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" 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁, 𝗵𝘂𝗵..? " (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/318922136-%F0%9D%97%A0%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%97%BB%F0%9D%97%B2%F0%9D%97%B0%F0%9D%97%BF%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%B3%F0%9D%98%81-%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%98%82%F0%9D%97%B5?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=The_Sleepy_Bunni&wp_originator=C1%2BTJltxTxSUi9D8NNPHyKvd6g6FXRT3OC08yrbqQvdq9jCCoYkC497mLkvkLgvT6bZl5aZQApoJortznma5UoPSdQwKbq879D9hignw24lfbtohUIBbEpW%2BSR7PZE76 "ᴡ-ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪ?" "ʜᴍ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ..?" "ɴᴀʜ ꜰ#ᴄᴋ 'ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ' ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʙᴀᴛ ꜱʜ!ᴛ ᴏʜ ꜱʜ!ᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ ᴜʜ- ᄂΣΛᴠΣ ᴍΣ ΛᄂӨПΣ ΣЯᴅɪП ᴘᄂΣΛƧΣ!!-- ᴡᴀɪᴛ..! ɪ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀʜᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ-"" - ♧︎︎︎──────♧︎︎︎ ⋅🌩ꕥᓚᘏᗢ⋅ ♧︎︎︎──────♧︎︎︎ - ⚠ Warning ⚠ 18+ ╰┈➤Slight cursing/cussing/bad-mouthing ┈➤Gore/Blood ┈➤Yandere! Themes ┈➤Mentions of Stalking! And Violence! ┈➤Obsessive thoughts ┈➤Slight sexual intention inculded! ┈➤Grammatical errors ┈➤Slight OOC ┈➤ Slow updates - ♧︎︎︎──────♧︎︎︎ ⋅🌩ꕥᓚᘏᗢ⋅ ♧︎︎︎──────♧︎︎︎ - >>Inspirations and Credits; (@ghosteevees) ╰┈➤ If you find inspiration or an idea to copy this book then please come to me first in @-my channel Book cover by; @Neytrix on Deviantart Idea; @-my channel / My own original idea - >>Little Message ^^ ↫♔ If you are uncomfortable with any of the following in this book, I suggest you 'cutely' leave (❁'▽'❁)...... thank you ^^ And that none of the pictures or images belong to me so please don't come after me,,,,,- -

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M A R C U S L O P E Z M A S T E R L I S T

OR

M A T H E O R I D D L E M A S T E R L I S T

currently playing- forever favourite

annoying face

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty? [by annon]

warnings-

modern au, he's famous, smut, undergarments [help], previously annoyed reader, sitting on his face-, what are you even doing here? go study or touch grass or smthn

dating matheo riddle

just basic head cannons, there aren't any warnings, pretty sfw :)

CONVENIENT CATASTROPHE

Fem Reader

Oh boy!🤡

When you mentioned wanting some snacks during your weekly movie night to Tyler he was LESS than thrilled to have to go outside

But you’re his girlfriend so how could he possibly deny you your snacks

So here he was standing like a disappointed dad at a soccer match as you scanned the aisles for your movie ammo

Now how this plays out all depends on how many people are in the store

If there’s like two or three you get your snacks and get back to the movie marathon

If it’s packed then shit is goin down💀

For the sake of drama there’s a cluster of people here

The line is long as hell to check out at the counter and this one dude is holding everyone up over a ripped twenty

Bro would NOT let this go either

“Seriously, dude? You’re holding up the line.”

“Shut up bitch you’re holding up the line!”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

The constant back and fourth between the you and the customer irritated Tyler to no end

“Just leave.”

Though words didn’t seem to make much of an impact as the man kept rambling on about how they should accept the ripped bill

One last rejection too many and the man grabbed his items and walked out without paying

“Sir!”

Deeply sighing at the pitfall of simply going to get snacks Tyler passed his singular can of Cola to you before taking off after the man

Returning conveniently right as you reached the register with all the stolen items in his grasp

“How courageous of you.”

“We’re never coming here again.”

At least you got your snacks but you also got a free trial of Tyler’s ability to hold grudges as you’ve never returned to that store for movie nights again

They could never make me hate you Tatsuya

Headcanons

Does anyone want headcanons for a specific character? Please let me know, I would love to make one for you. (Almost any fandom is okay, I just dont know all fandoms)

Little Princess

Percabeth x Reader ~ Smut

The floor was hard beneath my knees, clothes scatter across the floor, my tongue running along his dick. His hands grasping my hair, I gagged. Looking up, my eyes met the color sea green eyes.

A sly smirk plastering his lips.

Annabeth's hands creasing my clit ever so lightly, Percy pulled back his dick as I felt the loss of pleasure. Annabeth let go of me as I turned and laid on my back. She climbed onto me, sitting on my face.

Percy separated my legs and lined it up with his dick, pushing it inside. My tongue massaged Annabeth's clit, somehow finding its way inside of her.

All of us soon became a moaning mess. Percy's dick pounding into me, Annabeth moaned as her clit was massaged by my tongue.

"I'm so close..." Percy groaned.

Annabeth hands gently rubbing my breast. Percy rubbed my clit as he came, I followed soon after enjoying the sensation and pleasure.

Releasing into my mouth, Annabeth moaned, "Ohhh Y/N.." I licked her until she was cleaned.

Moving down she sat on my hips, grinding into it. Pinning my hands down, she kissed me slowly.

"Can you guys go for round two?" Percy asked

Delicate

Edited

Weeks had passed and you were still angry with Leo.

Avoiding him wherever you went. He would stare at you from across the dining pavilion. Giving you quick glances and trying to catch your attention.

But this was the final straw. He blocked the doorway to outside, locking you both in. "Me and you both know," He said, "If you didn't care, you would-" Trying to grasp your hands, you continuously pulled away.

Cutting him off, you glared daggers... "Does it look like I care, Calypso has made it clear that you two are official, I don't see what your problem is" (Y/N) tells him angrily.

Watching him glare, you silently bite your lip.

Trying to back away from him, you become tense under his glare. Refusing to listen when he tries to explain what's going on. You didn't want to listen for all you knew, him and Calypso were dating, at least that's what she had said.

While backing up from him, you don't seem to see the long cord attached to the floor, as you trip over and began too all.

Feeling a pair arm wrap around you, you look up to see lustful brown eyes staring back. "Looks like your mine after all..." He whispered huskily into your ear, turning you to jelly in seconds.

His lips attach to your neck, searching for your sweet spot. Nibbling and sucking away at your skin. Tugging at your shirt, he continues to suck.

"Eager, are we?" You tease.

Slightly moaning, he releases you, pulling off your t-shirt. Wearing no bra, he sucks on your nipples, rubbing your other breast.

Tonight, was going to be a long ride for you two as you pleased and enjoy another. Let's just say, you both resolved your issue after all.

""I've said it before, I'll say it again: Screw the Capitol."" - from Break every rule (Gale Hawthorne x reader) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/kZTLhvT5h4

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 ♡

~*~

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.”

~*~

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

Could I please get some yandere Damian Wayne headcanons reacting to the reader crying in her sleep cause of a bad dream or something? Oh, and if it's not too much could you make it fluff in the end since I could really do with some fluff right about now. Btw I really love your work, keep it up :)

Thank you for the request, and I hope you are doing okay ♡

-Damian woke up to his beloved crying in her sleep, she was moving a lot as well until she shot up in bed.

-He of course was absolutely concerned. He wouldn’t allow anything to scare his beloved.

-“beloved whats wrong?” Damian questioned as he softly picked up Y/N and set them in his lap as they leaned against the headboard of their bed.

-“it is nothing.” Y/N spoke quietly lightly pushing away from Damian. But he wouldn’t allow his beloved to push him away.

-He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him tightly. He took one of his hands and lightly gripped Y/N’s chin and had them look up at him.

-He saw the silent tears that had fallen and he quickly wiped that away and kissed the spots they were.

-“Tell me my beloved, you know not to hide anything from me.” Damian spoke while he stared down at his beloved who looking up at him. She tried looking down again before he forced her to look at him.

_“Tell Me.” Damian almost growled out and Y/N took a deep breath and spoke “It was of the joker… I had a dream that..” she cut off before Damian raised an eyebrow urging her to continue.

-“I wont allow anyone to hurt you beloved.” And he meant that. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt his beloved never. They wouldn’t live to see the next sun.

- “He killed you… like Jason.” She spoke as tears started again as she could see the image of the crowbar in the hand of the clown. Damians eyes immediately softened.

-“He won’t get me, he won’t ever get you either. The joker isn’t a match for me Beloved.” Damian tried to joke, trying to cheer up his beloved. She looked up at him and smiled slightly. He smiled back and hugged her close to him.

-“He won’t ever hurt me beloved, none the less kill me. The Joker is unpredictable but you can always count for him to not do the same thing twice. He would claim it’d ruin his act.” Damian said rolling his eyes as he attempted to ease their fears. He saw they had stopped crying so he reached over to his bed side table and grabbed the water bottle he kept there after he had wanted a drink before he went to bed. He put it up to their lips and urged them to drink the water.

-Y/N finished the water and Damian put it back on the table and he laid back down and had Y/N almost on top of him as he had his arms wrapped around her securely. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before she laid her head down on his chest but she could bring her eyes to close.

-Damian saw and began talking. “I’ll tell you story, once there was a assassin named Robin…” Damian continued talking, thinking of random situations he’s been in and many of the places he’s gone and a little into the stories he felt Y/N’s breathing level and she has a soft smile on her face.

-“Goodnight, I love you my beloved.” He spoke before falling into a deep sleep with his beloved in his arms.

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😂

~*~

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.

~*~

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

Also I tried to write without specifying a gender.

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.

~*~

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

If anyone wants to join a tag list let me know. It will be for mostly Batfamily one shots and sometimes a few miscellaneous ones as well.

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.

Snow Falls… in love

Part 1 ❄️

Yandere Coriolanus Snow x innocent!reader

Summary: an innocent girl from district 12 is Coriolanus Snow’s tribute. She wins the capitals heart through her love and kind eyes. Now he never wants to let her go, she was his tribute. At first it was admiration, but not it’s grown into something bigger. Love.

Word Count: 1.2k

Female Pronouns

Warnings: obsessive behavior, mentions of murder, normal hunger games warnings, self-deprecation

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Coriolanus Snow. He was the epitome of perfection. At least that’s what he wanted everyone to believe. His mismatched buttons and his wrinkled shirt gave little away to the unnoticed eyes of his peers, too caught up in their own fate of the prize.

That was before they announced there would be one more trial to determine the winner.

Being a mentor in the 10th annual hunger games.

As names went by and a student was assignment to them, groans were heard or the small smirks growing on the faces of the more burley tributes mentors.

Finally it was Corio’s turn, him receiving a small girl from district 12.

“I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!” Echoed through the room, many staring in shock as volunteers were rare for obvious reasons.

They watched as the girl took the stage, her shoulders hunched and silent tears rushing down her face making her appear meek.

“A volunteer! Let me just say I am proud to be the one to get your name, which is…” the announcer spoke with egotistical glee

“Y/N L/N”

“And I see you know the name of the would be tribute, who were you volunteering for?”

“My little cousin.”

Corio’s heart scrunched at the thought of it being Tigress, admiring the girl for her bravery while the others around him laughed, thinking she stood no chance with a heart like hers.

That was the moment his obsession started. First it was centered around winning the money to provide for his family, as well as the namesake that came with it.

But now he couldn’t care less. Of course the money would be nice but it would mean nothing without her by his side for the rest of their lives.

He snuck into the train station to give her a simple rose. At least to him it was simple. To Y/N it meant everything.

Seeing her up close only solidified the feelings in his mind and heart. Vowing to himself to do whatever it takes to keep her alive in the arena.

Even when the two of them sat at the edge of the capital zoo. Her on one side of the bars while he reigned free on the other. Something she couldn’t help but wish for. Even then she would never regret saving her cousin.

Y/N shared the food with him, even when Corio, as she’d taken to calling him in her head as she was too afraid to call him it out loud, insisted she build up her strength. She never breathed a word about how she heard his stomach rumble and the glances he snuck. Instead Y/N passed him some of the food he brought, insisting her stomach couldn’t handle it, doing more harm than good.

Then came the day of exploring the arena, strategizing for the unpredictable day as much as possible. The two of them walked hand in hand.

When the cameras turned towards them, Y/N attempted to let go. She assumed Corio would as well, she was grateful for the comfort but surely it would cause him issues. After all Y/N was district.

Yet, his grip tightened, bordering painfully, and he insisted to stay connected.

She had no hope in surviving the arena, as she looked around there wasn’t strategies forming in her head about how to survive but the least painful ways of dying.

The universe seemingly heard her as the arena exploded, bomb after bomb, debris fell.

Tributes and mentors alike scattered to safety, some making a run for it as peacekeepers chased them.

Y/N had lost Corio’s hand in the ordeal. Frantically she looked through the dust and falling debris to hear his subtle cry for help as a pole pinned down his legs, proceeding to catch his jacket on fire. His blood mixing into the red jacket.

She collapsed in front of him as she pulled the pole off with all the strength she could muster. It was just enough to where he could get out from under it and so he did.

The back of his jacket stayed lit as she threw her mothers jacket onto his back, the only thing she had left of her mom and one she knew she would never see again.

Corio attempted to stand up as the fire was out, the burns and cuts felt like nothing as he watched as Y/N was ripped away from him by peacekeepers. She yelled for him but all he could do was watch before he lost consciousness.

When he awoke he was in the hospital, Tigress at his bedside along with his friend Sejanus. They asked questions about him but the only response that fell from his lips was…

“What happened to Y/N?”

The two didn’t respond, glancing at each other before motioning to the tv where she was seen walking onto the stage.

He stood as quickly as possible. Limping his way to the tv in his hospital gown.

Her eyes shined of innocence and heartbreak. For the situation of her looming death and the fact she had no idea of he was alive.

She had no special skills or ways to win over the audience. So she did what her mother taught her, be herself.

The other tributes used charm, strength, or humor to win over the capital. Donations slowly falling in. Y/N had herself, her shyness, her innocence, and her love.

She avoided the topic of the rebels and bombs but only spoke about wanting the best for Coriolanus Snow. After all if they wanted someone to root for, it wasn’t to be her, but him. To Y/N it was to speak about the person who saved her, emotionally over physically. But the capital formed connections through it, after all they wouldn’t see this aspiring young man as less than human like her meaning they would form an emotional connection, making his victory through her something too root for.

The genuineness shined in her eyes and the capital soaked it in. Sending in money faster than one could even count the previous number. Earning her the highest amount of donations, even tripling some of the other tributes.

He rushed to the zoo that night. Bandages still wrapped around his covered body. Making his way up to the bars he whispered Y/N’s name enough to make her hear it but not the other tributes. Luckily she laid awake thinking of his and her fates, quickly she rushed over to him.

“Corio!” She cried out softly, not even noticing that she called him the nickname she spoke but he did, causing an unnoticed smirk. After all that was what his family called him and soon you would be sharing his last name when his plans worked out.

They talked about how he was alive, as he held her face through the bars, catching the tears falling from her eyes.

They leaned closer and closer before their lips met. He was slow and passionate, trying to push his love through the kiss knowing he wouldn’t be able to say his true feelings out loud until he knew she was safe after the games.

Y/N pulled back for air, her cheeks blushing red from her first kiss.

With her reciprocation Coriolanus Snow knew he had to do everything he could to make her his, even if it meant bending a few rules.

After all Snow always falls on top.

Snow Falls… In Love

Part 2 ❄️

Yandere Coriolanus Snow x Innocent!Reader

Female Prounouns

Word Count: 2k

Summary: an innocent girl from district 12 is Coriolanus Snow’s tribute. She wins the capitals heart through her love and kind eyes. Now he never wants to let her go, she was his tribute. At first it was admiration, but not it’s grown into something bigger. Love.

Warnings: obsessive behavior, mentions of murder, normal hunger games warnings, self-deprecation

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Finale)

The kiss they shared was monumental for Coriolanus. It was as if every puzzle piece fell into place for him. His confidence overruled the idea of Y/N getting murdered in the games the next day.

But that’s all she could think about.

Y/N adored Corio, after all he’d done to keep her alive and favored it was impossible not to. It was difficult for her to process that fact she found someone this special but she would soon die in the games.

“Corio, I-“ she spoke before cutting herself off, figuring out the best way to say it. “I don’t want you to think I have a chance in that arena. Hope is a dangerous thing.”

Coriolanus was silent, staring into her eyes intently as he moved to grab her chin with a firm grip.

“You are going to get out of that arena. The other mentors? Their focus is on making their opponents strong. They will look past simple solutions in favor of brute strength. You will get out of this because of you are your strengths, agility and wits.” He never looked away, not even for a second. He didn’t even let go until he thought he got his point across.

Y/N hesitated but nodded as he goes to hand her a compact case before stopping.

“What is this?” She questions at his hesitation. Not because it’s his mother’s but because he was afraid she open it or something before he could explain. He would never put her in harms way.

“Do not open it until absolutely necessary. Do not smell it or even touch it util that point. Even just a little of it could kill you.”

Y/N understood that he wanted to ensure she’d have a weapon within moments of the timer starting. She nodded as he continued to talk about a hiding space.

“Thank you Corio, thank you for everything you’ve done to keep me alive.” Tears gathered in her eyes, silently falling as he wiped them.

“This isn’t goodbye, I will see you when you win the games. I will see you everyday when I wake up and at the end when I fall asleep.“ Coriolanus leaned in and kissed her softly as he wiped her tears with a plain handkerchief before he retreated back to his house. Not home because he truly believed his home was with you.

~*~

Coriolanus watched the games reluctantly, the blood spilled seem to engulf the screen. He stared at the screen holding Y/N.

The second the countdown stopped they were off. Y/N turned around in fear to see a spear being thrown towards her as she attempted to duck out of the way, but it still managed to cut her arm causing her to whimper in pain.

Yet It didn’t stop her as she ran into the vents, it the hiding place snow suggested but good enough. She was even able to lock it before anyone could notice.

The battle outside was loud. The clangs of metal crashing echoes through the arena. The sounds of screams and grunts as someone’s life vanished in mere moments.

Meanwhile Coriolanus was internally on edge. It wouldn’t show through his poised posture or the indifferent look on his face but the way his heart was beating faster.

There were no cameras in the vents much to Lucky Flickerman’s despair and promises to add one next year.

By sundown there was nearly half of the tributes left.

It was late at night and dark in the arena, most of the tributes were sleeping or staying in their hiding spots since it was dangerous to go out in the dark.

That’s when Sejanus snuck in. He saw the way they hung up his friend from the districts. The torture he went through while he was living lavishly in the capital with his daddy’s money.

To which he used to give his friend a proper District 2 send off.

Unluckily or luckily for Coriolanus it was his responsibility to get him out.

~*~

Y/N peaked out the vent when she heard talking. A voice sounded familiar but with how far away they were it was hard to tell for sure.

Corio couldn’t pass up this opportunity so as his friend gathered himself, he ran up to the vent.

Y/N was on edge until she saw the face of Coriolanus Snow.

The tears instantly began running as she went to along it but be stopped her.

“I have to get out of here. I’m not supposed to be here. But I had to see you, I couldn’t leave without hearing your voice in person. I’m sorry I can’t get you out.” He reached through the vent the best he could and they held hands. “There’s significantly less tributes left from earlier. Your chances are bettering Y/N, now it’s time for you to believe in yourself.”

“I will be okay, I will see you later Corio.” Y/N spoke as her voice wavered. Would she? She didn’t know. But she couldn’t bring herself to fully find comfort in his words.”

“See you later my love.” Corio spoke without truly thinking of the implication of the pet name but couldn’t find himself to be bothered as him and Sejanus ran out of the arena, no other tributes even hearing the sound of the gates closing for the last time until the winner was announced.

~*~

Y/N had begun to sneak out of the vent at night to stretch her legs. Risky but necessary after spending days sitting down in the vent, her breathing silent as tributes would walk by, not sparing even a glance at the vent.

That was until one did notice.

Y/N got out of the vent on the third night, pushing the door open quietly as she stepped out on alert.

What she didn’t know though was there was someone else in that part of the arena. They were crouched in a corner, blending into the shadows the best they could at the orders of Coral.

Tanner got up slowly, reaching to grab his weapon, before running at Y/N.

She heard the rocks cracking beneath his feet before she turned to the noise. His sickle was raised high, a battle cry falling from his mouth as he swung right at Y/N. She dodged it.

That was until she lost her balance and slipped down the slanted rocks.

~*~

Coriolanus was the only one left at the viewing auditorium. He watched closely as Y/N was crawling out of the vents.

He looked around the frames of the arena, checking peoples positions to ensure the safety of his tribute.

That’s when he saw Tanner.

Corio watched in apprehension as tanner ran at her. He was hitting buttons on the keypad urgently, looking for anything to help her after the whole faulty drones thing.

But what else could be done?

~*~

Y/N felt her head slam onto a rock, leaving only a concussion hopefully due to the lack of blood.

Tanner made his way down, almost making a game of cat and mouse out of the chase as he slowly lurked closer.

Y/N pushed her self up even with the disagreement of her head as she went to run before feeling a slight weight in her pocket. Reaching into her pocket as she kept an eye on him, she got ahold of the little ‘gift’ from Corio.

The second Tanner got closer Y/N open the container and blew the entire contents into his face before throwing the container to the center to keep her hands free in case it doesn’t work.

Nothing happened… at first.

Then he collapsed as blood drained from his nose.

Coriolanus watched as Tanner’s feed cut with a look of admiration at Y/N’s ability to defend herself. Because that’s what he saw it as, self-defense.

Y/N saw it as murder. She knew what was going to happen. It was between the two of them. They wouldn’t make friendship bracelets and stop fighting. This was life or death, she had to make her choice. The feeling of the poison in her hand made her decision for her as it brought a familiar blonde to the front of her mind.

But it didn’t make it hurt any less as she watched the light fade from his eyes before shutting them. A quiet promise of hoping he had a better time in the next life before shutting herself in the vent.

With the Rebels attacks increasing, Volumnia Gaul decided the game was over. There was no chance for a Victor. They all would die.

This was not something Coriolanus took into account.

He ran as fast as he could before stopping at the entrance of the doctors building.

Coriolanus had to make a plan… and fast.

~*~

Y/N and the others heard the commotion of something landing in the arena, followed by the sound of crunching underneath it. It was dangerous but they all inched forward as Y/N got out of the vent, watching from afar. Of course she was curious but it was the capital. There was no influence she could have but only hope for the odds and they never seemed to be in her favor.

Wovey was the first to get close

“Is it done? Can we go home?” Tears built in the little girls eyes.

The item began cracking before a sea of snake engulfed the girl like a wave upon an ocean pulling her under the tides.

All of the tributes screamed as they attempted to run for safety. There was just too many snakes, the bites would slow them down before their inevitable death due to the amount of venom flooding their system.

It was down to Coral and Y/N.

Y/N had stayed up by the vent and watched as Coral attempted to reach her but was stopped by the snakes wrapping around her arms and legs.

Then there was one.

Y/N didn’t move, maybe if she didn’t run they wouldn’t be alarmed and kill her? Maybe they would go right past. But that was hope, and she would be hypocritical to have it.

The snakes circled up her arms and legs as Y/N urged herself to calm down. This was her last few moments and she only waited for the inevitable pain of stinging bites resonating throughout her body.

It never happened.

They just slithered around her, coiling themselves as if to comfort.

~*~

Everyone was confused on why the snakes attacked everyone else but Y/N. It didn’t make sense until Coriolanus spoke up

“She calms them! You saw how empathetic she was in the interview” he looked around to see the nodding heads as he hid a smirk “They won’t hurt her. Let her out!”

Tigress yelled to let her out as well. She saw what Y/N was doing to her cousin and she couldn’t imagine what would happen if he lost her.

This brought the crowd to a chant.

Then finally, the games were over.

“The Victor of the 10th annual Hunger Games is… Y/N L/N!” Lucky announced the winner as the room cheered. Corio only talked to Tigress and Sejanus before rushing out of the room to find his love.

After all, there was no proof he cheated.

The compact was shattered upon impact with the snake container.

The white handkerchief had been deemed a tributes.

There was no evidence Coriolanus Snow and Y/N L/N cheated in the games. It was only their secret.

They say love is a weakness.

Especially in the Hunger Games.

But it made the two of them stronger. It was the two of them against the world from the start.

Snow fell in love, but what would it take to keep her with him?

The world may never know

Until the last and final part of their love story.

~*~

Note: Hey Everyone! I hope I did you guys justice with how much you liked the first part. I appreciate all the love and it greatly inspired me to write and finish this story. I know there wasn’t much fluff in this chapter but this plot had to be told.

I will be publishing a part 3 ❄️

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Snow Falls… In Love?

Part 3 (Finale) ❄️

Yandere Coriolanus Snow x innocent!Reader

Female Pronouns

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Manipulation, Yandere, Coriolanus Snow, Hunger Gamed typical warnings

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Snow kept his promise. The day after the games ended he woke up next to Y/N as the sun shined in then from the window. He simply laid there and watched as she slept and the ride and fall of her chest. It meant she was alive and that’s all he ever wanted.

She began to stir and her eyes opened tiredly before peering up at the boy who didn’t even try and look away.

“Why are you staring at me? Is my hair that bad?” Y/N teased as she used her fingers to brush down her hair. She’d never woken up beside someone before so that little nagging thought in her mind wanted her to look presentable.

“You look as beautiful as ever.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. She blushed flustered. It was odd. Going from waking up in a dingy vent, fearing for her life every second as more and more people died. Now she was laying in bed with the boy she thought she loved, but it was hard to determine. After all, who wouldn’t grow some sort of appreciation for the one who saved their life?

“Oh I doubt it.”

They continued to go back and forth teasing each other, almost making the air in the room feel that much lighter. To outsiders it looked like a married couple. They got ready and cooked breakfast together in an apartment Corio rented just for her. It was all very domestic as they simply sat in each others presence talking about what the plans are for the future,

After receiving the prize money along with Y/N, they went out to the shops and bought her clothes and the apartment, both of which she greatly protested not wanting him to spend money on her but he ignored her.

Then he paid off all of the debt for the Snow estate so Tigres and Grand’mam wouldn’t have to move for as long as they both lived. Sure it was technically his but he figured he’d be spending more time with his soon-to-be wife before they'd move in.

Coriolanus was someone who always thought about the future and so he made plans. He wanted to be married as soon as possible. It didn’t matter how long they’d known each other but he loved her. He wasn’t going to let some stuck-up capital prick take her away from him.

He gave it a week.

Y/N and he went on dates and he showed her things she couldn’t ever dream of. Of course, it only brought up her admiration but now she knew she liked him if not loved him.

Life or death makes people do crazy things.

The kiss at the capital zoo was something she thought about constantly. Now that the looming figure of death wasn't influencing her every move, she had time to think about what it meant, as well as the fact he called her 'my love' in the arena. She doubted he even remembered the last part cause he had never brought it up since.

Y/N wanted to believe all of these dates meant something. Meant that they would someday be together. But to her, it seemed like false hope. After all, no one would approve of them nor would Corio deserve to be stuck with someone from the districts.

Y/N and him were in their practically shared apartment when he asked her to come to the living room.

"What is it Corio?" She asked as they sat down on the couch. He took her hand into his and made his features appear sad.

"The President sent a letter today...'' He trailed off to see her reaction which was immediately frightened giving him the cue to comfort her. "He wants to send you back to District 12 to show them the control of the games"

"No! I don't want to go back! There is nothing for me there. My family is dead, I had no friends, I can't go back to that. You are all I have Corio!" She blurted out the last part before covering her mouth as if it was some sort of crime. It only made Coriolanus love her more. After all, that's what he wanted. her reliance only on him.

"He gave an ultimatum" Y/N shook in fear at the idea. What would it be? Would she be forced into hurting more people? Would she be treated worse then she was in District 12? There seemed to be no way to win. But she finally asked what it was.

"You have to marry me" Her jaw dropped and she instantly turned red. "He wants someone to be watching over you, someone from the capital in order to ensure you don't 'embarrass them' as he said. We could try and find you someone else-"

"No. Please." Y/N begged, she did not want to be sent away nor did she want to be stuck with someone she did not love. "I don't want this for you Corio. You deserve someone with a higher standing. I can't help you get anywhere in the capital and we know it is all about connections and standing, to which I have neither. I'll go back, I love you Corio, but-"

Coriolanus froze at the admission. Sure he loved her with his entire heart. Y/N was his reason for living. She was his.

But he didn't know she fell for him just as he did her, even if it was at a lesser level.

He reached over and pulled her into his lap, her legs on either side of his as he put both hands on the side of her face to bring her closer.

"I love you Y/N. I could never imagine being with anyone else. I want you by my side for the rest of my life." He brought her close and kissed her gently to which she reciprocated. Both tried to put their emotions int the kiss once more but it felt different. Y/N did not know how to pinpoint the feeling.

So she agreed.

Coriolanus had never felt happier. He had the girl, the money, and the power.

But all that rises must fall at some point.

It was the day before their wedding. everything was planned out. Even Tigres made her a beautiful dress just waiting to be worn down the aisle.

Corio had been on his way back home to Y/N when he saw Sejanus go down an alleyway looking around hesitantly. So he followed him.

He was led to a door that was thin enough to hear through if someone tried hard enough and oh he did.

"I know a way out. It can get us out of Panem. If you just go north-" Sejanus was talking to an unknown voice. Coriolanus felt betrayed, he knew how much a sympathizer he was to the rebels but he never thought Sejanus would go as far as to abandon Panem. He grabbed a small recorder from his briefcase and slipped it under the door just enough to catch the information more clearly.

They seemed to be in a rush, not even bothering to check out the door if anyone was there. Nor glancing at the blinking red light.

Once he had enough information Coriolanus took it and ran out of the alley. Walking once he got out in order to not look suspicious.

He quickly went home, letting himself in as he heard Y/N cooking in the other room. The idea of seeing her and getting married the next day made him forget about the recorder sitting in his jacket pocket.

"Hello my love" He spoke as he walked in kissing her cheek. She blushed at the name but returned the greeting. Y/N was still getting used to the pet names and casual admissions of love. After that day on the couch determining they were to be married and they loved each other, he had changed. She noticed he was constantly checking in on her and telling her about how dangerous it was to go out without him. After all, they didn't love her like he did. They wouldn't understand what she had been through so they wouldn't treat her right.

He instilled all of these thoughts into her head and her fear of leaving the apartment alone increased by the sentence. Even when she woke up screaming from nightmares of dying or killing someone. He was right there comforting her, he could still see the kind and innocent glint that shined bright, the reason the capital loved her.

After all, she was what they could never be. They were too full of pride, gluttony, lust, and greed.

He asked her about her day, albeit their was not much to do around the apartment so she sketched.

"Could I see it?" He asked and her eyes lit up as he showed interest in something important to her but she shook her head "It's not done yet. How was your day?"

She successfully deterred him from her and he went on about his day, not including the aspect of Sejanus's 'betrayal'.

They finished their dinner and began getting ready for bed. Y/N still was not comfortable changing in the same room so she straightened up the living room.

Y/N spotted his blood-red suit coat sitting on the chair by the entry way and went to grab it to hang it up but as she did something fell out of the pocket.

She looked down and saw a.. box? It fell open on impact leavig a small recorder to fall out. She knew he carried one around to have in classes or whenever he was learning with Dr. Volumnia but he usually left it with his other materials.

Y/N bent down to pick it up, accidently pushing the 'play' button on the side. She was startled and attempted to turn it off when she heard what it was saying. The rebels. Leaving Panem. All of it.

Why would he have recorded this? She didn't know or at least she didn't want to believe it.

Turning the box around she saw "To Dr. Volumnia" Y/N knew of Coriolanus's loyalty to the Capital, he would never leave it. She knew he was working to design the Hunger Games and of course, a part of her broke at the idea. But, he always treated her like she was worth everything and she loved him.

He was planning to turn Sejanus, someone she met and determine she liked, in as a rebel.

Coriolanus Snow walked into the room, annoucing it was her turn to change and get ready when he saw what she was holding. His heart beat faster and his jaw clenched.

Of course it wasnt Y/N's failt, it was Sejanus's for putting him in this postion.

"Sweetheart?" He called softly as if she was a frightful animal.

"What were you going to do Coriolanus" Y/N spoke giving him a look of anguish.

"What is right."

"This is not right! Sejanus is your friend!"

Coriolanus scoffed at the idea of his 'friend' he was a traitor.

Although Corio supposes he should thank him, after all once he turns this in he will be praised and likely bring him and his love even higher up in the world.

"I don't need him." He walked over taking the box and recorder from her hands before returning it to his coat pocket.

Y/N rushed for the front door. The coldness in his voice scared her. He was willing to sacrifice his childhood friend for what? Power? Money? What she did know was that she did not want to be next on that list.

She pulled it open but a hand reached above her head, shutting it instantly before pushing her against it.

He held both of her wrists above her head as she struggled before growing tired. The adrenaline and anger are being replaced by fear and sadness.

"This is for us my love. When I give this to Dr. Volumnia she will tell everyone what I did for the Capital. How I saved it from the rebels and traitors that claimed to be one of us."

"But I am not one of you! My name is Y/N L/N, and I am from District 12. I hold no power with my last name nor do I have a fortune to sit behind. I am part of the Districts!" He kissed her harshly before he began to speak

"Sure right now you are, but tomorrow? We will be married, You will become Y/N Snow. An heiress to the Snow name and future First Lady of Panem."

Y/N scoffed as she looked at him defiantly. Of course she loved him, it wouldnt turn off in the blink of a eye. He was all she has ever known after being alone for so many years but he was foolish to think she would still marry him.

"I would rather be sent back to District 12, Hell even marry some stuck-up prick than marry you." Her words lacked venom which he picked up on but it only mildly dulled his anger.

His delusions of his love didnt allow him to be anger at her. After all, all of this was Senjanus's fault for corresponding with the rebels in the first place. It isnt Y/N's fault that her sweet mind was corrupted by those foolish rebels.

Still, He wouldn't reveal that the president wasn't forcing them to be married, why would he expose more secrets that are already laid to rest.

"You act as if you have a choice, my love. We will be married tomorrow Y/N Snow. This will all come to pass and we will be the happiest couple in Panem. I will give you everything you've ever desired. My love for you will never die Y/N."

Y/N struggled some more before he reached into his other pocket of the nearby coat. It held some powdered substance. He kept Y/N pushed against the door with his body before quickly opening the powder and blowing a small pinch in her face,

"What did you do?" She cried out, worried it was the same poison se used in the games. "Did you poison me?'

Coriolanus's face grew sympathetic as he put the powder away and picked her up bridal style as her muscles grew limp.

"Of course not my love. I would never hurt you. I'm sorry I worried you, This will just help you get some sleep. After all, we have a big day tomorrow." Y/N went to protest as she felt her eyes close and his grip around her loosened as she was laid in the bed. "Sweet dreams."

Meanwhile, he went and grabbed her sketchbook. He was curious about what she had spent the day drawing and he had nothing else to do before joining his dear fiancée in bed.

He opened it to see a drawing of the two of them, it was an almost photographic image of one of their dates when he took her on a picnic.

Coriolanus tore the page out and placed it in a frame, she claimed it was not finished but he had a feeling it was just cause she was embarrassed to show him.

Walking back to the bedroom he got into bed, kissing Y/N's forehead who was out like a light.

Knowing he would be getting what he dreamed of when he awoke the next day.

~*~

Y/N awoke the next day to Coriolanus out of the room. He sent stylists to help her get ready and had a few guards blocking the exit. The outside at that. He would not allow any men near her while she was getting ready. He didn't trust anyone's intentions, not even the women but someone had to get her ready, and Tigres would cave in an instant. He paid them to get her ready as they were assigned to ignore anything she said about leaving or not going through the wedding.

After all, he couldn't do it himself, it was bad luck to see his bride before the wedding.

After a lot of struggling Y/N figured it wasn't the stylists' fault. She vowed to not lose her values even now.

Then she was escorted to the wedding venue. No one was there to walk her down the aisle and nobody filled the seating area other than Tigres and his Grand'mam.

The officiator stood at the end of the path, white rose petals lining the surface leading her to snow himself.

Y/N walked herself up to the podium where Coriolanus took her hands in an inescapable grip but the poor girl had already succumbed herself to her fate.

She told herself it was because she was tired and there was no way she would get out of this.

But a part of her heart ruled her actions. Just wanting to stay by the man who seemed to love her so dearly that he couldn't stand being without her. She would never admit it.

Not even during their vows where he promised to love her for all of eternity. That she would be his forever.

Not as he slid a beautiful ring on her finger that seemed to be made just for her.

Not even when the question finally came after his own.

"Y/N L/N, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in marriage in Panem, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Coriolanus gazed into her eyes, a look prompting her to say 'I do'.

A tear fell. For what she didn't know, A loss of freedom? or was it happiness to be married to the man she loved? Y/N felt as if she was forsaking her love and kindness, everything her mother wanted her to be, if she didn't try and fight back. But it was just so hard, she was tired of fighting.

"I do."

"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Snow, you may now kiss the bride."

Coriolanus didn't waste another second as he dipped Y/N lovingly. It was a kiss straight out of a romance novel. She kissed him back unknowingly and he knew right then she still loved him without any words needing to be said.

After all, Snow always lands on top.

~*~

Thank you guys for all the love of this story. I am hoping to do more Coriolanus x Reader in the future. After all once I see the movie again Tom Blythe will pull me right back in. I hope you all loved the ending and thank you again 💙

Also this is just an ironic fact but I didn’t do the word count in purpose.

The first part had 1k

The second has 2k

The third has 3k

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Franky Franklin & You, Franky Franklin & reader Characters: Franky Franklin, Reader Additional Tags: Romance, Dating, First Night, Fluff, Angst/Comfort Summary:

He wakes up. And he is not alone. Well, he must only be dreaming ... (And that the sweetest dream he has ever had.)

(Finally ...

Finally I posted my text on AO3.

Here it is !

I will try to write more fanfics because I really  enjoy it. 😊)

My Favorite Berry - Alone (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/M5bWJQ2rk9 This is my first non-hazbin related story, and my first story in general! So try not to judge to much. This will be a slow burn, and warning, there will be some violent themes so I suggest you be at least 13. Any art including the cover art is no mine. Your au was destroyed, and you're the only surviver. You wandered alone what seemed to be years, yet never aged. In a white wasteland of nothing, you resigned yourself to forever be alone. Until someone finds you, and he introduces you to someone who will forever change your life.

After months of waiting... the second chapter of My Favorite Berry is up! Sorry for the delay, but I had some thing I needed to do in my personal life. I hope you enjoy it!

Missing Hoodie

TW: None; just pure fluff.

PSA: Specifically for Female readers but can be read with any gender/pronoun

(This is an imagine so you can think of whatever character you want when reading)

This is an old piece I made that I decided deserved to be published cuz it was decent.

Story Below the cut

The boy groans in aggravation as he rummages through the closet, tossing random clothes behind him and letting them pile onto the floor. “Where is it? I could have sworn it was here.” He gets up and scans the mess he made and sighs as he walks back into the living room, opting to clean it later as he was too upset. He plops onto the couch, allowing the beige cushion to swallow him up. 

Unfortunately he was still angry.

Currently, the room was dead quiet. Excluding the whirring of the ceiling fan and some outside noise, It took the male a while to realize something was off since the female of the house was nowhere to be found. Typically by now, she’d be attached to his lap and snuggling into him but currently, it felt like she disappeared. “Where did she go?” He spoke to himself knowing he wasn't getting an answer from the thin air. 

In all actuality, the girl was sitting in the guest bedroom snuggled into the pillows and caressed by the sheets. She smiled to herself, feeling the fabric cling to her loosely and the lavender scent intoxicating her nose. She knew he was probably looking for it but she couldn't care, she adored his scent hence why she was always clutching him in some way.

The female had been in there for over two hours, pushing three. 

He finally worked up the strength to get up and search for her, checking any room she enjoyed being in. Starting with the kitchen and working from there. “Huh, I guess she Doesn't spend all her time here.” He gives up right as he reaches the last possible room in the house she could be in, The guest bedroom. “If she isn't in here then I guess she went outside. I'm too annoyed to call her.” He twisted the knob and entered the room, seeing a cocoon of blankets surrounding a figure. “Should’ve known you were in here.”  

He walks closer and kneels by the bed, now noticing she is asleep as light snores leave her mouth. She turns to face him, still unconscious, and only then does he notice a familiar hem around her neck. He shifts the blankets a bit and sees that the hoodie he was looking for was right where he should’ve looked the first time; on his girlfriend. “You little thief. You had me thinking I lost it.” He strokes her head, admiring her sleeping form. “When you sleep, you look like some type of angel, you know that? I could probably never say this to you as you’d never let me live it down though.” He chuckles a bit at himself, remembering times when such an instance occurred. “You should’ve said something dummy.”-He flicks her head softly- “if I knew you liked my hoodies so much, I would’ve given you some. No need to steal.” He speaks as if she can actually hear him scolding her. “Stupid. How did I fall for such a stupid person?” He fixes the blanket on her and kisses her forehead, standing up and brushing the dust from his knees. “You are stupid. But you’re mine so I suppose it's fine.” He walks to the door, opening it and closing it as quietly as possible. “Now to fix up the room, you’ll probably scold me if I leave it a mess.” 

   He may tease her but he knows deep down if anyone hurt her, it’d be a problem. He just never told her since saying it isn't as easy for him, if it was he'd tell it to her while she had enough consciousness to hear him.

Everyday. 

Exactly how much he loved her.

(hope you enjoyed)