Hi Could You Do Yandere Henry Bowers Or The Bowers Gang Poly With A Kidnaped Reader Who Ends Up Being

Hi could you do yandere Henry bowers or the bowers gang poly with a kidnaped reader who ends up being willing and affectionate to them

Warning: Language

Sorry the first part is super long and kinda irrelevant to your ask. It just kinda happened. Also I did it more reverse harem style just so you know, it again just happened😂

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Henry Bowers was a force to be reckoned with by himself but with his gang there was no escape.

Y/N was a kind, shy soul living in the small town of Derry. They joined the losers club as one of the original members after befriending Richie Tozier, the loud mouth of the group, Soon befriending the others. Y/N was always kind to anyone and everyone, no wonder the losers loved her. But they weren’t the only ones.

“So, there's this church full of Jews, right? And Stan has to take this super Jewy test.” Eddie said as the losers walked down the hallway on the last day of school. Eddie, Bill, and Richie were walking down the hallway with Y/N in the middle of them, trying to protect them from the pushing and shoving.

“But how's it work?” Y/N questioned finding it interesting. But they would wish they didn’t.

“They slice the tip of his dick off.” Eddie spoke bluntly replying to the question.

“But then Stan will have nothing left!” Richie joked behind them, Stanley walks out of a classroom and runs up to the losers

“That's true.” Eddie spoke causing the boys to laugh and Y/N to roll their eyes.

Stan caught up and started walking between Bill and Richie.

“Hey, Stan, what happens at the Bar Mitzvah, anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-dick off.” Bill asked with his stutter, he looked at his friend who looked embarrassed by the subject but not surprised.

“Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say "Where's the beef?" The 4 of them laugh loudly while y/n bursts into a fit of giggles.

“At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech and suddenly, I become a man.”

“I could think of funner ways to become a man.” Richie said as they turned down another hallway.

“More fun" you mean.” Stanley corrected with Y/N nodding to confirm as Richie looked to them for back up. He poured but realized who they were walking by.

The Bowers Gangs stood off to the side of the hall with Henry in the middle, belch to his right and Victor and Patrick on the outside.

“They are perfect.” Henry spoke “Nobody is better than them.”

They three other boys nodded looking almost lovesick but a look of possessiveness took over as they saw their person they were all obsessed with walking down the hallway surrounded by the losers.

“Are you guys ready?” Henry said as he looked intimidatingly at the others. A smirk showed on each of their faces as their eyes grew dark.

Their plan would be sent into action soon.

“Oh, shit.” Richie said as they passed the gang.once they safely made it past with the Bowers gang’s eyes following Y/N’s Retreating figure they all looked longingly but they knew they’d have her soon.

“Think they'll sign my yearbook? "Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steaming dump in your backpack last March. Have a good summer."” Richie joked making Y/N giggle causing him to smile proudly.

As they go down the stairs, Gretta Keene, walks past them, bumps Stan making him look back at her as she runs into the girls bathroom.

Once they make it outside, Bill, Eddie, Richie, Y/N and Stan dump their notebooks and school things in the trash. Well not all of it in the trash for Y/N they kept their books they had put in there that they read in their free time.

“Best feeling ever.” Stanley said as he finished pouring his school work into the garbage that was already near overflowing.

“Yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time.” Richie said making Y/N lightly slap him on the head with a weird look in their face. He smiled at them innocently which they returned mockingly.

“Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?”

“I start my training.” Richie spoke giving no more insight into his plans but Eddie questioned him. “Wait, what training?”

“Street Fighter.”

“Is that how you wanna spend your summer? Inside of an arcade?” Y/N asked looking up at him with their hands on their hips with a frown in their face. They couldn’t understand why he would want to stay in doors all day.

“Yeah what they said.” Eddie back up looking up at Richie who had a incredulous look on his face.

“Beats spending it inside of your mother Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie retorted holding up a hand to stan for a high five but Stanley lowered it. “What if we go to the quarry?”

“ Guys, we have the Barrens.” Bill said looking at his friends.

“Of course Bill.” Y/N spoke empathetically. He wanted to search for Georgie, Y/N did as well. She loved the little boy. He was the kindest kid.

“Right.” Stanley said in agreement. Eddie looked around before looking over at the woman standing by the police.

“Betty Ripsom's mom.” Eddie spoke and the group turned towards the woman seeing her wringing her hands nervously and looking at the stream of kids piling out the doors.

“Is she really expecting to see her come out of that school?”

“ I don't know. As if Betty Ripsom's been hiding at Home Ec. for the last few weeks.”

“You think they'll actually find her?”

“Yes, of co-“ before Y/N could fishing they were cut off

“In a ditch. All decomposed, covered in worms and maggots. Smelling like Eddie's mom's underwear.” Richie replied making the group look at him disgustedly.

“ Shut up! That's freaking disgusting.”

“She's not dead. She's missing.” Bill corrected with annoyance. They aren’t dead. Betty’s not dead, Georgies not dead.

“Sorry, Bill. She's missing. You know the Barrens aren't that bad. Who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water?” Richie said trying to correct what he said and get rid of the awkward silence. He felt bad saying that now, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Patrick walks out behind them; without warning, Henry grabs Richie and pushes him into Stan, knocking them both to the ground; Stan's hat falls off to which Patrick picks it up.

“Nice Frisbee, flamer.” Patrick said as he took stans hat.

“Give it back!” Stanley yelled, he was afraid of what his dad would say if he lost it but Patrick just laughs evilly and throws it through the window of a passing school bus.

“Fucking losers!” Patrick said aiming towards the boys while glancing out of the corner of his eye at Y/N who was hugging their back pack in fear and attempting to hide, which all of the gang noticed. What none of the losers noticed was Victor Criss who was standing behind Y/N a little distance away, not close enough to stand out but to where he can sneak up on her.

Belch proceeds to burp in Eddies face cashing him to gag.

“Loser.” Henry said while bumping into Bill. They go to turn away, but they weren’t going to walk away. Not without her.

“You suck, Bowers!” Bill yelled but Eddie knowing better than to pick a fight with Henry Bowers looked over at him with fear in his eyes “Shut up, Bill. “

The gang turns back around

“ You s-s-s-say something, Bi-Bi-Bi-Billy? You got a free ride this year 'cause of your little brother” Henry mocked “Ride's over, Denbrough.This summer's gonna be a hurt train for you and your friends.” Henry looks at Victor from the corner of his eye and the losers don’t notice a subtle flick on his hand which led to Victor closing in.

To continue to distract the loser Henry runs his hand along his tongue and wipes it on Bill's cheek who cringes in disgust and turns his head.

The losers had their eyes trained on Henry and they didn’t even notice when Victor was behind Y/N and quickly put a hand over her mouth making her eyes widen but before she could even make a noise she breathe in, which caused her to pass out due to the chloroform.

Victor Criss held her bridal style. Almost as if she had just fallen asleep. Belch had already previously unlocked the car so Victor ran and sat in the car with Y/N on his lap.

Once they rest do the gang saw no Y/N in sight they smirked and walked away.

“I wish he'd go missing.” Richie spoke spitefully glaring at their retreating figures.

“He's probably the one doing it. “ Eddie said back before looking around. “Hey, where’s Y/N?”

Back in Belch’s car, the gang piled into the car and Y/N was laid across Victor and Patrick’s lap with her head near Victor.

“Good job, Vic.” Henry said looking at the sleeping figure of the girl that was theirs.

The other two boys nodded before Belch started the car.

“We should probably get their before she wakes up.” Henry nodded at Belchs suggestion and he booked it out of the schools parking lot.

The Bowers Gang had been preparing for this day for months the day Y/N would be theirs.

They drove out to Victor Criss’s house since his parents didn’t live there and Henry cared Y/N into the room they had prepared for her and tied her ankle to the bed.

Took a few hours but they finally woke up.

Y/N sat up groggily as the drugs wore away, once they were able to open their eyes completely they saw the gang looking down at them making them jump back while letting out a squeak causing the gang to almost aww at their adorableness.

Y/N was breathing heavily in panic before asking…

“Why am I here.”

And Henry began explaining how he, Belch, Patrick, and Victor was in love with her, completely obsessed.

They gave no room for argument.

Y/N was theirs.

-1 month later-

Y/N was starting to adjust to the Criss house, Victor was always there, along with the others when they weren’t threatened by their parents, or in Henry’s case, Dad.

They often alternated who would sleep beside them first it was Henry, Belch, Patrick, and Victor. then rotate and this morning it was Henry.

Y/N woke up to the sunset early in the morning they knew Henry was on the other side of the bed but he didn’t want to scare y/n so they kept his distance, there was at least a foot of space between them.

Y/N knew that the Bowers going we’re trying their best to take care of them . After the month of spending time with them day in and day out they began to appreciate all they’ve done for them.

That morning Y/N was brave they slightly slid over in the bed and wrapped in arm around Henry’s waist with their head laying on his back.

But what they didn’t know, is that Henry was awake. He was a very light sleeper after living with his dad so he was constantly on edge so with the slightest movement on the bed he woke up from his sleep but didn’t move just thinking it was Y/N and rolling over on the bed. He was very surprised when he felt an arm wrapped around his waist and a head lay against his back and cuddle into him. In his mind he was going crazy, he just wanted to cuddle them back but he didn’t want to scare them and when he heard their breathing even out he knew they fell back asleep. But Henry cannot go back to sleep as he was basking in the moment.

Next with Patrick.

They were all watching a movie together and Y/N decided to get more comfortable as they were tired. They scooted closer to Patrick who was laying on the other end of the couch and lay their head down on his lap. They adjusted slightly so they were laying across the couch with their head on his lap and Patrick stare down at their head in awe. Victor and belch looked surprised but Henry wasn’t and he was just smirking. When they fell asleep on his lap he just calmly ran his fingers through their soft hair.

“They are perfect.” Victor said staring at them.

“We don’t deserve them.” Patrick said looking down at the figure laying on his lap.

“But neither do they. No one deserves them.” Henry said and they all nodded in agreement.

Next to was Belch.

It was just the two of them at Victors house that day as the others the others had left to go keep up appearances in the town. Also to throw others off their tracks, making sure no one would say a word if they had seen them take Y/N that day.

He woke up and made the breakfast for the two of them which was Y/F/F, and after they ate the food and Belch put the dishes in the sink Y/N wrapped their arms around him and had their face laying in his back.

“Thankyouforthefood.” Y/N spoke quietly in a grateful tone.

“Your welcome Y/N/N.” Belch said with a smile, it took him a second to tell what they said but once he didn’t he couldn’t help the smile that took over his face. He turned around in their arms and hugged them close. Y/N blushed heavily causing him to chuckle. They pouted and hid their face in his shoulder.

He loved them.

And finally Victor.

He was the last to receive affection from Y/N. It was another day when it was just Victor and Y/N at the house by themselves. When they decided to watch a scary movie, a.k.a. Friday the 13th, and Y/N wasn’t good with horror movies. They got scared and jumped onto Victor‘s lap. He stared at them and surprised at first, But wrapped his arms around their waist and help them close as they slightly cuddled into him. Victor was so happy and couldn’t help placing a kiss on their cheek.

The next day they were all at the house again sitting in the living room as the boys talked and Y/N responded whenever they asked her a question. They were about to disperse and do their own thing but Y/N stopped them by standing up and clearing their throat, gaining all 4 boys attention.

“I umm… I just wanted to say… t-thank you for all that you have done for me. I have really liked being here with you…. And I… really like all of you.”

The 4 boys jaws dropped and Y/N grew nervous as they continued to stare. But as Y/N was about to make a break for it to go back to their room to get out of the awkward situation they were brought into a group hug.

“We really like you too.” They all said and they all placed a kiss on her cheek or forehead.

Y/N was falling for them and they had already fallen.

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I hope you liked it! Sorry it got super cheesy at the end. 😂

Also I tried to write without specifying a gender.

Greetings one of mah fave authors :) Hope you're doing well today 💖 Do you mind if I request for some yandere Damain Wayne x reader headcanons or a oneshot where the reader loves to write stuff on Wattpad and Tumblr? Oh, and will he let reader have her own Wattpad/ Tumblr account after he kidnaps her? But lol, imagine the chaos that would go down when people start saying that they love her 😂

Greeting to you as well one of my favorite authors,

I’m doing good thanks for asking ♡

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After Damian kidnapped his beloved he refused to let her have her phone for the longest time, he didn’t want her contacting anyone or talking to anyone that wasn’t him or his family. Of course, he tapped her phone with the bat computer so he would see any text or call sent out or received. But, to be safe he had Drake hack her phone and made it so she couldn’t even open the apps. But, after much begging he finally allowed her to use her favorite app Wattpad to read on. He had never used the app before so he didn’t know much about it other than she could read so he didn’t have much of a problem with it.

Y/N was an author on Wattpad as well, she wrote her own stories that gained quite a lot of traction before she was kidnapped and left it on a cliffhanger for months. So, when she finally posts once again her followers went crazy, they begged her to continue the story and she was so happy her story had so many views that she couldn’t deny them this.

Whenever Damian was out she worked on the story and one day Damian came home early and saw her typing.

“What are you doing My Beloved?” Damian spoke as he walked into the room he shared with her. She squealed and jumped slightly into the air from surprise and slight embarrassment.

“Im just writing a story on Wattpad.” Y/N spoke sheepishly and saved her work before swiping out of it. Damian rose an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously.

“I’ll read it.” He spoke and walked over to the desk she sat at before grabbing her phone and walking over to the bed. She slightly chased after him but she knew she couldn’t prevent him from doing what he wanted.

He clicked view as reader on her story and began the first page, then the second and he kept reading even as she went and grabbed a book from the small library Damian had in his room that consisted only of her favorite books. He continued reading until he reach a page with a small number to the right of a paragraph.

He clicked on it and saw a bunch of comments pop up.

“This is so good.”

“Your writing is amazing!”

“I wonder what will happen next!”

He immediately was alarmed, she could contact people on Wattpad?! He didn’t know that when he allowed her to have the app.

“Y/N.” Damian spoke in a accusingly manner.

“Yes?” She spoke, slightly scared at his tone of voice.

“Why didn’t you tell me you can talk to other people on here?”

Her eyes widened, She knew Damian didn’t want her to be able to contact the outside world. To be honest, she hadn’t minded all that much when he kidnapped her. She didn’t have any family and very few people she could hardly consider friends.

Damian looked at her with a eyebrow raised and a slight scowl on his face.

“Hmm?” He questioned again after she didn’t respond.

“Well, I really never thought about it. I promise I never commented on other things before and I haven’t wrote anything in my stories.” Damian was slightly surprised but wouldn’t show it. “I mean… I like staying here with you. You care for me more than anyone else ever has.” Y/N spoke the last part quietly and quite sheepishly but he still heard making him grin. He turned back to the story after he kissed her forehead and he pulled her to lay on his chest as she read her book and he read hers. It was when he reached the latest chapter and saw the comments.

“This is so good! Please update!”

“Wow.”

“I love you-“

“I love your writing.”

“I love this!”

Damian saw the word pop up many times through the next comments and he was growing angry. Nobody loved her, not like he did. No one deserved to love his beloved, they were all unworthy.

“Y/N.” He spoke again with a harsh tone. She looked up at him and he stared directly into her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Who are these people? They keep saying ‘I love you’ and love this and love that! I love you! Not them!”

Damian was throwing a huge fit. He was deleting every single comment that contained the word ‘love’ in it and Y/N sat and watched him do so. She felt guilty as they were just compliments for her story and not actually her. He was standing as well, slightly pacing as he continued to dwell.

Once Damian had calmed down a little she walked over to him and held his face in her hands. He looked down at her and his eyes softened noticeably.

“It’s okay Damian. They aren’t really saying they love me, they mean the story. I have never even disclosed who I am on Wattpad. It’s just a pen name.” She attempted to ease but he still felt annoyed.

“But-“

“I know. You love me, they don’t really. They love my story. I appreciate there support of course but I am yours.”

He was stunned, of course she said it like that as he had drilled it into her head after he kidnapped her, that she was his. But it sounded better as it came out of her mouth. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips to shut it up which worked as he stood frozen for a second while she looked down sheepishly.

He gained back his senses and smirked before truly smiling for a second.

“I love you.” Damian said staring into her Y/E/C eyes. They were beautiful and bright, full of wonder as well.

“And I you.”

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Sorry this was short, I wasn’t sure what to put ♡

I have a suggestion! What about pan or jerome valeska kiddnaping the reader/oc? Ik its pretty basic, but maybe pan kidnapps her to obress Emma and Jerome kiddnapps her because he is fond of her appearance yk? Maybe a little bit yandere style.

Thank u I hope you like my suggestions!

Thanks for my first suggestion! I hope it’s good :)

Please let me know if there is something I should fix for later suggestions. Be it my writing style, or if you’d prefer me to make an OC for the story.

Also TW with just a mention of how Greenwood is charged with Rape and Murder. It’s only the mention and will not be brought up further.

Now on with the story.

Background information: Y/N is the daughter of Jim Gordon and Barbara. She isn’t associated with Barbra since she went slightly crazy. She considers Lee like her mom. Her dad is very over protective since he’s seen the dark side of Gotham. She is 18 years old and somewhat shy/innocent from being protected by her dad.

“Bye dad! Love you!” Y/N yelled out as she approached the front door of their apartment. She was hoping to leave before her dad could give her the talk she always got before leaving the house but luck wasn’t on her side. She also felt the teeniest bit of guilt for rushing out so quickly as she and her dad had a good relationship and she knew he was just trying to protect her.

“Wait.” He spoke coming down the hallway into the room. He knew she didn’t like the fact she had to go over rules before she left the house but he’d been even more nervous since there was a breakout at Arkham.

“Yes?” Y/N questioned.

“Got your phone?”

“Yep.”

“Charged?”

“100%.”

“House key?”

“Definitely.”

“Emergency money?”

“Right in my pocket.”

“Pepper spray?”

“Yep and with the safety on so I don’t accidentally spray myself... again.” She spoke while looking down sheepishly.

“All right love you kiddo. Remember what I said about those people who broke out yesterday.”

Jim spoke while lightly kissing the side of her head and let her go to school.

“I remember. Also love you Always and forever dad. Don’t forget you have a date with Lee later!” Y/N reminded before closing the door to make her way to the Gotham High school. Her dad had bought her a car so she would be more safe getting to and from school as he didn’t trust city busses or taxis. She didn’t mind though it was nice and she was able to play some music while she drove.

Once she arrived at the school she saw the cheerleaders loading onto the bus. She was a photographer for the yearbook and it was one of their first football games for the year so they send her to photograph for the team. She was way to shy to actually try out for it. Once double checking if her car was locked she put the keys in her pocket and made her way to the bus with her camera looped around her neck.

She got on first as the rest of the cheerleads were talking outside the bus with the coach. Y/N sat in the very back with her feet up next to her as a sign of ‘do not sit by me’ she was rather short so it was comfortable as well. She then pulled out her phone and began to text her dad that she was safely on the bus. He replied with a quick ‘ok’ and ‘be safe’ then she started to play a game on her phone as the cheerleaders began to load onto the bus. Once everyone was on the bus they drove away from the school at the cheerleaders were practice their cheers. The. Whole. Ride. It was beginning to get on her nerves as she preferred the peace and quiet but she knew that being on a bus with cheerleaders would be anything but. She grabbed one side of her headphones and began to play music. She lightly tapped her fingers to it and looked out the window.

They drove for about 20 more mins before they were stopped. A red truck had pulled in front of them and people approached the truck. She spotted guns in their hands. She quickly dialed her dads phone and begged for him to pick up.

“Y/N? What is it?” He could tell by her erratic breathing that something was wrong.

“There are people with guns on the bus! They just shot the driver. We are on (random Gotham street) please hurry!”

“I’m on my way! Try and stay on the line.” She said a quiet okay she a boy with red hair entered the bus. Jim quickly ordered police officers to make their way towards the scene.

“I want you all to know... this was a very difficult decision for us.” The boy spoke as he waved around his guns as if it was a toy. Y/N had already ducked down in her seat after a different person had handcuffed them to the seats. She wanted to stay out of of the seemingly ringleaders point of view as she watching her phone continue to hold the call with her dad and her headphone was in on low in order for him not to hear the phone. She still listened from her other ear to be aware.

“It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party.

In the end, we decided to skew a little younger.” He spoke while putting the gun to one of the girls heads. He walked towards the back of the bus as he continued his speech. She heard him coming and quickly tucked her phone into her pocket along with the headphones.

“Youth won the day. Sorry.”

He had reached the back to the bus and was about to turn around when he saw her tucked into the seat. She was very small and if he didn’t know this was a high school bus he would have thought she was a kid. She looked up at him with terrified doe eyes and he looked at her with a smile. He liked her. The innocence in her eyes that made him swoon. She clearly wasn’t like his whore of a mother. She would make a good partner.

“And who might you be.” He spoke while he used his charm. He lifted her chin up lightly with his unoccupied hand as the gun still rested in the other. She scooted as far away as she could with the handcuffs keeping her in place.

“Y-Y/N.” She stuttered out in fear. She was trying to hide not stand out. He moved her hand away from the start of the handcuffs and brought up his gun to which she began squirming at as it was raised.

“Shh, just going to get these off.” He attempted to comfort but it was honestly more frighting what was he going to do.

He shot the handcuffs and the bullet got lodged into the seat as she was detached from the seat but still had the cuffs around her wrist.

“You’ll be coming with me Doll.” He spoke while tugging her up from the seat as the cheerleaders continued to cry at the situation.

“No!” She attempted to struggle but she was too small to get away. But he held onto her. He tugged her out of the bus before giving her to Aaron. Since he didn’t trust Greenwood with his girl. Not like he trusted Aaron any more but he wasn’t charged for rape.

Aaron obeyed and tightly held her as Jerome put back on his crazy face and went back onto the bus.

“Give me an "O"!” He shouted to make fun of them.

“I said, give me a "O".” He shot the roof of the bus making the cry harder.

“O!” The cried out through their tears.

“ Give me an "N".” He spoke again with enthusiasm

“N!”

“Give me another "O"!”

“O!”

“What does that spell?” He questioned while greenwood handed him a hose that would spray gasoline out from the truck they had stolen.

"Oh, no!"

He walked up and down the isles of the bus and sprayed each and everyone one of them with gasoline while they all screamed in fear.

He finished and walked out of the bus and grabbed a lighter from his pocket.

“Ready? Okay!” Jerome said as he attempted to make the lighter work. The flame wouldn’t appear and Y/N continued to struggle in Aaron’s arms but for the man it was nothing. Dobkins was bouncing in his place with anticipation.

But it never lit.

“This is so embarrassing.” Jerome spoke harshly. He was making a fool out of himself in front of his girl.

“Anyone got a light?” He requested from the group of cheerleaders. Y/N was questioning if he really expected them to give him one since he was trying to kill them. He walked off after they all cried out a ‘No’ and winked at Y/N as she looked at him making her glance away hoping for her dad to hurry.

“I do. I got...” Dobkins replied while reaching into his own pocket to grab a lighter.

As Dobkins went to hand Jerome the lighter sirens sounded and police pulled onto the scene. She began struggling more as Aaron held her with one hand and shot with the other with little to no aim.

She saw as her dad got out of the car and quickly held up his gun. His heart stopped as he saw his daughter in the hands of one of the Maniax.

“Stand your ground, boys. They can't shoot at a bus.” Jerome smugly told the crew. He glanced at his doll to see her struggling still while eyeing one of the officers.

“Hold your fire! Hold your fire!” Jim quickly yelled in fear one something hitting his daughter or the bus.

“Dad!” She yelled out as she attempted to kick Aaron but did little to no damage.

Jeromes eyes widened with surprise. Jim Gordon had a daughter? This would be two birds with one stone. He smirked as Jim looked panicked.

“Aaron, Greenwood, get the truck started. And pass me my girl.” Jerome demanded. Y/N was shoved towards Jerome who caught her with a arm wrapped around her waist. He spotted her phone in her pocket and tossed it onto the pavement so they couldn’t be tracked nor could she call.

The officers had ducked behind their cars as Jerome shot at them.

“We're gonna blow this barbecue stand, huh Doll?” He told her as he tugged her towards the truck as her dad tried to follow before he was shot at again.

Greenwood sat on the outside holding onto the bus with the hose.

“Light 'em up!” Jerome spoke as he turned around and made a round motion with his arm to Dobkins who struggled with a lighter as well.

Jerome laughed manically as he got into the truck with her on his lap to which she blushed making him smirk and they began to drive off leaving Dobkins with the police.

Soon they were out of view and Jim quickly drove the bus away from the flames that had fought when the lighter was dropped. He needed to get his daughter back.

Y/N had a blind fold put on her as they left the scene to head back to Galivants building. Once they arrived Jerome picked her up bridal style and carried her into the building. He was stopped by the man himself as he headed to his room.

“And whose this?” He questioned quite poshly. She couldn’t recognize the voice but it seemed familiar.

“My girl.” He replied looking Galivant in the eye with a murderous look, daring him to say she couldn’t stay.

“Fine. But she stays in your room. Wouldn’t suggest having her out here with Greenwood.” He spoke before walking away to his office. Jerome laughed at even the thought of letting Greenwood anywhere near her. He brought her into his room and sat her on the bed. He quickly locked the door with a key to which he placed in his pocket before removing the blindfold.

Y/N blinked to adjust to the light and when she did she quickly scrambled back on the bed, away from the boy in front of her.

“Oh Y/N your never getting away from me. Not now, not ever.” He spoke before laughing crazily making her whimper and her eyes water. She curled up in a ball in an attempt to shield herself away from the boy.

“Well Doll, welcome to your new home. By the way, the names Jerome. Jerome Valeska.”

Y/N began to shake, her dad had told her about his interview. She should have for the hint from the fact of his unsettling laughter.

She was utterly screwed.

Let me know if you’d like a quick part 2

Also, please suggest things to write 😁

Is there any chance I could request for headcanons for yandere Damian Wayne with a reader who's literally fighting tooth and nail against him and keeps screaming "I have a black belt in karate and will kill you once I'm out of here!" Lol I'd LOVE to see his reaction 🤣😂

It has been almost a year since I’ve posted and I really want to get back into writing so here we go. This request is from a long time ago but I started on it and never finished it until now. Let’s hope it doesn’t suck.

Sorry the story didn’t turn out exactly how you requested. It’s my first writing I have done in awhile and I tried to just see where it went.

If you end up seeing this after all this time since you’ve made the request I hope you and anyone else who sees it like it 😆

Damian Wayne x reader (she/her pronouns used)

Warning: kidnapping mention and a few swear words

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Y/N was not cooperating with her kidnapper at all much to his dismay.

She refused, absolutely refused to be a damsel in distress, as she got older and when she watched the occasional Disney movie, she would be found yelling at the screen if they made a stupid decision about a boy. Don’t even get her started on beauty and the beast. Yes it was a love story about it’s whats on the inside that counts and she found it nice and all but she couldn’t ever see herself falling in love with someone who forced her to stay with them especially at the expense of someone she cared for.

The night she was taken; she was walking home from work. A white rag had found it’s way over her mouth and she thought she heard a slightly apologetic tone but she couldn’t make out what they said. She had woken up to being tied her up and locked in a room with her ankle tied to the bed with a very soft and silky yet unbreakable material much to her dismay. It allowed her space to go anywhere in the room, even the bathroom that was nearby but it couldn’t even get her close enough to reach the door handle.

Y/N didn’t know who kidnapped them and she was going to find out. She has been looking down, mapping the room in her head trying to think if she could recognize anything. But the room was oddly bare of personal touches. There was no photos of friends or family or even something that would indicate their favorite things. The room was decorated like something off of her Pinterest board, simple and dark look, all it needed were small decorations. The room even had a fully functioning bathroom with some noticeable changes that would prevent her escape such as the thickest most sturdy mirror she’d ever seen as well as a very small window that barely fit her arm. Once she was done looking around after finding nothing, she laid down on the bed exasperated before feeling like she had to do something. And in her mind the solution was to scream…

“I HAVE A BLACK BELT IN KARATE AND I WILL KILL YOU ONCE IM OUT OF HERE.” Of course she wouldn’t actually kill anybody if she had the choice but it wouldn’t have sounded as threatening if she just said she would just run away and forget it ever happened.

Just as she was about to scream at the top of her lungs once again, just to at least gain her kidnappers attention the door opened swiftly and a person stepped in before closing the door behind them and locking it tightly physically as well as a electronic lock with their phone, a program Tim had specially designed for the families significant others that weren’t necessarily there by choice at first due to the Yandere tendencies of the whole family, but they were moved into another room once they had in the families opinion ‘adapted’.

The figure turned back towards Y/N and she recognized him straight away and she didn’t know how to feel.

“Damian?!” Y/N called out in shock at the person who entered the room with a smirk on his face.

“Hello my beloved. I heard your threat, but we both know you do not take karate nor have you ever. You are too afraid to even hurt a spider. But that’s what I love most about you.”

Y/N didnt blush or at least she pretended she didn’t.

“What the actual fuck? Why am I here?” Y/N was trying to sound confident but that was hard when your childhood friend as well as crush was your kidnapper.

That was an unexpected turn.

The few hours within the room quickly became a few weeks then months. Y/N was still inside the room. She had fought hard to get Damian to let her go. She guilt tripped him and yelled at him.

“I know karate Damian! You don’t know everything about me! Now back off! Let me go! I’m tired of this room and I’m especially tired of all your bullshit.”

“And I know even more styles of fighting then you could dream of beloved, now eat the food Alfred made.”

She even hit him a few times although he had attempted to hug her so it was warranted in her opinion even if she was against being violent. No matter how much she liked him before she refused to like him now. Especially with how he refused to let her go.

If he handled it like any other person and asked her out the situation would be much less difficult.

One Of A Kind Love

Allan x F!Reader

Y/N was a discontinued doll. Of course being discontinued while living in Barbieland was a disaster. She was immediately moved to weird Barbie’s house and her dream house was left to gather dust.

Y/N resented Mattel for discounting her. She has made them such a big profit but they wanted to continuously put out toys that were less quality that would be cheaper for them to make and so they’d break and force consumers to buy more consistently.

Allan was lonely. He was the only Allan. There were different versions of kens and Barbie’s surrounding him in this perfectly pink world, yet he was the only Allan. He didn’t feel like he fit in with the Ken’s even after being a designated ‘Buddy’ for Ken.

He was left alone as Barbie’s had their girls nights.

He was left alone as Ken’s tried to show off to each other.

When Ken attempted to take over the world, Allan attempted to flee Barbieland. He didn’t want anything to change. He also couldn’t bring himself to treat the Barbies the disrespect that’s been forced upon them.

But they decided to turn around and get Stereotypical Barbie to help save them from patriarchy. Allan decided right then and there that he would never get out but he realized he didn’t want to leave Barbieland to fall. So he helped.

Allan led the two humans into weird Barbie’s house. They were met with Stereo Barbie sulking on the floor and Weird Barbie in the splits.

“It’s not the Ken’s!” Weird Barbie called out and it prompted the others to walk out of their hiding space.

Allan almost collapsed. He couldn’t stop staring at Y/N who looked nervous as she looked in their directional and Allan hoped she’d never stop.

Gloria was gushing over the Discontinued Barbies as she named them off, lastly getting to Y/N.

“This is Y/N! She was like everyone’s favorite Barbie, although she wasn’t formally named one, because she was just so durable. It made it so they could never be broken and it ended up being a lot of kids only Barbie.”

Y/N looked shy at the description as if she was some special Barbie but what kind of use is being durable. Meanwhile there was doctor barbie and even physicist Barbie.

Allan couldn’t disagree more. When Y/N smiled at him he felt like the most special person in the world.

Once Stereotypical Barbie was in on the plan they set it into action. All of the Barbie’s who they saved from a Ken would be the next one to save a Barbie. But that left Y/N and Allan in the car sometimes. The other discontinued’s stayed back at the weird dream house to make sure no Kens came to take it over, although it was highly unlikely.

“Hi Y/N.” Allan spoke with a smile adoring his face. The others were out of the van and he couldn’t help but say hi to his newly formed crush. That’s just what the dolls did.

“Hi Allan!” She spoke back excitedly with a smile on her face. Needless to say Y/N had bad self-esteem, which she only figured out because of Weird Barbie. Being discontinued affected each doll differently, but with there being nothing necessarily wrong with her body when she was discontinued like some of the others, it felt like more of a her issue.

“You know my name?” Allen was used to being overlooked. After all there was only him, surrounded by different Ken’s and Barbies.

“Of course!”

Before they could continue the doors flung open and another Barbie was brought into the reprogramming chamber so to speak.

Allan and Y/N couldn’t help but sneak glances back and forth. If a doll could blush Allan would be bright red.

After a little time skip and a battle of the ken’s later, the world was back to normal. Now the Ken’s we’re going to get a little more recognition and be acknowledged as more than accessories. Which was a win for them. After all they just truly wanted the horses and to feel appreciated.

But Allan and Y/N? It didn’t go back to their normal. Allan was now acknowledged by everyone, and he didn’t have to say anything first all the time. But, also he has someone he spent his time with.

Y/N used to only stay up in the Weird House to be with the others who were discontinued. That’s just how it was, and she admittedly felt nervous around the perfect Barbie’s who had roles in the world.

But even if a major lesson in life is to find who you are and not define yourself by your significant other.

There was no rule against finding yourself with each other.

Those Damian Wayne headcanons were so freaking AWESOME!! I LOVED them, thank you so much for going them 🥺💖💖 If it's not too much, do you mind doing a few headcanons of Damian Wayne reacting to the reader's friends dragging her to a fortune teller and convincing her to spend her money on her fortune. The fortune teller tells her that she'll get kidnapped by someone with an obsession for her but reader doesn't believe in all that and doesn't think too much of it. Oh, and the poor fortune teller, why do I have the feeling Damian will kill them?

Thank you so much for the request, sorry it’s taken me so long!

I hope you like it ♡

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Y/N didn’t want to go see the fortune teller at all. She thought it was all bogus. How could they possibly know the future? Y/N didn’t believe they could one bit, but her friends wanted to go to a fortune teller and pay them to tell them their future, which would probably be some basic thing like you will get a dog or something like that. Something simple and guessed, that’s all it was.

All of her friends went first, each one coming out with something different then the other like Y/F/N got that they would eventually run their own company. Others were that they would find true love, or that they had some big surprise going to happen to them soon.

Then it was Y/N’s turn. She walked into the room that was covered in many different patterns and colors. Some crystals laid on the table in front of the fortune teller alongside the very basic crystal ball.

“Come forward child.” They spoke and Y/N reluctantly sat on the chair in front of them, putting her hands into the fortune tellers outstretched ones.

They sat their for what was maybe a few minutes while Y/N was growing silently anxious. Why was she making sounds like gasping. The fortune teller seemed to be in shock once they were brought out of the trance they seemed to be in.

“You will find love, or the love will find you. Love stands side by side to the obsession of he who holds you most dear, and they will take you away to cater their need to protect their beloved...” Y/N looked at them slightly spooked, of course they didn’t believe what they said but why would they said she was going to be taken? And beloved? It didn’t make sense. But y/n brushed it off. She didn’t think it was real, who could? She was just told that she was going to be kidnapped by someone, or her ‘love’ as they would call it, as they thought they would be protecting her.

Like she said, it couldn’t be real.

When y/n walked out of the room and her friends questioned that they were told she simply said she would find love or they would find her. Simple.

They left to continue on with their night, getting dinner together before heading home and going to sleep.

But there was someone in Gotham who wasn’t going to go to sleep anytime soon.

Damian appeared back at the fortune tellers place a few minutes after they closed. He heard everything, how could he not? He stayed near Y/N at all times. She would be alone for more than a second if he could help it.

Damian didn’t like what they said. Y/N shouldn’t know what he was planning, he didn’t like that. He didn’t want her to make a opinion of him before he had a chance to make her his.

The fortune teller was about to leave the shop, they exited the room where they told the fortunes and began walking to the front door before they were stopped by Damian who stuck to the shadows.

“Who are you?” The fortune teller questioned in slight fear at the figure blending into the night.

“Her love.” He answered simply and the fortune teller got the meaning. They knew this was the person they saw in one of the visions they had after they had met a young woman earlier.

They shouldn’t have said anything, and Damian agreed to that sentiment.

“You shouldn’t have told her, you could have scared my beloved. You could have upset her. You could have made her get a wrong impression of what I’m trying to do. You could have ruined everything.” Damian growled out holding up a katana threateningly.

“I’m sorry.” They whimpered out weakly at the sight of the balde.

“Oh, you will be.”

And Damian attacked.

Y/N woke up the next morning and did her usual routine before going downstairs to watch TV. She turned on the TV and sat on the couch. She began flipping through the channels before landing on the Gotham news station. She paused slightly, looking at the familiar building. The one containing the fortune teller.

Turning up the volume she listened to the reporter.

“Late last night the store of a fortune teller was broken into. There is no witnesses or camera footage but when employees arrived early this morning they found the fortune teller dead, with a note saying that they never should have spoke. Police are doing everything they can to find the killer but there are no leads nor evidence to aid the case. Stay safe out there Gotham.” They finished before it cut back to the normal program with them talking about Gotham academy’s new principal and things like that.

Y/N couldn’t believe the person they had met the day before, although briefly, was murdered in the same shop she was standing in that day. And what did they mean by ‘they never should have spoke?’ It was rather cryptic.

Gotham was crazy.

And Damian was crazy for Y/N.

No one would ever tell her anything he didn’t want heard, nor anything that could put him in a bad light.

Cause she was his.

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Sorry it’s taken me forever to finish requests but I hope you liked it! ♡

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