#yandere jon kent

[artemis32]

yandere superfam drabble i

listen, i have a ton of ideas for the batfam. really, i do. but come on. superfam.

dc masterlist

Thinking about Clark and his family as yanderes.

Individually, they're enough of a headache, but together? Damn.

Clark Kent sees himself as your father. The problem with him as a yandere is, he's genuinely terrifying. I mean, ignoring the fact that this man is literally Superman, he's also incredibly delusional.

I think most people downplay, or forget exactly how strong this man is. He's strong, fast, and so insanely smart. All that being said, there is literally zero chance of you avoiding him, under any circumstances.

The only saving grace in this situation is the fact that he's, like I said, delusional. Not in a 'oh, I know this is kind of wrong, but I can justify it as being right' kind of way. Rather, he wholeheartedly believes he's helping you, doing the best thing for you by allowing his obsession and thoughts of you overtake your life.

You don't even have the luxury of a slow descent into the situation. His mindset regarding you shifted really quickly, and by the time you were clued in on it, you'd already been stolen away to a farm in the middle of nowhere, ripped away from your life without warning.

The only aspect of his mindset that doesn't quite fit in with the delusional yandere archetype is the fact that, if you push the right buttons, he will absolutely fly off the handle. That in itself proves that, no matter how much he insists otherwise, he knows what he's done to you is wrong.

Jon Kent is a carbon copy of his father. He firmly believes that your place in life is with them, as a part of their family. The fact that you weren't born into the family means nothing to him. If you weren't meant to be with them, the your paths would never have crossed.

The only difference between him and Clark is that Jon has no doubt in his mind that what they're doing is okay. Clark is delusional; Jon is deranged. A part of you believes you can't really blame him - he's a child, a product of his environment. If that's what he was taught his whole life, by the people he loved and trusted, then of course he didn't see a problem with it. But the larger part of you still hated him, hated the fact that he saw you as the crazy one, as if his family hadn't abducted you from your crappy Metropolis apartment in the middle of the night.

And the fact that he was a few years younger than you didn't stop him from treating you like a child. Granted, he was insanely strong and fast, but that didn't mean you had to enjoy him manhandling you as easily as his father and brother whenever he thought you were getting too fussy.

Conner Kent, a few years your senior, isn't like Clark or Jon. He's completely aware of what they're doing to you, of how invasive and creepy it is. He just doesn't care.

I'd almost argue that him being fully aware of how wrong it all was might've been creepier than the shared delusion of Clark and Jon, especially since he could stare you dead in the eye, blank faced at the sight of your tears, and tell you in the most monotonous voice you've ever heard that he didn't care about what you wanted.

Besides a few uncanny moments with him, he was mostly pretty cocky and snide, with this keen way of getting under your skin. It's almost as if he revelled in the fact that you knew he knew they were wrong, the fact that he could do something to help you get away from all this, but he just... didn't.

The worst part was, if he hadn't, you know, kidnapped you, you might've liked him. He was easy to like, if you ignored the annoying sarcasm and ever-present smirk, the type of person you might've wanted to be friends with.

Too bad he spoiled all that by being batshit crazy.

Lois Lane, to her credit, was against the idea at first. She acted as the voice of reason in the family. Or, at least, she tried to. But the men in her family were nothing if not determined.

She realised how crazy, how morally wrong it was to rip someone away from their life for what you thought might be best for them. She also realised how terrified you'd be, surrounded by people, beings who were so much stronger than you, able to subdue you with little more than the tip of a pinky finger.

But, in the end, they won her over. The idea of someone to take care of, someone normal in the family - someone like her, and a daughter to boot - the offer was too sweet to pass up on. She's an odd mix of mindsets, a point somewhere between Clark's delusion and Conner's unwavering sanity, and that makes her scarier than the rest of them, somehow.

The fact that she knows it's wrong, but is able to convince herself it's for your own good - that's terrifying.

Though, she is great in the motherly role, acting as neutral ground for whenever one of the others overwhelm you past what you can reasonably handle. She seems to have a sixth sense for your threshold too, appearing as if out of thin air whenever you're close to snapping at one of the three men who are always in your hair.

Out of all four of them, you'd admit to liking her the most, though admittedly, it's for a selfish reason. She's the easiest person to slip by - the rest of them have super sight and hearing, and even if you could slip away, they'd catch up to you in a few seconds flat. Lois, as much as you may dislike her, was only human. Yes, she had this weird sense for when you'd try to pull something, but for the most part, you had more leeway with her than anyone else.

As a result, you stuck to her like glue, which lead to Jon whining that you were playing favourites. Jon, you could understand. He was a child, one who was used to getting his way most of the time. Clark, however, also tended to develop a strangely endearing pout whenever you ignored him, one that had even Lois caving and forcing you to spend time with someone other than her.

One thing all of them had in common was the fact that they were so damn clingy. They seemed magnetically drawn to you, hanging off of you like children at all hours of the day. It was infuriating, constantly having your personal space intruded upon.

Even at night, when you tried to sleep, you'd wake to find Conner or Jon sliding in beside you, or, even worse, you'd mysteriously wake up in Clark and Lois' bed the next morning. That always made you uncomfortable - how had they managed to move you several rooms down without you once waking up?

Your only saving grace was that all four had their own lives outside of the household, often leaving for work or school, or even patrols, so you very rarely had to deal with all four at the same time. Your favourite days were the ones when it was just you and Lois. You could slip away in the morning, right after Jon caught the bus to school, and spend the entire day away from the prison-like household.

They at least trusted you enough to let you roam around the farm freely. Well, not trusted, exactly. More like, they knew you couldn't get far before one of them caught up to you.

The perks of living in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

On the bright side, they acted as if the entire household revolved around you. You could decide what everyone ate for breakfast and dinner, you could decide the 'family activity' of the week. They tended to give in to what you wanted pretty easily, on the condition that you gave them something in return, whether it be attention, affection, or some crudely handmade gift that wasn't worth much.

Despite their joyful front though, they could all be terrifying, especially Clark. You'd learnt that the hard way when they'd first taken you. One of them snapping usually only happened if you put yourself in harm's way, but there were other circumstances where they (Clark), felt punishment was warranted.

You'd once made the mistake of making genuinely hurting Lois (or, her feelings at least), to the point of making her cry. Once, and never again.

But since then, you'd learnt how to play your cards, how to skate by in the Kent household with only a small dose of anxiety. You'd managed to avoid being metaphorically (and literally) shackled to the bed, like when you'd first arrived. Time had made things easier - time, and getting to know them.

As much as you were loathed to admit it, getting to know them had made it easier to handle them. It'd been a hard pill to swallow originally, but as the months went by, you'd had to accept the fact that you weren't going anywhere, and it was better to adapt to the situation than remain sullen and miserable for the rest of your life.

They seemed to believe you were slowly but surely coming around to the idea of being a part of their family. You definitely acted like it. But deep down, you were biding your time, waiting, planning for the perfect moment.

You'd leave, run and hide, go to furthest corner of the earth to get away from them. You always thought you would, and one day, you did.

#yandere #dark content #female reader #dc #superfam #yandere superfam #yandere superfam x reader #conner kent #kon el #clark kent #kal el #jon kent #lois lane #superman #superboy #yander connor kent #yandere clark kent #yandere lois lane #yandere jon kent #platonic #platonic yandere

[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

hey! can i ask for yandere jon kent in a soulmate au setting, where he finds his soulmate in a normal civilian, who seems to be easily charmed by his boyish charm, at least at first

Soulmate! Yandere! Jon Kent x Reader

Jon Kent x reader or Jon Kent/reader

Yandere!Jon Kent x reader or Yandere Jon Kent x Reader

Word count: 4719 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, stalking, imprisonment, adult Jon Kent, obsession. Other than that, there's no s*x or anything of the like.

Let us say that it’s one of those soulmate AUs where you have your soulmate’s name written somewhere on your body. You would have “Jonathan Samuel Kent” wrapped around your wrists like a natural and skin-deep bracelet. Your name is stapled up Jon’s arms, boxy and impersonal letters pressed under his skin, yet he has traced each letter with a sense of reverence ever since he was a little kid, dreaming of when he would finally get to meet you.

Clark was probably a yandere for Lois as well, (he seems like the type), and she was more than happy to indulge him, likely having some of the tendencies too. I can imagine them being attached at the hip whenever they’re at home, never being found alone in a room. Jon probably once wondered if they actually were tied together by an invincible ribbon. It seemed improbable that the two of them were never separated except when Clark was out as Superman. They were together all the time, even at work, both working at The Daily Planet. This was probably how Jon developed his unhealthy love tendencies. He has always adored both of his parents, finding their relationship flawless. The idea of having something like that himself was a thought that he would fall asleep at night dreaming about. His parents’ unhealthy tendencies sowed the seed of disturbing obsession within him.

As a kid, Jon loved writing your name in his school books, every page filled with his rounded letters spelling out “Y/n”. Some of his teachers had been concerned about his seeming obsession with your name and existence; It was normal for kids to be intrigued by the letters stretching out somewhere on their skin, but not to the overly passionate extent of Jon. When this was brought up to Jon’s parents, they simply waved it off. Jon was a good kid, so what if he was a bit obsessed with the name on his arms? They saw nothing wrong with it. As a matter of fact, Clark had been the exact same, and Lois too, although to a lesser degree than her husband. Thus Jon was allowed to let his fixation run wild.

As Jon got older, joined high school and started working together with Damian, he kept looking for you. He had Googled your full name at least a million times without luck. It stung every time, but he refused to stop.

Every time he saved someone around his age, while out patrolling the streets as Superboy, he’d carefully ask their name, hoping for yours to slip from their tongue… it never did. Damian teased him, finding his desperate attempts at finding you pathetic. “I just don’t wanna miss ‘em!” The blue-eyed teen would argue back, frustrated by your elusiveness. 

If Jon was honest with himself, he had hoped for a high school-sweetheart type of romance, but as he became eighteen and left secondary education, that dream was dashed. Jon’s next dream was that the two of you would attend the same university. He even took a year off under the guise of helping his father at the farm, in reality, it was so he could search for you and attempt to see if you went to any of the nearby universities. He wanted to up your chances of meeting each other. 

After high school, Jon was slowly dragged down by the idea that the two of you would never cross paths and that he’d forever have to resign his fate to someone else. There were those whose soulmates died before they ever met or those who didn’t meet their soulmates until they had already fallen in love and made a family with someone else. It was rare, most preferring to wait for the one whose name was written on their skin… but “rare” did not mean impossible. Clark tried his best to cheer up Jon, but no matter what he said, the young man couldn’t help the feeling that he was doomed.

It was ironically when he stopped looking for you, and started his education at Metropolis university, that you appeared in his life. Damian was the one to introduce the two of you. The green-eyed man had met you at Gotham university where you shared a class. The two of you had gotten along surprisingly well, to the point that Damian considered you a close friend. You were neither from Gotham nor Metropolis, as a matter of fact, you might’ve even been from a completely different country. This explained why Jon had never been able to find you, he had always assumed that you only lived a few streets away from him, when in reality you had lived your entire life in a completely different city, never even being near him, until the day Damian invited both of you to the manor. 

When Jon had first shaken hands with you, he had thought nothing special of you. He was impressed that Damian was able to keep you around, and he thought that you seemed pretty cool but other than that you were simply one of Damian’s civilian friends. It wasn’t until he ended up introducing himself and asking for your name that he was rendered frozen. As soon as the words left your mouth, Jon had to excuse himself, it was almost comical how he had waited for this moment his entire life, yet when it finally arrived, he ran away from it. 

It didn’t take him long to return, his demeanour entirely changed. What had previously been charming, albeit shy, smile on his lips had now turned into an almost scarily fixed mien. Had you not known better, you’d have thought that Jon had gotten a Glasgow smile carved into his round cheeks by the Joker himself. As the hangout progressed and the day turned to evening, you started to distance yourself from Jon, almost clambering to be close to Damian at all times. The way Jon stared into your eyes reminded you of the way a predator gazed at its prey. He seemed ready to pounce at any moment, and you didn’t want to be in his line of sight when it happened.

Jon was oblivious to the discomfort he was causing you, instead staring enviously at how you practically hung off Damian’s arm. It made him consider whether the two of you were really “just friends”, or whether the two of you were engaging in, (what was to him), dissident behaviour. “Cheating” on your soulmates by being in an intimate relationship with each other. You weren’t. But the more Jon scared you, the closer you kept to Damian, and the closer you kept to Damian, the more intense Jon’s staring became. It was a vicious cycle and by the time you were meant to go home, you were deadly afraid that Jon would follow. 

Damian had, of course, picked up on both Jon’s unusual behaviour and your poorly hidden fright. So, when it was time that both you and Jon had to leave, Damian offered to walk you home, an offer you were relieved to accept. Jon didn’t like it though, offering to walk you home himself, since he was going anyways, but both you and Damian shot down the idea with obvious hostility. Jon was convinced something was going on, entirely unaware of how bizarre he had been since he heard your name.

Damian more or less ordered Jon to go home before you, Jon was aware that he couldn’t outright challenge Damian’s command, it was his home, after all. However, he refused to just let you leave with Damian…Alone. No! What if you guys did something while he wasn’t there, like holding hands or…or… Kissing! NO! Jon refused! So, as soon as he had said goodbye to both of you, he floated, (as quietly as he could), up to the roof of the manor, avoiding the sensors that Damian had once shown him and then he settled into a crouch, the soles of his converse being held to the slippery tiles with the help of his super-human levitation.

It didn’t take long for you and Damian to exit the manor, slowly making your way to the Wayne garage. At first, Jon was confused, weren’t you guys going to your place? It made him nervous about what you two could be planning on doing when no one else was there, yet his fears seemed unfounded as Damian’s expensive black car soon rolled out. Oh! He was driving you! Now it all made sense in Jon’s mind! Jon didn’t have a car! …There really was no need when he could fly… But, of course, Damian couldn’t risk Jon showing his powers either by flying you or if he had to protect the two of you if you’d get mugged… which was almost a certainty in Gotham, if you were stupid enough to walk at night. Obviously! Why hadn’t Jon thought of that! …Well because that really hadn’t been on the top of Damian’s mind either when he refused to let the Kryptonian walk you home, but Jon didn’t even begin to suspect any other motive.

Following the car, Jon was able to learn where you lived and, oh boy… He wasn’t happy. You lived in an average Gotham university dorm, which was, to put it mildly…lacking. Jon considered it once, letting his baby blue eyes scan the building, and he already found no less than five fire hazards and was sure that if he blew a little too hard on it, all the windows would explode. How could Damian have let you live like this?! Jon sure as heck wouldn’t, at least not for long.

Jon knew that he couldn’t just kidnap you, or “Bring you home”, as he put it. That’d be unusually cruel, and he was lucid enough to realise that you didn’t know him well enough to just accept your destined love outright, but that was okay, he had waited his entire life for you, he could wait a little more. So, he drew up a plan on how to get you to love him. He would watch over you and occasionally strike when the time was right, bumping into you on the street, seeing you in the library etc. Even better, by watching over you he would be able to find out all the topics you were interested in and research them, it would be perfect, he surmised. You two would have so much to talk about!

You would officially meet for the second time one day when you were walking home from the supermarket, clutching a heavy plastic bag filled with the cheap food that most college students buy. You were in your own world, maybe you were listening to music or maybe you were just enjoying the rare Gotham sun, what exactly you were doing doesn’t really matter. Suddenly, the arm of a stranger was slung around your shoulders, dragging you closer to their body. You almost screamed, but then Jon announced his presence with a loud, “Hey! Haven’t seen you since we were at Damian’s!”... An effortless lie.

At first, his sudden appearance frightened you and with your last meeting going horrendously, you were on edge. Still, as Jon started to talk more it became hard for you to keep up your guard. He wasn’t smiling like a creep anymore, rather his face had become the epitome of friendliness, you had no idea what had changed. But Jon did… After your last meeting, Damian confronted Jon about his behaviour and while the blue-eyed man had ignored his friend for the most part, internally accusing him of just wanting to steal Jon’s soulmate for himself, he did catch on to one thing. “Your psycho smile creeped them out!”... So his smile had been the problem, Jon considered. 

As the two of you walked together towards wherever you were headed, you started to warm up to the alien. His southern drawl was cute and quite honestly, his deep interest in you was a refreshing departure from Damian’s tendency to only speak of himself. When the two of you parted you almost wished he would’ve continued staying with you. Still, you held your reserve up, he had been super weird the last time you met…

While you were still sceptical of Jon, that scepticism slowly melted like an iceberg on a hot summer day, drop by drop, as the two of you began to bump into each other more and more. You never considered why Jon was in Gotham so much when he lived near Metropolis, (a fairly long journey to take daily), yet you did find it rather odd that your paths always crossed, even when you changed up your regular schedule. The thought of him following you never crossed your mind, that’s a ludicrous thing to accuse someone of, let alone think about just based on stumbling into a guy pretty often. 

It didn’t take too long for Jon to win you over with his bright smile, deep interest in you and boyish charm. That was a good thing too because Jon had started to miss out on quite a few college classes of his own, to the point where Clark had noticed and sat him down to talk about it. Now, while many other parents…Most parents… would tell their child to kindly stop stalking their soulmate, Clark and ostensibly Lois were not, in fact, normal parents. Rather than discouraging their son’s creepy and downright illegal behaviour, they were understanding of his obsession with you, and even ecstatic that their son had finally found his soulmate. You were technically their soulmate-in-law, so maybe the two of them would develop an obsession as well, less so than Jon, of course, they were more focused on each other, but enough to let their son explain all your likes and dislikes down to the most minuscule of details and let him do what he needed to do, just to get you into their metaphorical and literal arms.   

Jon would do everything to build up a friendship with you, likely keeping it a secret from Damian, and excusing his previously creepy behaviour as him just having an off day. Damian would be none the wiser of his devious plans, and even if you told the green-eyed man that you had met his friend many…many… times, it would rouse very little suspicion. Jon was Damian’s dearest friend, he trusted him with his life! He didn’t even suspect the darkness that Jon harboured for his soulmate.

Maybe as your friendship with Jon progressed, he’d invite you to stay at his family’s home for a few days, and meet his parents and grandparents, it’s a long travel for non-flying people, but he was more than happy to take it with you. You would probably be good enough friends with him at this point to not feel threatened as the two of you boarded the bullet train running between Gotham and the Metropolis area. Jon wasn’t planning on kidnapping you on this trip, no, this was meant to get you used to the place, to his family and the cows and chickens. Like a frog in a bowl of water with ever-increasing temperatures. “Slow and steady wins the race”, that’s what his grandfather, Johnathan Kent, his namesake, had told him many times as a kid and he took it to heart.

You would have had an absolutely lovely time at the Kents’ home, everyone, especially Jon and his parents, were borderline obsessed with making you feel welcome. Martha would bake your favourite treats, (probably write your name on them in icing, as well). Jonathan senior would tell you about all of Jon’s embarrassing moments as a child, especially relating to how he used to pretend-spar with the cows, only to fall in the hay…or manure, when he couldn't keep his balance. Lois and Clark were always excited to talk to you… about you. Talking to them felt like talking to a twin-headed Jon, sweet, energetic…yet as the days passed and they still managed to find new questions about the most niche of subjects pertaining to you, you started to feel like you were being interrogated for an autobiography. Jon, himself, would've probably taught you how to handle farm animals, and taken you to whatever local attractions there might've been.

Now, Jon had originally been surprised when you didn’t recognise his name the first time you met, even more so the many following times. He was concerned, scared even, that you might not be the right Y/N, but one day as he was stalking watching over you, he spotted his own name right at the end of your sweater sleeve, but you didn’t even pay attention to it… Not like him, not in the way he almost got goosebumps the moment his fingers grazed the tattoo-like letters of your name. Could it be…No! He refused to believe it! Were you one of those people who simply didn’t care for soul mates?! No! No! No! That couldn’t be! That was so unfair!  

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Jon decided that you two had been away from each other for too long, that, really, the universe meant for you two to end up together sooner or later, and you were already on the later part. He refused to be without his other half any longer, especially if there was a threat that you’d find another.

Your stay at the Kents’ solidified Jon’s belief that you had to move in with him as fast as possible, preferably on the family farm, where it would be harder for you to get hurt… or escape. There is just one thorn in his side that he can’t account for, Damian.  

Damian was tricky for Jon to account for. You were, as much as Jon dreaded it, also Damian’s friend, and the green-eyed man was known for being fiercely protective and loyal to all of his friends. Ready to lay down his head for them. He could take up a physical fight with Damian, sure, but as his father and Batman had proven time and time again, a little Kryptonium was all that it’d take for a Super to fall in a heap of aching limbs. No, he had to play it smart, problem was that no matter how hard Jon could stretch his intelligence, Damian would always be more intelligent than him. The only way to get you for himself would be to make Damian agree that you’d be better off with Jon than on your own…But how?

Well, Jon could only really come up with one answer to that question… By making you live in a constant state of danger… And if he had to put you in danger himself, so be it. His “master plan” was to reveal his hero identity to you, not just that, but further reveal your connection to Superboy. Now, that might sound like a stupid idea at first, but its simplicity yet effectiveness was brilliant. By revealing your connection to the vigilante world, you would basically be walking around with a target on your back. He would know! That was how his mother had lived ever since his father revealed his secret identity as Superman. Being a civilian openly affiliated with a hero was one of, if not the, most dangerous thing that could happen to someone. The only reason his mother could feel safe was that Clark rarely left her side, but if Jon wasn’t with you to protect you most of the time… you’d be in monumental danger. 

So, he set his plan in motion. First, he invited both you and Damian to his home one weekend, stressing how “This is really important”. Both you and Damian showed up, concerned for Jon’s well-being and entirely blank on what might’ve been going on. “Maybe he’s coming out of the closet? Or he named two cows after us? Maybe his dog ran away? last time that happened we were thirty people out looking for it” Damian joked, a thing he only ever did when he felt the need to calm someone else down, you, in this case. 

But no matter what you and Damian could’ve guessed Jon’s intentions to be, neither of you expected him to come floating down from his roof, fully dressed as Superboy, arms on either side of his hips as he landed close enough for the tip of his nose to touch yours briefly. “I’m Superboy”. 

When Damian saw this theatrical and obviously pre-planned reveal, he did not only want to facepalm at the second-hand embarrassment he felt from it, but he also wanted to strangle Jon. Didn’t he know how dangerous revealing their secret identities could be?! Not just to them, but also to you! … Well, of course, he did, that was the whole point, but Damian couldn’t have known that. 

The green-eyed man was seething, face red in a fiery rage, while you stood gelid. Jon was Superboy? No way… Right? But he did just fly down from his roof, so clearly he wasn’t lying. Your brain couldn’t quite compute what was happening, and Jon took this opportunity to stare Damian down, implying that he too should reveal his identity. The more of them you knew, the higher the danger. But if Damian asked for Jon’s intentions, he would claim a moral obligation to not lie-by-omission to his friends.

Damian did end up fessing up as well about his secret identity as Robin and you were thrown for yet another loop. You might’ve been the type to get angry that they didn’t tell you sooner, offended that they clearly didn’t trust you enough. Or you could be the type to ask questions, interested in their secret life. You could also be a sceptic, not so much doubting if they were telling the truth, Jon floating a head’s-width off the ground pretty much proved that part, but rather interrogating them on why they felt the need to tell you and why now.

Whichever reaction you had, you would be driven home that evening by Damian, in silence. He didn’t feel the need to explain why he wasn’t planning on revealing that he was Robin to you, rather, he was afraid of your safety being jeopardised if Jon wasn’t careful… Jon wasn’t planning to be.

It would be less than a week after that Jon sought you out as Superboy, maybe he tackled you into a hug while you were walking the streets, or he’d float into your university cafeteria with lunch, freshly made by Grandma Martha… Really, he was not subtle and Damian could’ve ripped his throat out the first time Jon pulled one of his stunts.

When Batman caught wind of Superboy being openly linked to a civilian, he first went to Clark, who shrugged Bruce’s criticism of Jon off. “So what! I’m open with my affections towards Lois as well!” Bruce would correctly point out that that’s why Lois was constantly getting kidnapped, tied up and having various other misdeeds done to her. Clark would tell Bruce to get off his case, but in true Bruce fashion, he’d refuse. “Y/n is in Gotham, that is my city. Whatever happens to them is my problem, either they move to the larger Metropolis area and become your responsibility or Superboy will have to stop his mindless chasing of them.”

Armed with Batman’s orders, Jon divulged to you that you’re no longer safe in Gotham and that Batman wanted you out. That was quite a verdict, even more so since you were not a native Gothamite. You might have felt inclined to cry or even just felt frustrated, but Jon was there with another offer, “Why don’t you move to Metropolis university! They have comparable programs and you can live with my family for free!”

… It’s not that you wanted to accept Jon’s offer, but what other choice did you have. You questioned Damian about his opinion and he agreed that it’d be safer for you in Metropolis, no matter how much it pained him to see you go. With your friend’s verdict, there really was no other option than moving. Bruce and Damian might’ve helped you transfer to Metropolis University, not only were they well respected in all academic circles, but they were also paying the costs, calling it a charity case, they might’ve even used it to write off some taxes. 

With the finalisation of your moving process, Jon finally had you in his claws. That’s when he pulled out the fact that he was your soulmate. He practically shoved his arm in your face one morning, demanding that you love him. Tears were on full display, tumbling down his round cheeks when you didn’t immediately respond. “Why won’t you love me?! I’ve done so much for you!”... Ah yes! Emotional manipulation at its finest.

If you already knew that you were soulmates, but simply ignored it… Oh boy… Jon was livid! How dare you?! After all this time of him pinning and loving you! You just discarded his emotional need for your affection like it was a shite beneath your boot! How selfish could you be?! He only had one soulmate, why would you try to deprive him of the experience of true love! He would be delirious, and somehow manage to convince himself that you had in fact loved him all along, but been unsure if he’d love you back… yes! That had to be it! He’d toss you into his bedroom and lock the door, you weren’t getting out until you accepted his love… By “accepting his love”, he obviously meant, “agree to marry him”. Yeah, if you had just ignored you guys’ soulmate status, the rest of your life will be a living h*ll.

On the other hand, if you didn’t know or had been unsure whether or not it truly was him. He’d be understanding, that’s what happens! The most important thing was that you’re together now! You’d love him forever, right? That was all that ever mattered! It was your duty as soulmates, after all, to love and cherish the other one for years to come! If you don’t accept your love, may I refer you to the previous section, however, if you do accept it, he’d kiss you, deeply, and offer to fly you around Metropolis? Don’t worry if you’re afraid of heights, he’d hold onto you and never let go.

Whether you love him or not, it would be best to at least pretend to do so. Jon is sensitive and he doesn’t take well to rejection. His emotions are volatile and what might’ve earned you a plunging pouty face one day, might result in you getting locked in his room on another one. He’d get married as fast as possible, mostly to ensure that no one else would attempt to get with you… especially Damian. He’s jealous, and as soon as you’re both done with university, he’d beg you to stay at home at the farm and just wait until he gets home, you don’t even have to clean or cook, he’ll do that if you don’t want to, just stay home, that’s where you’re the safest, especially when Clark and Lois retire. Jon would love for you four to all live together, that way he’s extra sure that you’ll be safe.

So in conclusion… Jon as a yandere in a soulmate setting? Absolutely a health hazard. He’s horrifying, suffocating, delirious, clingy, emotional and worst of all: Absolutely. Bloody. Obsessed. He will never let you leave him, and if you’re willing and able to, he’ll make sure that you’ll have at least one biological kid, if not he’ll adopt one, with or without your permission. Just because he values family above all others. (In his mind, you were part of his family the second your name stapled its way up his arm). Clark and Lois would also aid in the absolute suffocation of obsessive love and almost worshipping of your very being which Jon participates in. Their love is like tar, you’ll slowly get dragged under and suffocated, no matter how much you try to get out. Their devotion, (and arms), stick to you like the viscous black droplets of tarmac, and you’ll have no escape. Not even Damian could drag you out once you’re submerged.

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request.

Thank you for this idea! I hope you like what I did with it! I'm SO sorry that it took so long to get out! But I've been dealing with a bunch of exams and important papers, (to all the IB students out there...IAs! Am I right?!)... No, but in all seriousness, I'm not dead nor did I quit writing, but I have my finals in less than 3 months, and I need to study, so I can't promise that my upload schedule will be particularly consistent or frequent in that period of time, but I'll be back up and running as soon as those bloody exams are over... Wish me luck! Anyways! I hope you like this!

#jon kent x reader #yandere jon kent #yandere x reader #dc x reader #yandere jon kent x reader #jon kent #yandere dc #yandere dc x reader

[bluetooththereptile]

Unwelcomed embrace

Yandere super family x neglected reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: Well since apprently you guys enjoy reading angst and neglect related fics,I've thought of making one for super family! If you guys like it there's the chance of making another part for this one as well!

Summary: As a not so hostile hero you are trying to find your place amongst other heros, but apprently going to higher rankes needs a veteran's support, but you are alone, and it's the reason why your wishes will be turned down. This makes you to lash out and start an storm that shakes your whole life!

Tw: mentions of past abuse and neglect and anger issues

"For God's sake Bart, can you stop babbling for a second?" You snapped at the flash boy, making him close his jaw quickly, looking away. Kaldur arched his brow at you, you were more snappy than usual, there must have been something in your mind that was bothering you, he knew something was wrong but didn't acknowledge it, pressing further would have resulted in an angrier you and a huge mess, he didn’t want that, especially now that you were in the justice palace.

You tapped your feet nervously as you tried to listen to the conversation going on in the meeting room, but the advanced technology on its walls muffled every sound and this made your mood even worse, making you furrow your brows deeply as you scowled, every second that passed more people around you stepped away, not wanting to get involved in your ranting. As a hero, you were known for your problematic anger issues, and if it wasn't for your efficient way of working and powers, you wouldn't be in the league at all, "We need protectors, not warriors!" Batman once had yelled at you when you had thrown a whole truck filled with criminals down the cliff, thankfully superman was there to take the truck, speaking of superman...he was in the meeting room as well, making you even more anxious, something told you that your hopes were going to be put down.

You took in a deep breath, trying to not think about negative things too much, you were going to become a superhero, there wouldn't be anything against that right? Minus those numerous records of destruction and disobedience of course. But there wouldn't be a problem if a veteran took you in, looking after you for a while so you wouldn't make more problems, but that was where your real concerns laid, none of them liked you. Your reputation as the illegitimate child of superman didn't help you that much, your mother's infamous deeds rubbed off his good name and presented you as a threat, your behavior didn't help much, for a person that was into plants you were too angry, always expecting something from the world you were born into by Poison Ivy, aka, your sweet mother.

She was so sweet that she left you behind, putting you in Superman's arms as a "gift". But Clark was already building up his own family, dating Lios Lane...he couldn't have a child out of nowhere from a "forced" affair pop into his life and ruin everything. You were not wanted by anyone, and your life seemed pointless at the age of just 11 days old. Clark couldn't let you go through the normal adoption process, no normal family would take a half Kryptonian, half magical nymph into their home, so he decided to give his green child a chance, he decided to let Lois know about you, so she could take care of you, but what a young busy woman without any experience with babies can do with a baby that has special powers?  The whole thing was doomed to end in disaster.

At just 6 months old, finally, Clark gave you up for adoption services, you were not made to be in his family, your constant screams, crying, and need for attention annoyed the couple, but now that you thought about it, apparently Lois did not like to have the child of another woman in a crib, next to her bed, you were proof of her lover's affair and she didn't like that at all, and Clark, he was ashamed of having you around for obvious reasons. So you were given up, like a piece of furniture. Months later, When Lois's job crisis ended, she'd come to her senses, it was not your fault that you were born that way, but it was too late...you were given to a family already. But Clark could come and take you away! But he didn't.

It was nice, at least for some years, that your parents kept up with you, knowing your situation. Your mother loved plants and you would pop a rose for her daily, to see her smile, and her smile brightened your small heart. Your father, a strict but kind man, loved his wife, and seeing her happy made him feel good as well, so you, the reason for her happiness, were precious to him. Until the day your mother died in an accident, and your father went into depression. His friends introduced him to liquor and well...let's just say it didn't end in something good. Your anxiety and anger issues were the results of your father's abuse. It turned so bad that you left home at the age of 15, flying away to find your real father.

You were smart, you could see your powers were familiar with someone else's, superman, that was why you decided on following him around, only to find out his true identity, and where he lived. But it was not like how you had imagined, your real father, Clark, had a son of his own now, and his family seemed so happy, you felt by showing up you'd ruin their happiness, but you decided on knocking on the door in the end, you couldn't deny yourself, you needed love and happiness as well!

But you were not greeted warmly. "Tell that woman I don't want to do anything with her!" Clark said as he pushed you away from the door frame so Lois couldn't see you. "B-but my mother is dead!" You said, now shivering, your green skin not showing how pale you were, your foster father was a scary man, but the man of steel was much more terrifying. Clark didn't believe you, he had been manipulated before, and a teenager was not going to fool him again. So you have pushed away, now being on your own.

Life was not easy on you at all. That was why you decided to become a hero so you could be great, so you could be heard and seen, you saw all of those magazines and headlines of superheroes, and you wanted to be like them, you wanted to be loved again, but the world was not going to show it's a good side to you.

The door of the meeting room opened, and members of the justice league walked out one by one, you tried your best to not jump in and ask about the result, looking desperately to batman as he walked toward you and other members of the young justice league. "The chosen one this time will be Red Robin." Tim smiled in disbelief as others cheered for him, but you felt as if your whole world crashed down on you. What? After all of that effort, you had put into getting close to wonder woman now this was what you were getting?

You approached Diana "This is not what we had made a deal on!" You said not so calmly "You are not ready." Diana said, making you groan "I've passed every damned test you had set up for me...now you are telling me I am not ready?" Diana sighed "You have to work on your anger management Y/N, your record is not clear enough!" You scoffed "It's not that! You all just want me to stay in the lower league to use me!" You yelled, now getting everyone's attention "You are all just a bunch of pricks that care about your friendships more than people's worth! Red Robin was chosen because he's Bateman's son, no one wants to have me here!"

"Come on Y/N, don't whine like little kids!" Conner said, making you glare at him "You shut up clone!" You insulted him, now saying what was in your mind for a long time, Conner's existence angered you to no end, Clark had taken his clone in, but not you! Why? He even had taken in a piece of dumb meat named Bizzaro and not you! Why? WHY? The question circled in your mind as your eyes found superman, who was looking at the whole ordeal with a worried look. Since the time you had joined in, he always was worried, he now could see the errors of what he had done, but it was too late...too late.

You punched Conner in the face, still not having the courage to attack Clark himself, so you took it upon his son's anger making you see red. Conner attacked you as well and soon you two were a bloody mess, punching each other, Conner was taken back by your friends as you were put down with help of Diana and Bruce. "You are suspended Y/N!" Bruce said "I don't fucking care!" You hissed, the taste of your blood on your tongue, as you were taken away, your powers suppressed with the use of kryptonate.

.....

"What do you want?" You mumbled as you saw Superman's large frame in the shadows, you tried to make yourself steady, your mind being not in the right state since you had inhaled too much pollen, trying to take your misery away, your foster father's impression on you still followed you in your late teen years. "Y/N, we can talk...you are taking it so hard on yourself!" Clark walked closer to you, now giving up his attention, fully. You couldn't help but chuckle at that as you tried to make yourself stay steady, you were out of the league for six months now, this time was enough for Clark and his family to realize your situation, you were giving up everything you had built for years.

"I don't care!" You said, chuckling bitterly as you sniffled more pollen, your vision turning blur. Clark reached out to you, but you refused his touch. "I wanted to be great...and I will be...just wait and see...I will be...one way or another!" Clark thought of what you were saying as result of the pollen drug but he didn't know what was in your mind "Y/N, you're not in the best condition to talk, let's get you somewhere safe so you can take that stuff out of your system!"

"No touching!" You slapped his hand away as you sat on a bench, the bushes around you slowly engulfing your body, Clark watched this and it felt like you were fading away "We'll meet again Superman..."your middle finger raised to let him know what you thought of him, and it was not good, at all. You'd meet him soon...

#yandere batman #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere dc #neglected reader #yandere jon kent #yandere conner kent #yandere karen starr #yandere kara zor el #yandere lois lane #yandere bizzaro #yandere krypto

[yan-batgirl]

I came up with this because I accidentally drew a superfam reader, so I wanted to know if you guys wanted some yandere platonic supefam stuff here?

Anyway, here's what the 'reader' looks like:

(Please do NOT steal my art!)

I haven't used digital art for a while, so it looks a bit scrappy 😅

Quick Description:

Superfam reader is the first child of Clark and Lois which is why she looks a bit older. So, basically, she's like a mother/older sister to the younger members. Unfortunately, she didn't obtain a lot of Kryptonian abilities which caused the possessive nature of her family. However, instead of fighting crime, she decided to study medicine in order to help her family which is why she's currently a med student.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

(Edit: I messed up the question title. It's supposed to be called "Should I add Yandere Superfam content here?" My bad 😅)

#yandere #yandere superfam #yandere superfamily #yandere dc #superfam #yandere platonic #platonic #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere kal el #yandere lois lane #yandere superboy #yandere connor kent #yandere jon kent #yandere supergirl #yandere kara zor el #yandere powergirl #yandere karen starr

[onmyyan]

Endless Again

Chapter One

A/N: This first chapter is just an introduction to (Y/n), Damian and Jon make a short appearance but it's mostly a set up for the rest of the story, feedback is welcome and I hope you enjoy!

TW'S: death (no main characters), canon typical violence

All you wanted was one normal year.

One painfully mundane year where someone wasn't trying to murder you for no reason.

It's all you asked from the universe when you looked up at the stars, anytime you saw one shoot across the dark sky you made sure to make a wish.

It was rare for the twinkling lights to peak through the heavy clouds.

Considering just how insane the past few months have been, you figured you'd long since earned a break.

Gotham was only ever quiet when she wanted to be, one thing you could count on was how the untameable city never truly felt as peaceful as it did in the earliest hours of the morning, the sun having yet to kiss the sky, even criminals got cold, well most of them anyway.

A light blanket of gray covered the brooding city like a hug, its familiar haze brought a warm blossom of comfort to spread out through your chest, it always looked like it was just about to rain, seasoned gothamites could tell if you needed to bother with an umbrella just by the smell in the air.

Your elderly neighbor Edna had told to that one night you'd gone to keep her company, she said she could smell the rain before a drop hit the ground.

Another thing you loved about your city was the constant skin-biting cold wind, it was especially apparent whenever you found yourself outside at this hour, the breeze a welcome sting, no matter how often you went inside shivering, you felt the serenity was well worth it.

You, your Mother Grace, and her older son Peter, all lived in this cozy little apartment in the upper east end of Gotham.

The floor you three lived on was just below the roof, all you had to do to get up there was pop open the triangular window in your room, the landlord had tried in vain to seal it shut with layer after layer of paint, the ledge was so easy to scale, it almost felt like an invitation.

Heights had never bothered you, in fact being up so high you could see the dark waters of Gotham Bay crashing against the docks from where you stood, it made you feel oddly centered, leaning comfortably against the chain link fence, fingers looped through the holes, the metal was quite cold against the heat of your palms, tired (e/c) eyes watched as your breath fanned out in clouds before you.

You didn't know when you'd get the chance to be up here again, so you allowed yourself to take in all the wonderful sights and sounds.

Your neighbor in 4B was walking her dog in the yard, kicking snow over the mess the Yorkie made instead of picking it up, then there was 4D, the sad-looking man always trudged his way to where you could only assume was work, he made sure to pause in his commute if he saw you out, his halfhearted wave was always returned with one of your own.

Your eyes trailed the array of little cuts and scars littering your knuckles, they made you feel tough when you were younger, and still do, to see them and still feel the breath in your lungs meant you were still fighting. No matter how you got them. No matter how often you got knocked down. You had them because you came out of it.

While this was one of the safer neighborhoods in town, Grace still made you sign up for self-defense classes about a week after bringing you home from the adoption agency. It was one of your earliest memories of her.

The 5'3 woman was small in stature but not in presence.

She packed a punch like a bullet, and she always managed to stand comically out of place when she came to your tournaments, Grace often looked as if someone had plucked her straight out of a 50's glamour magazine, blonde waves almost always pinned up in a classy up-do. Her big blue eyes held the warmest look whenever you caught her gaze in the crowd.

She'd be sandwiched between two meatheads with the most obnoxious glittery sign no doubt decorated by herself and Peter the night before, she'd always cheer the loudest, you looked back on the memories fondly, not only did you love the adrenaline of throwing people around, you ended up needing these defensive skills more than you anticipated.

It was like she knew you'd be in trouble eventually and wanted to give you a headstart.

You didn't mind, especially since you'd had to beat the shit out of one too many perverts on the way home more times than you could count, to this day she didn't know how many punks you left bloodied in the streets.

And you intended to keep it that way.

She was a great mom, often working double shifts as an ER nurse, Gotham general was never empty so she always had something to do, anytime you or Peter showed the slightest interest in something you wanted she did anything she could to get it for you, loving you like you were her own, never once making you feel ostracized, she made it abundantly clear she only wanted her children safe and happy.

So when she gave you a rule, it was hard not to follow it, all she asked of you, was that you never let anyone outside the family see what you were capable of.

To this day only she and your older brother were privy about your powers, she knew you didn't remember much from your time before the adoption so she never bothered asking about the nature of your abilities, it was like this weird unspoken rule not to discuss your, oddities. Seemingly just happy to have you as her daughter.

One night, after a long day of dealing with the intolerant little shits at your public school, she'd been trying to comfort you for hours, heartbreaking at the tears in your eye. When you'd stopped crying long enough to ask her for some oddly specific brand of ice cream she knew you adored, Grace, being the bleeding heart she was, folded immediately.

It was just down the street anyway, she figured nothing could happen in the five-minute walk to the corner store she'd made a thousand times before, that was until about five minutes into the outing, you felt the horrible stare on your back and snapped your head around with a startling speed. Both meeting the gaze of the masked man and catching him off guard, there was something in your stare that made him hesitate, but he pushed passed it to continue steadily sneaking up on you both.

You didn't need to read his thoughts to know whatever he intended was vile in nature, you tugged on the small woman's sleeve, and forced her to stop.

"Mama- look." Her head snapped around with a gasp, and she instinctively moved you to stand behind her, using her body as a shield, "Please- don't do something you'll regret alright?- I-I'll give you anything, just don't hurt us."

She started shakily removing her watch when he moved his hand to his belt, the streetlights caught it just right so the glint of steel could be seen tucked into his waist, he continued to stare, breath heavy and eyes wild.

There was this moment, where he just stared at you both, his unruly stare flickering from the mostly empty streets to the seemingly defenseless pair before him, he appeared to have made up his mind, hand reaching for the handle of his knife.

Before Grace could open her mouth to scream for help, Before either of them could think, you'd made your move.

Just as he went to take another step forward, you flicked your little wrist in a circle, body moving on autopilot, not thinking of anything but getting the threat away from your mother, a flash of red glimmered over his glazed-over eyes, you watched in silent awe as he walked himself into the suddenly busy traffic of downtown.

The resulting carnage pulled every car on the block to a screeching halt, as people screamed and began to spectate, Grace could only stare in horror as people began to flood the scene.

She scooped you into her arms, and ran home, her hands holding you tight to her chest, that was the night she'd sat you down before bed, eyes wide with unshed tears.

"Please darling, I need you to swear to me- swear you'll never let anyone see what you can do." Her soft hands held your little face in a tender hold, so you could feel the tremor in her touch as she pleaded with a then 10-year-old you.

Desperately trying to convey her seriousness to you without yelling, she stared you down until you confirmed out loud. "Never Mama." her request was delivered in such a shaken tone you couldn't help but nod your little head, curls bouncing rapidly as you tried to pacify a situation you didn't understand.

Her older son Peter had always been kind to you, having your back in the way older brothers do, even when he couldn't actually do much against them, he did his best to defend you against the bullies, taking the brunt of their viciousness.

Someway, somehow they seemed to smell it on you; like there was a neon sign on your forehead that said oddity, you always wondered how they knew something was different about you.

It was as if something primal told them to keep an eye on you, the same way you watched a wild animal in captivity, just waiting on the day it loses control.

Growing up hiding from your powers was as hard as it was dangerous, every time you got a little too mad at one of your tormenters and all the windows in class shattered, or if you focused a little too hard on a person and they'd get yanked back into the wall by an invisible force, you risked blowing your cover completely, your senses almost always overwhelming you.

Grace had a protective streak which wasn't hard to understand as she had children in the most dangerous city in the states, so you didn't fight her when she asked you to stay home, it's not like you had friends lining up to hang out, you didn't mind, although it did make you have to get creative when it came to hiding stuff.

You took to training your abilities in secret, starting small, you began by lifting all the furniture in your room as high up off the floor as you could until your hundred-pound bed became as easy as lifting your phone, then you moved on to yourself, often getting lost in the floaty sensation it gave you to fly, these were the abilities you'd honed in the best as you could, practicing them at home without being discovered was doable, telepathy was another subject entirely.

Living in a crowded apartment building meant anytime you tried turning it on, all of a sudden it was like a thousand radio stations blaring at max volume in your head.

As much fun as you were having discovering yourself, it seemed the more you trained your abilities, the weirder your life got. You'd spent the last year of high school defending your life from dickhead after dickhead, the would-be assassins only ever struck when you were alone, and seemed to attack more and more, as time went on.

In an effort to deter them, you'd spent the last few years as a homebody, hoping a decrease in public appearances would also slow their assaults, and up until a month ago it was working.

That is of course until someone tried to wrap a wire around your throat when you were doing laundry. You'd accidentally knocked him out cold when you threw him off of you and into the wall, he'd hit it so hard his body left a print.

After tossing him in a dumpster a few blocks away from your home, you screamed into your pillow for a few minutes, that was way too close, and you decided then and there that you had to do something, you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if anything happened to the people you cared for most.

All that to say, your loving little family, as sweet as they were, still saw you as this helpless little kid who needed someone to hide behind, so you could understand why their fear was near palpable in the apartment the night at dinner, they exchanged looks and silent debates but stayed supportive, both of them absolutely terrified about your departure for Gotham U in the morning.

"Are you sure you can't take some courses online? I read something about that yesterday at brunch." Her voice was shaky as she took your hand over the table. "Ma relax - she's twenty-one years old, she can handle it." Peter was quick to defend you, knowing if his mother had it her way neither of you would ever leave the house.

He shot you a reassuring smile, patting his mother on her arm. "Plus, she knows we got her back, always."

Grace shared a teary-eyed look with her eldest before excusing herself to the bathroom to no doubt cry. Your chest stung at the sight, hating to be the reason the kind woman was upset, but you knew it was for the best.

You couldn't resist the urge to read her mind, flinching at what you felt, you immediately stopped and began messing with your food, your appetite suddenly gone.

"Don't worry about ma- you know how she is, she'll come around." Peter said nudging your shoulder in a light-hearted manner, he was the peacekeeper in the house, "Thanks, Pete."

You said forcing yourself to take a few more bites, finishing the meal in comfortable silence.

That was hours ago, and you could still feel the near-crushing weight of the fear in Grace's heart.

You knew at the root of her fear was love for you, she was just worried for your safety.

Yes, her reaction was intense but it wasn't near as bad as some people got. Before she'd bared you from using them, you used to use your powers like party tricks, nothing too major, just making little things appear or reading someone's mind when they bet you ya couldn't.

Not a lot of folks like knowing you could see them for who they were. When you were younger you could never understand why people got so cold when they realized you weren't lying.

This was another reason you didn't like poking around in people's heads.

It more often than not left you with bruised feelings.

Shaking the thought away, you allowed yourself to be fully swept up in the calm morning, something you felt would be the last for a while, call it intuition, but you had the nagging feeling that despite your wishes for a peaceful, normal freshman year, it would be anything but.

And one of the primary causes of your future chaos was currently trying to sneak his way back inside the Batcave, unsuccessfully I might add.

On the opposite side of Gotham, the city's latest Robin was just then coming in from patrol. He had turned his bike off early, in an effort to be as quiet as he could while he snuck in.

"You were supposed to check in hours ago Damian," Bruce said without looking away from the documents in his hands. Damian winced as his hopes for the older man being asleep were crushed, although he should have known better than to think his Father would be sleeping at a healthy time.

He began removing his tactical gear, carefully placing each one in its proper place while he thought of his careful response.

"You've always told me to finish what I start on the job - now I'm supposed to abandon my post for some arbitrary curfew?"

"That curfew is only in place because I couldn't trust you to remember your new semester, which starts in," His calculating eyes glanced at the Rolex on his wrist, "Less than an hour so I suggest you use what time you do have to shower." Damian turned to curse silently and sped walked his way towards the elevator.

"Before you scoff I'll remind you that had you actually done what we agreed upon instead of trying to work around it by patrolling all night, you'd be well rested."

Damian made his way upstairs silently fuming to himself, he'd been dreading this day for as long as he could remember, he'd had a college-level education since before middle school, and to pretend to need it for the sake of public appearances felt like a waste of time to the young hero, he spent as long as he could in the shower, letting the steam and near scalding water distract him from the soon to be headache that was Gotham U.

The black turtleneck he threw on was more for practicality than fashion despite looking quite good in it, he was really just thinking about wearing something he couldn't bleed through, the cut he'd gained on his latest outing as the Boy wonder had been sloppily patched up in his haste to get ready, it wasn't like him to drag his feet in such a manner, but the youngest Wayne was beyond unmotivated.

Damian made sure to give Ace and Titus a goodbye scratch under their chins as he left, he offered Alfred a wave and leisurely walked to the first car he saw, a shiny black 2022 BMW, he turned the seat warmer on high and flicked the radio on, settling into his routine was just starting to curb his sour attitude when a name popped up on the touchscreen, "Jonathan Kent, why are you calling me so early in the day? Have I not suffered enough?"

He could hear the taller male's laughter in his voice when he responded, "Very funny Damian, you're still coming to pick me up right?" The green-eyed man felt his face drop, he checked his mirrors before whipping the car back around towards his friend's apartment. "Of course, although I still feel it pointless seeing as you can you know, fly." Jon sucked his teeth at his friend, "Psh yeah right, I heard you do that U-Turn, lemme' find out that was illegal and I'm telling your dad."

"I can always leave you where you stand."

"Just kiddin'! Jeez, you're more grumpy than usual, Do you really think it's gonna be that bad?" Damian sighed through his nose, not bothering to respond, "Be ready to jump in because I'm not stopping the car."

"You're messing with me, right? Damian?? Hello?"

#onmyyan #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere #yandere dc imagine #endless again #yandere dc #yandere Damian Wayne #yandere jon kent

[satoshy12]

Cute Yandere Dani the Villainess

Damian and Jon look as their "Villainess" Beat up the Joker very very badly up as he said he is the Villian. And hunted them down.

Damian and Jon at the same time:" You are the most Jealous Villain I know." Dani with in her hands a Crowbar looked at both:" You know other Villians?" Damian and Jon just were staring at their self proclaimed Rival. They know she isn't evil as she most time plays with them and similiar as Civilian. But still. That was brutal, But Jason was loving it.

#danny phantom #Dani Fenton #Jon Kent #Damian Wayne #Joker #dp #dc #dcau #dc comics #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp + dc #batman #Dani is the Super sons VILLAIN!! HER! JUST HER!! #kind of Yandere Friend Dani? #Jason Todd #Dani + Crowbar = poor Joker

[black-aurora-nora]

Sibling Squabbles | Yandere!Superman and Jon x Teen!Reader

“Jon, please get out the way.” You demanded in an even tone.

The younger boy didn’t budge from his spot in front of the door. His gaze held firm and he shook his head, “Dad said you couldn’t leave.”

“Clark doesn’t hold authority over me.” You reminded him matter of factly, “He’s not my father and I’m not your sister.”

Jon frowned deeply at your words, “Dad said you’d have a hard time-“

“Move, Jon!” You demanded again, louder.

You moved up to him, trying to shuffle past him with your backpack filled with a few essentials.

“Where would you even go?! You were homeless before this!”

“And? At least I wasn’t stuck in some house with creepy men!” You rebutted angrily, grabbing for the doorknob.

Jon grabbed your wrist, gripping it tight, “I’m not creepy! And neither is my dad! Take that back!” He knew that his dad told him to be gentle with you since you were still settling down but you were going too far.

“No! I mean it! You’re creepy!” You repeated sharply, trying to wrestle your wrist from Jon’s grip. “Ugh! It’s no wonder your mom left-!”

A sickening crack sounded from your wrist and you saw it crinkle in a way it wasn’t supposed to then a horrible pain that left you screaming from both the shock of what happened and the pain.

Jon stood frozen, breathing uneven.

He looked from your crumpled arm to your snotty face.

He hadn’t meant to hurt you. His father had warned him plenty of times to use his powers for good and here he was hurting you because you said something hurtful.

“I-I’m- (Y/N), I’m so-!” He reached out to you and you jerked back violently with a yelp.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You snapped, opening the door with your good hand and running out towards the trail that led to the city.

Jon decided it best that he not follow you.

He knew you wouldn’t escape now anyhow. You were far too hurt and in too much shock to get far enough. And no one would allow a young teen like you to walk around with a broken arm if you did make it to the city.

The next time he saw you, which was a day later, his father had brought you back home with a blue cast on your arm.

You looked exhausted, pissed off, and every other negative emotion that people could feel.

Clark had you both in the living room and glanced at the two of you sternly. He looked at you first with an expectant gaze.

“(Y/N), apologize to your brother.” He said, arms crossed.

You kept your gaze on the cast for a moment.

A deep breath in, “Sorry.”

“You can do better than that.” Clark wasn’t one that took apologies lightly. You had to put your full heart into it. “Remember what we talked about at the doctor’s.”

Another deep breath, “Sorry for saying stuff about your mother.” You gritted out, “And about you… I didn’t mean it.” Your voice was incredibly monotone but Clark knew that was the best they were going to get from you right now.

He knew there’d be plenty more altercations in the future to teach you how to apologize properly and honestly.

He turned to Jon, “Be more careful in the future,” He reminded him simply, “And apologize to your sister.”

Jon’s lip wobbled as he gazed at you and you wished great harm upon him. How dare he act like he was the one that had been victimized? Like he was innocent?

How dare Clark make you apologize first when Jon had hurt you? Now you were stuck in a cast and had been set back.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I won’t do that ever again and I forgive you.” He gave you a teary smile, “I know you’re having a hard time and I should’ve kept my anger in check.”

Clark smiled warmly, “Try to keep the sibling squabble to a minimum, okay, you two?” He patted you both on the head.

He then stood up and made his way to the kitchen, “Who wants breakfast?” He asked, tying an apron around his person, “I’m thinking waffles, eggs and bacon!”

Jon licked his lips, “I’ll have some! Can I help?!” He asked excitedly, running after his father.

“Of course you can, Jon.” You heard Clark answer from the kitchen, “(Y/N), come join us.”

God you hated them with every fiber of your being.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenario #yandere x y/n #yandere family #family #cw injury #tw implied kidnapping #tw injury #siblings #dc cómics #superman #clark kent #jon kent #cussing #tw cursing #tw manipulation #yandere blog #yandere superman #yandere superfam

[yandereworlds]

Heey, sorry for the lack of activity, was taking a bit of a hiatus, BUT I come with new content! I've been doing a lot of OC content, so I thought I'd provide some canon stuff for those who enjoy it. Lately I've been thinking about the concept of a yandere super family after making one of my more popular bots, the bat family!

For those looking to interact with my new super family bot, you can find it linked below! I may consider adding it on CAI, but for now it will accessible on JanitorAI. Do consider leaving a review and letting me know your thoughts! JanitorAI is 18+ only!

Also, I was looking for a pfp for the bot and since I couldn't really find one, I decided to make my own. Hope you like it! //Mun Kiki

𖦹 Join our Discord server to get early access to art, polls, headcanons and more! 𖦹

LINKS!

Super Family Bot, Bat Family Bot, Bat Family Bot (CAI), Janitorai profile

#yandere #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere drabbles #//mun kiki #yanderecore #platonic yandere #yandere super family #super family #clark kent #jon kent #conner kent #kara zor el #yandere siblings #character ai #janitorai #dc #dc comics #dc yandere #fanart

[gatorbites-imagines]

 DC characters and what kind of yandere I think they would be

Let me know what other characters you want me to add.

Some of my headcanons probably wont fit other well-known ones in the dc fandom, but it is what it is.

Ill be basing the different kinds of yanderes off this post.

Bruce Wayne: Overprotective, manipulative. delusional, depending on the situation.

Dick Grayson: Obsessive and possessive.

Jason Todd: Clingy and obsessive.

Tim Drake: Delusional and obsessive.

Damian Wayne: Possessive and clingy.

 Clark Kent: Overprotective and clingy.

Conner Kent/Kon-El: Impulsive and obsessive.

Jonathan “Jon” Kent: Clingy and impulsive.

 Hal Jordan: Delusional and obsessive.

Kyle Rayner: Obsessive and clingy.

Guy Gardner: Impulsive and possessive.

 Barry Allen: Delusional and overprotective.

Wally West: Obsessive and possessive.

Bart Allen: Impulsive and delusional.

 Oliver Queen: Overprotective and manipulative.

Roy Harper: Possessive and overprotective.

 Michael Jon Carter: Delusional and obsessive.

Ted Kord: Overprotective and clingy.

 Slade Wilson: Impulsive and sadistic.

Eobard Thawne: Sadistic and self-indulgent.

Harvey Dent: Obsessive and overprotective.

Killer Croc/Waylon Jones: Possessive and impulsive.

#yandere #yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere justice league #yandere young justice #bruce wayne imagine #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #tim drake imagine #damian wayne imagine #clark kent imagine #kon el imagine #jon kent imagine #hal jordan imagine #kyle rayner imagine #guy gardner imagine #barry allen imagine #wally west imagine #bart allen imagine #oliver queen imagine #roy harper imagine #michael jon carter imagine #ted kord imagine #slade wilson imagine #eobard thawne imagine #harvey dent imagine #waylon jones imagine #yandere x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere superfam

[the-broken-truth]

Hi can I request yandere batfamly and superfamily x daughter reader

Like the reader disappeared for years and comes back as a bad ass with powers cuz she was kidnapped by some aline and he raised her kinda like Star lord.

Broken Truth: Star-Lord? From Guardians of the Galaxy, right? I watched that movie a long time ago, it was good. Now, let the words weave together.

Bat-Family

It was supposed to be a simple mission - investigate the mysterious lights at the factory and deal with any villains that were causing it but what Batman and his Family didn't prepare for was visitors from another world coming for the daughter of the bat family - [Name]. Bruce and his sons fought for their daughter/sister as hard as they could but it was for not when the Aliens knocked them away and took the girl before disappearing; Bruce, Dick, and Damian were heartbroken and looked for her for years but they were gone and there was nothing they could do to find her.

It would be 10 years later when [Name] appeared on Earth again, defeating the villains of the League of Doom with strange powers and guns that Bruce never saw before under the name 'The Star-Lady'. She wasn't alone either - she was friends with a talking raccoon that stood on two legs named Rocket Raccoon, a green warrior with red markings on his body called Drax the Destroyer, a green-skinned assassin female named Gamora, this man looked like he was made of gold named Adam Warlock and a giant walking tree man named Groot.

Once the league of doom was dealt with, [Name] turned and looked at the bat family with a smile as she sheathed her guns and introduced her team as the Guardians of the Galaxy.

"Guardians of the Galaxy? What nonsense." Bruce said as he glared at the people his daughter was surrounded by.

"It's not nonsense, Father. I am the Leader of the Guardians and they actually respect me, instead of just keeping me locked in my room or only going on missions with a stupid patrol." [Name] hissed at Bruce when Gamora placed a hand on her leader's shoulder.

"Don't get upset, [Name]. We don't have to stay here. We have other missions to deal with. Gamora said, calming down the Leader but what Bruce said next made all of their blood boils.

"You all can leave, but [Name] is staying here, where she belongs." Bruce said.

"I'M NOT STAYING HERE, BRUCE! I'M THE STAR-LADY AND I'M NOT GOING BACK TO YOUR SIMPLE-MINDED WAYS!" She yelled as she pointed the guns at Bruce when he pulled out his Batarangs, Robin bulled out his swords and Nightwing pulled out his staff when the Guardians armed themselves. This was going to be a hell of a fight

Super-Family

Clark watched the ship slowly descend from the skies of Metropolis as the hatch opened and 6 Figures jumped out with their weapons drawn: A Assassin with a sword, a raccoon with a rocket, a large green man with dual swords, a plant man with a gun, a man made of gold with a pair of guns, and...

"[Name]?!" Clark said as he watched his missing daughter pull out strange guns with a smirk on her face.

"Guardians! Attack!" She barked out with a smirk as she pointed her Guns at Darkseid but opened fire at him and the para=demons

"At once, Star-Lady!!!" The Green Man with the swords roared as he charged into the sea of para-demons, slaying them with single swings of his arm.

It was 30 minutes when Star-Lady and Drax knocked Darkseid back into the boom tube with his busted body before it closed and Star-Ladu looked at Superman and Superboy.

"[Name]!" Superman said as he walked over to her and hugged her with a smile, "I never thought I would see you again after those aliens took you away when you were a child, but now you are home!" He said.

"I"m not staying here." She pushed Clark off her body and busted herself off.

"What do you mean you're not staying? Father has been looking for you all this time." Jon Kent said as he walked forward to his sister who pointed her gun at him, telling him not to get too close.

"I have my own duties as the Star-Lady and I'm not going back on them because you or Clark want me to come back to Earth." She hissed.

"You're coming home, now." Clark balled his fists up as [Name] get s into battle stance with her girls and the others got ready to fight.

"Just try and make me."

#platonic yandere #batfamily #superfamily #daughter reader

[bluebirdsboi]

Guide

Hey there, I’m Jay (he/they). Welcome to my fanfic blog! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My main motivation for making my blog is because I’ve noticed a lack of male reader and/or gender neutral reader works for many of the characters that I love, but also because writing is one of my favorite pastimes.

I won’t lie, I do tend to oscillate between characters and fandoms that I’m motivated to write for, but I will try my best to maintain or improve the quality of each piece that I write. 

Below I have linked my masterlist navigation in addition to the fandom and character list as well as listing my request guidelines, fandoms I’m most motivated to write for at the moment, characters that are on hold (characters I will write for in the future but I’m not at the moment), future fandoms that I will write for, and a list of my current WIPS for any requests you may have.

** I’ve opened a taglist, so if you want to be tagged in any future fics, feel free to send me either an ask or a DM **

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Links

Masterlist Navigation

Fandom/Character List | Last Updated: 8/20/23

Fanfic Recs. | Last Updated: 7/29/23

My second blog My AO3 My Wattpad

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Currently, requests are: Open

Request Guidelines 

I will write...

- Male Character x Male/Gender Neutral Reader - Female Character x Female Reader by request only - Platonic relationships - Parent Character x Child Reader (purely familial)  - Sibling Character x Sibling Reader (purely familial) - Fluff, Angst, Hurt Comfort, and Smut (any character that is under 18 will be aged up to be over 18. Ex: ProHero!Izuku or ProPlayer!Daichi) - Songfics and some AUs (just ask) - Series, Oneshots, Headcanons, and Alphabet Headcanons

I won’t write...

- Male Character x Female Reader - Female Character x Male Reader - Ships - Yandere fics - Pedophilia and Underage Smut - Incest of any kind - Forced sex - Pregnancy and/or period fics

* If you have any questions about something I didn’t list, don’t be afraid to ask. My DMs are always open in case I close my asks. *  

** As a side note, I’d appreciate any requests to have a general idea about what you want. It doesn’t have to be extremely specific, but just something to work with. ** 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fandoms I’m most motivated to write for: | Last Updated: 8/14/23

- 9-1-1 - MCU - Spider-verse - Star Wars - The Last of Us - Triple Frontier

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fandoms I will write for in the future: | Last Updated: 8/14/23

- 9-1-1 Lone Star - Game of Thrones - Kingsman - Narcos - Scenes From a Marriage - Snake Eyes - The Witcher

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Current WIPS: | Last Updated: 7/3/23

- Clint Barton x Male Reader - Iroh II x Male Reader  - Zuko x Male Reader - Tonraq x Male Reader (Will contain NSFW) - Mako x Male Reader  - Tonraq x Male Reader (Will contain NSFW) - Zuko x Male Reader - Iroh II x Male Reader - Mako x Male Reader - Keishin Ukai x Male Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Characters currently on hold: | Last Updated: 8/20/23

- Carlos Reyes (Rafael Silva) (9-1-1 Lone Star) - Ravi Panikkar (Anirudh Pisharody) (9-1-1) - Tyler Kennedy “TK” Strand (Ronen Rubinstein) (9-1-1 Lone Star) - Clark Kent (Henry Cavill) (DC) - Gyomei Himejima (Demon Slayer/KNY) - Konro Sagamiya (Fire Force/ENS) - Atsumu Miya (Haikyuu!!) - Kita Shinsuke (Haikyuu!!) - Osamu Miya (Haikyuu!!) - Remus Lupin (David Thewlis) (Harry Potter) - Screwllum (HSR) - Frank Castel (Jon Bernthal) (MCU) - Matt Murdock (Charlie Cox) (MCU) - Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) (MCU) - Estarossa/Mael (SDS/NNT) - Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

#welcome #guide #fandom #fanfic #fanfiction #multi fandom

[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

Masterlist:

DC:

Batfam:

Headcanons:

Yandere Batfam x neglected reader, (platonic), 8639 words, GN reader

Damian Wayne:

One-shots:

Yandere Damian Wayne with Tim's best friend pt. 1, 10k+ words, GN reader

Yandere Damian Wayne with Tim's best friend pt. 2, 4834 words, GN reader - (Requested)

Yandere Damian Wayne with Teen Titans/Black Canary's sidekick reader, 11k+ words, GN reader - (Requested)

Headcanons:

Yandere Damian Wayne if his beloved escapes, 1460 words, GN reader

Cute things that Damian does for his beloved, 1094 words, GN reader

Damian with a league of assassins reader, 3468 words, GN reader

Damian Wayne x thief reader with Kitty Pryde powers, 4181 words, GN reader - (Requested)

Yandere Damian Wayne x Alien Leader reader, 2636 words, GN reader - (Requested)

Damian Wayne x reader with Ice Powers, 3829 words, GN reader - (requested)

Tsundere Damian Wayne x Reader, 5654 words, GN reader - (requested)

Yandere! Damian Wayne x Cinnamon roll! Reader, 2257 words, GN reader - (Requested)

Platonic! Yandere! Batman! Damian! x Robin! reader, 5604 words, GN reader - (Requested)

Dick Grayson/Nightwing:

Headcanons:

Yandere Dick Grayson X reader, 3236 words, GN reader

Jon Kent/Superboy:

Headcanons:

Soulmate! Yandere! Jon Kent x reader, 4719 words, GN reader

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy:

Headcanons:

Beast Boy/Garfield Logan x reader with Ice Powers, 3829 words, GN reader - (requested)

Patrick O'Brien/Plastic man:

Headcanons:

Yandere! Plastic Man x reader, 1895 words, GN reader - (requested)

X-men:

Kurt Wagner:

Headcanons:

Yandere Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner x reader, 4254 words, GN reader - (requested)

Submit a fanfic request:

Rules

#damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #garfield logan x reader #beast boy x reader #kurt wagner x reader #yandere kurt wagner #yandere batfam x reader #batfam x reader

[bluetooththereptile]

If you r still taking requests headcanons for superfam yandere pls ? 💙❤💛

Yeah! I sure can do that! You are the first one asking for them so congratulations and thank you!

Even though I've mentioned I'll be just writing about Jon and Clark Kent but I'll add other family members as well for some specific headcanons like this one. But please, dear anon, remember to send a more specific request if you want to send requests in the future!

(Gif my unknown)

Out of all people a family welcomed you with open arms, and your life changed ever since...

It all started when you met Jon at the Wayne Manor. You were Duke's childhood friend, and now you helped him and Tim to upgrade their fighting techniques. As a young well-known champion in martial arts, and a person that didn't want to get involved with hero work but still wanted to help who saved the day, you were an accomplished person in their late teen years.

You bumped into the boy and oh God wasn't he the cutest thing you had ever seen? The 10-year-old boy stared at you with his large blue eyes, stunned as you apologized for being careless as you patted his head smiling at the feeling of his bouncy curls. Damian had to smack the boy to make him get back to reality.

"The name is Jon!" He said loudly as he shook hands with you, squeezing your hand tightly. "Nice to meet you, Jon, I've heard about you...you must be Damian's best friend right?" "We just patrol togetherrrrrr!" Damian said, annoyed with how it was obvious that he and Jon were close. "I'm Y/N...I do apologize for not seeing you here..." you were going to continue talking when Duke called for you, so you left Jon and his friend alone with a quick apology, not knowing what was going on in Jon's mind.

After that Jon would show up in the manor whenever you were there, following you around with a big silly smile on his face, asking you to teach him how to fight as well. After telling you his father had allowed it you accepted, now having the boy stick to your side, all the time, poor Damian had to pull him out of the dojo to make him snap out of the trance he was in or Jon was going to babble about everything and anything while you instructed him. But you didn't mind that at all, Jon was so cute and energetic that you enjoyed spending your days with him.

"Y/N you know Thanksgiving is close right?" Jon said as he floated in the air "Yeah?" "My mom said you should come to spend Thanksgiving with us!" He said as he opened his arms, hitting your head with the back of his hand accidentally "Oh sorry sorry sorry!" Jon was quick to hug your head while he still floated, making you chuckle "I'm fine, but if you keep squeezing my neck like this I'll suffocate!" Jon let go of you, waiting for your reaction to what he had said "I didn't know you had told about me to your mother Jon..." you said, teasing the boy, you liked your privacy and you had told him before that he shouldn't tell everything about you to his family, he babbled a lot, so it was not possible for him to be a secretive person. He shyly would nod, making you chuckle "I'll think about it" "Yay!"

But the truth was far from what you had thought, the invitation was planned, and it was going to be the first step of you meeting the Kents. Kents knew you way before Jon had met you in person, Clark had his eyes on you since the time you had helped Kara in one of the few missions you were involved in. At first, it was just interesting to Clark to keep an eye on you from time to time, you two even had met before and shared some good conversations. It was just a simple friendship between the man of steel and you, or it was what Clark thought before Jon met you as well.

Lios and Karen found it cute how Jon talked of you as if you were an angel from above. Kara even had teased Jon about having a crush on you to which the boy had yelled "NOT AT ALL THEY'RE JUST MY FRIEND!" Every day that passed the family got more intrested in meeting you, you were strong and charming, and Jon loved being close to you, so, Lios like the good mother she was, helped his son to plan about having you meet the family, and what excuse was better than the upcoming Thanksgiving? And you had taken the bait.

How did you manage to survive Jon's tackle hug when you showed up in front of Kent's house is still a mystery, the boy nearly crushed your bones when he squeezed you in delight. That was when you met Clark's gaze again, those deep blue eyes gleaming as you smiled at him. The family seemed to be happy having you there, they were pretty decent and nice for a family of superheroes.

"It was good to meet you Y/N," Clark said as he shook hands with you, his large hand dwarfing yours. "I enjoyed your company as well Mr. Kent, thank you for inviting me!" "Oh please! Call me Clark, feel free to come back whenever you want!" "Can you come back tomorrow?" Jon aid as his head popped out of his room's window, he was listening, in fact, everyone in the house was listening to your conversation. "No Jonny, you know coming to your place takes a lot of time!" You gently scolded your student, making him pout. "What about the weekend?" Clark asked, surprising you. You looked at him, humming to yourself. "I would bother you-" "You are no bother dear...we enjoy having you around." Your heart melted at those words, "I try to..." Clark smiled as he squeezed your hand tighter.

From that night you were going back and forth between metropolis and Gotham, meeting the Kents every week. Thankfully your job gave you excuses to explain your trips to metropolis, you were getting used to meeting The Kents and they had started to root for you so hard that those roots had become unshakable before you could even notice. How could you? You enjoyed yourself so much when you were with them that you couldn't even tell. How could you tell Clark had asked Bruce to make your job require to stay in metropolis? You worked for Bruce after all! How could you tell that the Kents watched after you without you even noticing? There was no chance of you guessing what was behind those innocent smiles and hugs?

Lois treated you like you were Jon's sibling, pampering scolding you if necessary. You got used to her food quickly that eating out seemed dull to you. Just the way she smiled at you when she told you to turn around so she could see if the sweater she had knitted for you fit you well enough or not made your heart warm. Karen was the aunt you never had, along with Kara, they two dragged you around wherever they went, making you feel like you were a part of their family from the start. Bizzaro was like a cute puppy, but one the size of a tank who could crush you with using just his fingers, he liked to solve puzzles with you or have you read him stories. Krypto liked to join in as well and you had to deal with "trying to not wake them both up challenge" when they fell asleep next to you. Conner found you fascinating, he had so many things to learn and you were there to help him whenever he needed help. You both made good pancakes, well, before he got good at making them he has blew the whole kitchen a few times. Clark, oh Clark was obsessed from the beginning, but you didn't mind, how could you refuse his fatherly affection? The time you spent together working on the farm was the best moment of your life. He was fun to talk to and he always listened when you needed to talk, you had opened up to him quicker than the others, besides Jon, who followed you around like a duckling.

It was nice, too nice to be real actually. And the fun ended when you had told them you were going to leave the country.

"What?" Clark asked as his eyes widened, "You know Mr.Kent, sometimes people should leave their lives behind to make better ones, you always had told me that!" Clark hated it when you used his surname "But I didn't mean it like you leaving everything you have built here behind!" "I don't have anything here..." you sighed, "What about us?" Clark said as he walked to you "Us?" You asked, now confused "Yes! What about us! Me! Lois, Jon, Kara, conner, everyone! You are going to leave your friends behind?" You mentally winced at hearing that "I have to keep my reputation as a champion Mr.Kent...I can't risk losing it right now...my future depends on it!"

Clark couldn't believe his ears, now that everything was going to settle down and get better, you were going to leave them? He had started planning to find a place for you close to his family so he could keep an on you all the time, and now you were talking about a future without him and his family evolved? He couldn't have that! You could get harmed when he's not there to help you, he loved you like you were his child! How could he let you go?

He talked to his family about your decision, making everyone go through a turmoil of sadness, you knew they wouldn't like it, that was why you just had told Clark so he could share this with his family. And they didn't accept it the way you had expected.

Everything seemed normal, and it was strange to you. None of them acknowledged the fact that you were going to leave. And if you had reminded them about it they would just say they "knew" about it, you didn't suspect anything, thinking they had finally accepted it, and it ease your mind, but you didn't know what was going to come.

You were driving to the airport in hurry, Kara had talked on the phone for too long, and it had distracted you. Your flight would leave in half an hour and you were not there to check-in! Your mind was filled with worried thoughts about your journey, not noticing the truck coming your way and missing some of its tires, hitting your car and making it fall off the road, the sheer power of the blow you had had your head making you black out.

You woke up, in pain. Finding yourself in the white room of a hospital. You had a hard time remembering what had happened, but thankfully Clark and Lois were there to help you. You had teared up seeing them, Hugging Clark's arm as he shushed you, the fear you had felt during the accident now breaking loose. Your both legs were broken several times, and one of your wrists was like that as well, you had lost your chance for chasing your dream, but thankfully Kents and Waynes were there to help you. Lois insisted on taking care of you herself while you were in the hospital, convincing you to let them build a new portion of the house of them so you could move in with them. They were there for you tending to your every need, Clark even surprised you by saying that he and Lois had adopted you even if you were an adult already. This way you could be a part of their family so you wouldn't feel left out. It was all a nightmare ending in a sweet dream, or so it seemed...

Your mind was incapable of remembering Superman's figure in your car's mirror, as he held a metallic bar in hand. Later the police report would say the tires were pierced by something hard like metal and it had made the truck lose its balance and hit your car, but the report never get to you. Clark had taken care of it.

#blue answers #yandere super family #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere super boy #yandere jon kent #yandere Lois lane #yandere karen starr #yandere kara zor-el #yandere power girl #yandere supergirl #yandere conner kent #yandere x reader #yandere headcanon #yandere krypto

[river-of-hells]

Masterlist (18+)

Writings The River Forbids...

Underage - I will not write explicit content for minors, whether it may be characters or readers

Age-gaps - I will not write large age-gaps. A few years is tolerable, but I will not write a 60 year old with a 20 year old (unless the world is a fantasy setting. i.e. Baldur's Gate)

No consent - I will not write stories that do not contain mutual consent. It is very important for me that everyone, whether real or fake, is treated with respect

Self-harm / suicidal topics - I will not write for self-harm topics, as it is something that makes me uncomfortable

Yandere - I will not write yandere characters. As someone who has a past with abusive partners - I refuse to make it 'attractive'

--------------------------------⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆--------------------------------

Souls The River Takes...

☾. Baldur's Gate - Astarion / Dammon / Gale / Gortash (Durge!reader only) / Halsin / Karlach / Minsc / Raphael / Shadowheart

☾. Call of Duty - Ghost / Hesh / Keegan / König / Logan / Soap

☾. DC - Barry Allen / Bruce Wayne / Clark Kent / Conner Kent / Damian Wayne / Dick Grayson / Harley Quinn / Jason Todd / Pamela Isley / Selina Kyle / Tim Drake / Wally West

☾. Game of Thrones - Gendry Baratheon / Jamie Lannister / Jon Snow / Robb Stark

☾. House of Dragon - Aemond Targaryen / Cristion Cole / Helaena Targaryen / Jacaerys Targaryen

☾. Stranger Things - Eddie Munson / Robin Buckley / Steve Harrington

--------------------------------⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆--------------------------------

Accept The Guidance Of The Rivers Flow...

☾.----> Baldur's Gate

☾.----> Call of Duty

☾.----> DC

☾.----> Game of Thrones

☾.----> House of Dragon

☾.----> Stranger Things

#masterlist #bg3 #cod mw2 #cod ghosts #dcu #game of thrones #hotd #stranger things

[dairy-farmer]

Chris Kent x Tim Drake

Chris isn't really a widely known character (or talked about much) but he's basically a tiny little guy who Tim absolutely loves-- he's just a little boy that loves tim so much and tim loves him back 🥺 Chris is canonically nightwing and I think itd be fun to have Tim love nightwing (chris) more than nightwing (dick)

Anyway so given those facts, Chris should get to be a bit yandere over Tim <3 as a treat <3 audibly physically mentally threatening Kon and Jon whenever they're near Tim, physically scowling and being an over all grump about having to be team mates with damian over tim, and being a general menace whenever someone even looks at Tim wrong. Things like hovering behind someone his face completely dark except for his intense eyes and he's muttering things like 'I will break your legs, rip your organs out of your stomach through your mouth and feed you them' and everyone should get to be completely terrified of him and his complete 360° turn whenever Tim enters the room because his bastardness gets so babyboyified. It's like a feral dog that you KNOW bites and swipes at you and then their owner returns and suddenly they're a little angel. And Tim would deny every single accusation because Chris is just a little guy the tiniest guy. You know. As a treat.

i've actually never heard of this character! how neat!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[anxiousnerdwritings]

HEY! HEY! HEY! GUESS WHO IS BACK!? IT'S ME CHOCOLATE ANON-!!!

Can we have Yan!Fam (BatFam or SuperFam any family to your choosing.) With an S/o who is an excellent seamstress (any gender to your liking) and is excellent with fashion. Like they create clothes either for cosplay or just pure inspiration. Anyways have a nice day-!💗💗💗

-Chocolate anon

SuperFamily w/ Seamtress/Seamster!Reader

They all would absolutely love someone who made and designed clothes! They’d definitely encourage and support your craft. Lois, Kara, and Karen will often sit in while you go about your sewing, stitching, ect. They love to watch you in your element. Even Jon will sit in and watch how you sew and patch or draw and go about designing whatever it is in your mind.

You’re the go to when anyone in the family needs a new suit design or some fix ups. Especially Lois, she always come to you when she needs an outfit fixed; whether she’s missing a button or needs some tailoring, she’ll come to you. Even if she can fix it herself.

You’re excitement and the way your eyes light up whenever they ask you to fix or design something for them or show off your work is what they love the most. Of course they hold high regard, respect and love for your craft but the actual love and passion you put into it is what they they hold close.

When it comes to cosplaying you can bet the family would be down to come along to one of your events. Even dressing up in outfits you made just for them. Especially Jon, he is the one who is just as excited, if not more so, as you are whenever you go to Comic-con or any Anime Expos. He not only gets to spend time with you but also gets hangout and explore awesome conventions and events that someone could only dream of.

The family would be brought to literal tears if you ever made them little dolls or stuffed animals themed after them. They wouldn’t know what to do with themselves but they would be so appreciative. Especially if there is a little version of yourself as well. Just a little version of the whole superfamily would be so cute, loved and appreciated. Or if around Christmas time you ever made them family Christmas sweaters or onesies they would never take them off. Family pictures will be taken and sent to literally everyone. Little things like that would really mean a lot to the family. It just shows that you think and care a lot about them and they couldn’t ask for more.

The family would feel a little jealous if you did/made things for other people outside of the family. Even if it’s something small or insignificant, like patching something up for someone. They would still feel a little hurt, they just want you to share your work/hobby with them. They don’t want anyone else to have anything of yours, not when you put so much of yourself into your work.

#yandere superfamily #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere lois lane #yandere jonathan kent #yandere jon kent #yandere connor kent #yandere kara danvers #yandere karen starr #yandere dc imagine #yandere dc #yandere writings #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere platonic #platonic imagine #platonic superman imagine #superman imagine #dc comics imagine #superfamily imagine #clark kent imagine #lois lane imagine #jon kent imagine #connor kent imagine #kara danvers imagine #karen starr imagine #dc imagine #yandere dc comics #yandere x reader #yancore