong but after saving you from a mugging months ago, he's been keeping tabs on you. It must've been something about those big frightened eyes or the grateful way that you ran and hugged him after he saved you. Bruce isn't used to feeling good about himself and the way that you held onto him was addicting.

He knows where you live and work as well as every single ounce of your personal information. He just can't help himself. You start finding boxes wrapped with black paper and black bows on your doorstep every once in a while. Bruce can't help that either. He sees something that reminds him of you and buys it. It's not like he doesn't have the money for it. The gifts are always perfectly suited to your needs and interests, oftentimes embroidered or engraved with your name as well. It helps him feel like he's reimbursing you for helping him.

Bruce hasn't been feeling well recently. He's healing up from multiple broken bones and a nasty concussion, though he goes on patrol anyway. To make himself feel better after a long night, he silently climbs through your bedroom window and watches you for a bit before injecting a sedative into your system. You don't stir in the slightest as he closes your curtains and slides into bed next to you. He simply holds you, rubbing your back and scalp as he feels the loneliness and self loathing leave him. His legs tangle with yours as he holds you as close as he physically can without hurting you. It's the best rest he's gotten since he was a child.

Bruce must've miscalculated the dose thanks to his concussion last night because you wake up much earlier than him this time, somewhere around 4 AM. You wake up to a hazy mind that tries to drag you back into unconsciousness, warm arms around you, and a solid torso pressed against you as the massive figure beside you quietly rests. You begin to panic, squirming and trying to get free, which wakes Bruce up as well. The only thing that he can think to do is inject you with a different medication that knocks you out before cuddling back up to you again. He knows that he'll have to do something to fix this and convince you that it's all okay but for now, he just wants to hold you.

[cup-of-doodles]

Hey Noodle! Just saying again that I LOVED your post about Yandere Superman. Tumblr desperately needs more content of the blue boy scout as a platonic yandere.

Saw that questions were okay so, might be random but *cough cough*... Between omega Clark and alpha Clark, which one do you think would be worse to have as a platonic yandere and why? I know the alpha version might be the more common answer, but the omega version being more dangerous for some reason is just so ✨✨. Doesn't have to be traditional omegaverse. And if you don't like omegaverse you can ignore this message.

My other question is, which character are you most excited to write for and why? I saw you mentioned Bruce and Dick, so what do you find most interesting when it comes to writing about those two as yanderes?

of course! I love omegaverse and will likely write about it in the future!!

Out of the two I feel like omega!Clark would be the most clingy. While alpha!Bruce would be very protective of you, you could probably keep to yourself for the most part. Bruce would let you get away with not wanting him in your space, or not wanting to talk, the small things. Cos I mean he's pretty solitary himself, as long as you don't leave the house and eat at dinnertime he doesn't mind as much.(You still have a bedtime, must sleep in his nest or near it, and aren't allowed to leave the manor grounds, or go into the cave unattended. If we're talkin parental!yan bruce he probably calls it 'papa's office')

Clark on the other hand, is extremely clingy. He wants to take care of you! He has to! You're his little human, and humans are so fragile. Sure, alpha!Bruce is naturally protective, but caring for someone smaller and more fragile comes more naturally and much more easily to omega!Clark. He's in your space, and if you react poorly it just makes him worried, and he's in your space more. When you talk back, he gently chides you and if you do it again he leaves you in your room to "reflect on your actions" for a while. With Bruce, kicking and screaming will end with you being left alone, but with Clark it does nothing. He just restrains you fairly easily, telling you to stop being fussy with him. In his head, he's just here to help! why would you kick at him?? :(

He makes you take naps with him, eat with him, he pick your clothes, controls what you do in your free time, he just wants you to be happy and healthy! If he hears or sees changes to your vitals, he's hovering over you in an instant. I would definitely say there has been a few times he's been at work and he's heard your heart rate increase due to small things like tripping over something, and he comes rushing home in an instant, just to check on you.

When it comes to writing other characters, I just in general really like Richard Grayson, not just as a yandere but as a character. He's one of my favorite DC characters overall, tied with superman. I actually have a hurt/comfort fic from his pov in my wips right now but I've just been lazy with it. I like Bruce as well, but not nearly as much as his eldest unfortunately :( Still love him though! as a yandere I think he would be interesting because I feel like he would avoid being too indulgent with what he wants, and its something you don't see people write about. He just isn't used to showing affection and would probably come off as cold without meaning to, it would be fun to think about. :)

[yanderismo]

*I eat it in one bite* Delicious 🤌

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

I'm golden-child!Jason and not-even-a-silver-egg!Dick truther for life, and that's so funny.

Bruce is used to the chaos he calls his son, so when Jason actually behave, Bruce is soooo confused.

Like, what do you mean Bruce can tell him to not do something and Jason will??? Obey??? The order??? Dick would never.

Bruce, fully prepared for scandal: You are not allowed to jump from one wardrobe to another, it's dangerous for you.

Little Jason, who has no idea why he should: Ok? I wasn't planning to anyway.

Confused Bruce: You wasn't?

Little Jason who are scared to touch anything here, because it probably costs more than his life: I don't want to ruin the mansion...

More Confused Bruce: You don't?!

Or 

Bruce: so, you are saying that if I tell you to sit in your room and read books, you will really sit in your room and read books?

Little Jason, who has no idea why he shouldn't: Yeah?

Bruce, whispering to Alfred: I didn't know they could do that.

[arkred]

Ok, I love this.

So, this shit is why when Jason died he took Bruce down with him.

His precious golden child let him alone with his first goblin and then the next door menace just moved over for "the greater good of gotham".

Oh, don´t get him wrong. He loves his kids with all his heart but the reason he´s graying is either the last fight with Dick over not taking a single dime of his trust fund to go live like a hobo in knock off Gotham slums or the whispers of what Young Justice was maybe-but-you-can´t-prove-it doing last weekend.

He`s suffering and Alfred´s dead eyed stare won´t even let him vent ´cause he was worse and he knows it.

[astraea-f-blueblack]

Batman: Damned has stunning arts, fascinating story and totally naked Bruce Wayne. Thank you DC.

[sisaloofafump]

Clark and his Ma and Pa in Superman Confidential

[platonicyanderereverie]

Hii happy new year!!

First of all, your writings are amazing like OH MY GOD. The way you write platonic yanderes is just 🤌🤌 love your thoughts!! I now may or may not have a hyperfixation on platonic yan!superman and it's all thanks to you (respectfully) you gave me brainworms 😔🫵

I've been thinking on maybe getting more bits on him? (Maybe even a continuation to apprentice!reader, when Clark folds under cuteness aggression/thinks reader's home situation isn't the best or smth and finally yoinks them) With maybe (partially) willing reader? I'm just thinking about Clark doting on reader who's honestly just happy to be here and it's so funny. Like. "Free dad?? In this economy? You know what hell yeah"

Whether it'd be headcanons/scenario/etc is fine. And please feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like writing at all or the concept just doesn't click with you obv!! Take care and stay hydrated!! 🫵💗

HAPPY LATE NEW YEAR! Tumblr lowkey crashed while I was writing this🥹 I’ve been meaning to get to this request for awhile but Yk…busy heh. ALSO TYSM💕 im glad you like my work! Gotta get people on the superman train w me😼😼

Thank you for requesting! This was kinda short cuz I’m sleepy😞 so forgive any mistakes as well..

{Platonic yandere superman x Willing apprentice! reader}

[WARNINGS: the usual to be expected with the yandere behaviour, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome?🥹]

Clark adores you, and you soak it up. He’s very observant, he notices everything you do around the office, unpacked lunches, the way you carry yourself, the way you seek out touch or times when you averse it. Someone who’s too independent too early, and that just breaks his heart.

You poor thing, you don’t have many people looking out for you do you? (Is the conclusion he comes to) It both deeply upsets and breaks his heart at the same time. He tries to keep himself in line, he really does, except he wilts anytime he sees you being overworked and not taken care of.

How could anyone not treat you right and give you everything you deserve?? And so, he makes a decision. Him actually taking you isn’t harsh or a spur of the moment thing, no, he doesn’t want you afraid or upset. It’s something inconspicuous, maybe him offering you a ride home after it gets late, and you? You graciously accept. It’s nothing out of the usual, afterall, Clark is always warm and willing to help.

Except…you end up in his apartment and it just spirals from there, “bad weather”, insistence on you staying the night, saying it’s too dark and dangerous. One way or another, you find yourself nestled under blankets that smell like him…Well what’s one night,right? You wake up to the smell of breakfast and a hand running through your hair, coaxing you awake. You preen at being taken care of and not having to worry.

When, after multiple excuses and…odd circumstances, you inevitably realise you’re not leaving. After the initial spike of panic…you realise that—well…could be worse? He’s given you food, warmth and affection that you’re otherwise wayy too broke for in this economy. And so, you find yourself with a free father figure. (and a lot less freedom and autonomy but shhhh) rejoice!

Clark is relieved that you’re not freaking out. He rewards you by doubling his doting, he makes sure you’re safe, fed and happy. A pretty good exchange all things considered…He sets boundaries and plants himself into his well deserved role. You need a dad he’s decided, and he will be exactly that.

[yanderismo]

AAAAWWWWWW. I REALLY WANT TO SQUEEZE CLARK AND PUT HIM IN A LITTLE JAR

[cup-of-doodles]

A slice of life ft. yan superman

What is it like living with yan!superman? I made a(really self indulgent) day in the life! Superman, in my head, is a combination of Bendis run superman, all star superman, the current superman run, and Corwenswet supes so there might be parallels with those. if you haven't read the comics I mentioned, go read them! they're all pretty good in my opinion. Though, this is probably really ooc

gender neutral reader, SFW

tw: implied stalking, infantilization, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, reader isn’t exactly willing, is implied to have struggled against Supes before (i don’t condone doing any of the things listed here irl, and if you do, you’re kinda gross)

In all your time dating, and even just talking to people and making friends, Clark Kent was the least creepy, most comically normal, person you had ever met. He was sweet, called his mother at least once a day, and made all his own lunches from scratch(which is impressive considering the quality).

So looking back you don't blame yourself, you couldn't have known. You couldn't have guessed just how much he loved you. It’s not like he did any of this to hurt you, he could never!! :(

he just wants what’s best for you!

-morning-

When you wake up, you're by yourself. Even though he makes sure to stay with you until you fall asleep, he still has people to save, so more often than not you wake up alone. You slowly, in the hopes that he doesn't hear that you're awake and moving, attempt to sit up and get out of bed by yourself. You always hope to find out if he keeps the bedroom door locked while you're sleeping,(he keeps the other doors locked during the day, so why not this one?) but you never make it that far.

In barely the blink of an eye there's a flash of color, and Superman, who you've long since learned is Clark Kent, is at your bedside, looking at you like he's looking at the sun. Sometimes he appears with scorch marks, or scratches on the suit, or just generally dirty, or not even in costume, but today isn't one of those days. He smiles down at you, his hair slightly windswept.

"Good morning sunshine." He speaks gently and softly, like how you might speak to a child or a small animal. It's as if he thinks that if speaks any louder he might scare you away(like he hasn't done other things that terrify you).

Shortly after that, you're out of bed, and in the kitchen. Clark makes you breakfast, and you're served with the thick plastic and rubber silver ware that toddlers use. Clark claimed metal was too dangerous. You take your first bites of food, and Clark looks at you, happily waiting to hear what you think of breakfast. You've learned to just eat when he serves you, as you've figured out the hard way that he doesn't think force feeding you is beneath him. After all, its all for your own good.

"How is it? Good I hope?" He asks. Mentally, you don't want to grace him with a response, but you know that's not the best idea, even if the food is pretty good. You do your best to maintain a somewhat believable smile. "It's good."

Clark chatters at you for a bit while you eat. He talks about what he did while you were asleep, the cats he rescued, grandmas he helped across the street, etc. You lose track of what he's saying, choosing to look out of the kitchen window behind him. The sky is it's usual clear warm blue, and even if you weren't too much of an outdoorsy person before, what you wouldn't give to get to be one now. To be outside, away from this farmhouse, away from this stupid flat grassy land, and away from Clark.

"Sunshine? Sugarplum?" He says gently. It's as if he knows you're thinking about him. You always wondered why he couldn’t just call you by your name like a normal person. "You alright? Dija' hear me? I was just talking about how me and Batman had a little run in."

You try to make it sound like you're paying attention, but all you can muster is a "mhm". This earns you a look of concern from Clark. He cups the side of your face with one of his large hands, forcing you to stare up at his worried expression. "Sugarplum, you've been spacey lately. Are you okay?"

There's a pause before you speak again. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

It's such a stupid question, but after a moment you think about it: even if you can't really do much of anything, you can make him feel bad. just as a treat. After all, you deserve to get back at him. You think of what could make him feel guilty, before ultimately deciding on the easiest option. "I think maybe I'm just use to being quiet more since I'm all cooped up, and home alone most days."

His frown contorts into one with less worry as he thinks about what you said. It’s like he knows what you’re trying to do. Clark lifts his hand to pat your head. “I know you want outside time, but that’s not happening buddy. You know what happens when you go outside. You get all cranky and don’t want to come back in.” You scowl and he plants a kiss on your forehead. “Nice try though.”

And with that there goes your attempt at freedom for the day. When Clark first brought you here, you fought him on everything. Eat his cooking? You wouldn’t be caught dead. Do your chores? Never. Go to bed? He would have to tuck you in kicking and screaming. But being angry is exhausting, and you could only manage it for so long. With time, you stared to eat what he fed you, do what he told you, and sleep when he tucked you in. You could tell it made Clark happy, in his own weird way.

Slowly, you tried less and less to fight him, now only really testing Clark once or twice a day. You really were too tired to do much more.

-midday-

It’s been a few hours since Clark left for work, leaving you by yourself in the house. While it’s boring, it’s not as bad as it used to be. Because of your “bad behavior” when you first arrived, you had nothing to do besides chores. He later revealed to you that he only gave you things to do because he didn’t want you sitting around doing nothing while he was at work. It wasn’t wrong for him to worry about it, after a while being idle started taking a toll on your mental health(in addition to the obvious being held captive part), and you started doing chores. Eventually he gave you more things to do, books to read, games to play, he even started getting you stuff for hobbies.

Today you started your chores in the kitchen. The kitchen was really the only room Clark ever made you do chores in, but doing the dishes while he’s gone only takes up so much time. After about ten minutes you move on to sweeping the entryway near the front of the house, and as per usual you eye the door.

You stand there, looking out it’s square front windows. This mental exchange happens every day. Even if it’s locked, your first instinct would be to pull the handle and run outside, but you’ve long since learned not to do that. You don’t know how he does it , but as soon as the door so much as creaks, no matter where he is, he’s there, in front of you, ushering you away from the door.

Once you’re done sweeping you settle down for lunch, eating what Clark left for you in the fridge. It’s good, as per usual, and has a little note on it: “don’t forget to eat!” written in his usual not-quite-sloppy handwriting, surrounded by several hearts and stars and a happy face for good measure. You don’t really know why he took to writing notes, you know he sees them thrown out or left around the house. Though you do feel a bit guilty for some reason when you don’t read them, but you’d do almost anything else before you tell him that.

After lunch you go over what you want to do for the rest of the day, scanning over books and dvds that have all been worn over time from use. After learning that you were willingly doing your chores consistently, as a reward Clark would bring home a book or movie or two. You never really told him what movies you wanted to watch, he just seemed to know what your favorite movies were, it was strange. You always figured that he watched you for a while before bringing you here, but really thinking about it makes you sick. Since then, you’ve never requested anything specific from him, he just brings things home he thinks you’ll like.

One of the books you had read before was a recipe book, but if Clark doesn’t let you handle regular metal silverware, then the oven is likely out of the question. On days like these you tend to think about taking a nap, but when you nap during the day, you don’t sleep well, and then Clark notices… not worth it. You decide to watch all of the Ironman movies again. If only superheroes like that existed instead of the ones you have. But that would be unrealistic, now wouldn’t it?

The rest of the afternoon passes rather quickly.

-evening-

By the time Clark gets home, you’ve generally done all that you can do to entertain yourself. While he does his best to supply you with dvd’s to watch(all movies he approves), and games and activities to play, its only every now and then you get something new besides books to read. At this time of the day you tend to find yourself sitting and doing nothing. Maybe daydreaming. Early on when he brought you here you would let yourself daydream frequently, however they would oftentimes end up circling back to memories of your family, friends, and just in general the freedom you used to have. After a while, daydreaming just made you sad.

When Clark walks through the door, he’s positively beaming. He picks you up like you weigh nothing and circles his arms around you in a tight hug, droning on about how he missed you. 'Hiya sugarplum!', 'I missed you sweetpea!' and the like. He plants several soft kisses on your forehead as he talks, you don’t flinch and pull away like you used to. What point would there be?

He smiles “Did you eat your lunch? I made extra of it so you can have some tomorrow since you love it so much.” Clark always checks to see if you’ve eaten. At one point you would refuse to eat out of defiance, but starving gets old eventually.

“Yeah, I ate.” You reply curtly. He pinches your cheek gently. “I bet you’re hangry, it’s been a while since lunchtime and I’m late…” He trails off, hands moving from your face to his hair, running through it frustratedly. “Gosh, you need dinner. Poor thing.”

You find yourself scooped up and placed in the wooden chair he keeps by the kitchen counter. He grabbed the extra chair from the dining room, claiming that he just ‘enjoys having you around even when he’s doing other things', but you’re convinced he just wants to monitor you any time he can.

Every so often he reaches out from whatever he’s doing at the stove to pat you on the head. On occasion he gently scratches behind your ear, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Try as you might to avoid conversation, Clark decides to talk at you. Even if you aren’t listening or responding, he still tells you about his day whilst not expecting a response, like one might with a pet. After a while, he stares at you silently and expressionlessly, waiting for pasta to boil.

Making eye-contact feels awkward, and a little too much like the defiance you once gave up. Rather than give yourself any false hope of hurting him in some way, you fiddle with the bottom of your shirt, avoiding looking at him. It almost feels like he would blast you away with his laser vision if he looked any harder. It's uncomfortable. After the prolonged silence, he speaks, cupping your cheek in his hand like before.

"You've been so good recently." His hand that was holding the pot comes up to find a chunk of your hair to play with. (he does this regardless of hair texture, even if you insist on him keeping his hands to himself. he doesn't seem to understand the concept of not patting your head, even if it musses your hair up. If you wear a head covering of some kind he just pats your head gently.) "You've been eating all your meals on time, going to bed, you haven't been yelling or kicking me, you do all your chores, all without being so fussy like you used to be..." he sighs, the blank expression he'd been wearing before changing into one of reflection.

"You've been spacey lately, and I just wish you'd be a little chattier." He says in his usual soft, sing-song voice, as if he's just complaining to a friend that they've been a bit quiet, not is prisoner. Clark scrunches his nose, deep in thought as he turns down the heat on the noodles, testing to see if they're done. He hands you one to nibble on. The wrinkles on his nose quickly melt away, replaced by a wide smile. "Why don't we have some outside time tomorrow? I'll get home early from work, we'll walk around the yard for a while, you can watch me put the neighbor's cows away. Doesn't that sound fun?"

You'd rather be caught dead than openly admit to Clark that 'outside time' is a good idea, but god, if stretching your legs doesn't sound nice. To be outside, to breathe fresh, unfiltered air. You hesitantly nod. Clark turns the stove off and brings the pot of noodles to the sink, the puffs of steam as he strains the noodles fogging up his glasses.

"I know I told you no this morning, but you've been so well behaved recently."

-night-

Dinner was good. Clark's cooking is always good. You hate that about it. It makes you think of being anywhere else, and at this point that saddens you more than anything. You don't want to think of the outside that you're missing. But if you don't eat Clark will force feed you so there isn't much of a choice.

Your body, trained by nights and nights of the same routine, has started to slow with tiredness. Your bedtime isn't long after dinner. Being full of warm spaghetti and garlic bread doesn't exactly help either. This doesn't go unnoticed by Clark, who gently pats your head before taking up your empty plate. He rinses them off in the sink, cleaning them diligently before drying them and setting them on a rack by the sink. He then turns to you. You with your head in your arms on the counter.

You hate that your body has adapted to this. That it so willingly learned when you're supposed to be in bed, that it so easily warped to his schedule, what he wanted for you. It makes you want to flail your limbs around in protest, to force your body to wake up, but you can't. All you can do is yawn, pressing your cheek to the inside of your forearm. Clark seems to find that cute. He carefully lifts you up from your chair, cradling you to his chest. "Are we sleepy sunshine?" He looks rather pleased with himself. You don't respond. "I'll take that as a yes."

He carries you up to your room, keeping you tucked against him. When you get to your bedroom, he maneuvers you to hold you with one arm, searching for some pajamas for you to wear. He changes you as quickly and respectfully as he can, hands lingering no longer than absolutely necessary. You could almost close your eyes and imagine anyone else taking care of you. You've done it before, he notices when you do.

After what can be no longer than a few minutes, he tucks you in, before sitting on the side of the bed, just gently holding your hand. You don't know how long he stays there, you never do, or when he leaves, but you fall asleep like that, trying your absolute hardest to ignore him. to ignore the impossibly warm, overbearing presence by your bedside.

[yanderismo]

YEAH, FINALLY, I WAS ANTICIPATING THIS, WAITING FOR THIS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I love that it got straight to the point, with us already arrested and Clark interacting with us. Clark is my favorite in a home setting; he just gives off that homebody vibe. UGHHH, SO GOOD!

Reading this made me imagine Clark singing some Kryptonian lullaby while he puts us to sleep, stroking our backs or something like that 🥺🥺

[butterflymasqed]

Yandere!Online Friend is just too funny to me. They'll find every single one of your social media accounts, secret alternate usernames, and even your IRL accounts that you begrudgingly allow them into...

But that's all they can do.

They're stuck, watching with so much jealousy as you post Instagram stories of you and your friends. They see people flood your comments, people that are your classmates, but they don't recognize. And worst of all, they can't do or say anything about it. They're just your friend, after all. An online one, whom you'd deliberately hide things from just for common sense. If they do even one wrong thing, you could block them, and they'd never get to talk to you again!

Well... on their main account anyways. God knows how many alts they've made already.

Even though you're close, you're still putting on some kind of front. They might get a secret side of you, a more "cringe" or "fandom" one, but that's still so limited. That's still hardly anything. Which side of you is the "real" one? Can they be sure that they're getting the authentic you? OR IS SOMEONE ELSE GETTING THE AUTHENTIC YOU?!?!?!

Yandere!Online Friend who deludes themself into thinking that you're only truthful to them, but deep down, they're dissatisfied. They might get parts of you that you never show anyone else, but who knows if you're ever being honest?

All they can do is check-up on your "secret" online-diary on some niche website, and pretend that their pillow is you. Damn you, Y/N. Why do you have to live across the country..?

(Romantic or platonic!)