#yandere awesamdude x reader

[ihavemadequestionablechoices]

Yan!C!Awesamedude x GN!Reader

Summary: Living in a kingdom with someone in charge who you see as a tyrant, you weren't afraid to take your shot and attempt to murder him. Unfortunately, he survived, though barely, and you'd been arrested. Now, you're one of the very few prisoners of Pandora's Prison: the dungeons for those who are, to put it mildly, fucked.

Genre: angst, horror

Warnings: swearing,

Pronouns: I/me

Request: [YES]/[NO]

AU: Medieval-inspired

Note: because I'm on vacation and thusly can't update my fics, I decided to make use of the free WiFi in this hotel ((: Note that they're written on phone, and so likely have mistakes.

Pandora's Pen

Day 1

Welp, guess what? I failed. I didn't think I'd end up here, but I did. Pandora's Prison. The moment that spoiled prince sent me here, I knew I was fucked. I hoped I'd be given a fair trial, but of course, a "royal" can't deal with criticism.

So, now I'm just living a death sentence, basically. Everything in this place (including a bed) has to be bought by my money. You believe that? I'm lucky to have Niki make sure I remain alive as long as I can afford (I trust her with my life, so also with my money), but I said I only want her to give the money to stuff like food and drink. I'll just pee and shit and whatnot in the bucket the Prison did provide, and she'll pay with my money for the meals. But I refuse any other luxuries. The only other thing I asked for was this notebook, to be returned to her, so all know the true cruelty of this nation.

I'll start out by describing what happened when I was brought here. While I stayed in the dungeons of the Royal Palace, a bunch of soldiers came in and forced me into handcuffs. They blinded me with a blindfold and told me to remain silent once I started (naturally so) asking questions. They didn't say where they were taking me: I assumed to court. However, I was eventually forced upon a wagon and brought to somewhere easily recognizable.

The Prison is darker for one who knows it'll become their home. They stripped me of any belongings I had left, and forced me into this weird uniform, which admittedly isn't that bad, it's just hard for when I have to piss. It's like a dress with trousers, if you get what I mean. I don't know, man, never been big on clothing.

Anyway, the main Warden hadn't spoken at all during this, until he explained the money part. Ugh, I already hated this voice. He said I wouldn't see anyone except the other wardens, so I should get used to it. Well, he said it more formal, but it was clear to me he wasn't going to treat me like a normal fucking human being.

I was one of the few criminals there too. The other one was Dream, who's infamous for his "war crimes" or whatever they're called. However, I'm never going to see him. He's stuck in the big lava cell, while I'm just stuck in a dark-ass chamber with only the light of outside through railed windows to prevent me from going blind. While he's stuck in a poisonous warmth, I have to do with a bone-chilling cold.

My cell is pretty small. I think a guy of two feet would have to constantly keep his head down, and the cell itself is like 3 by 3 metres. I already mentioned the bucket (fucket) and there are carvings in the walls that have probably been made by a former prisoner. There's only a little light: that of outside and of the small window in the door, whenever someone with a torch comes by. It stinks. Unsurprisingly so, but I expected more urine-smell and less... well, death.

Anyway, I'm writing this before I'm going to try and sleep on the cold floor. I want to make sure I sleep enough to prevent any health problems that come with this... life, if that's what you can call it, from escalating.

And well, I am tired. Extremely.

Day 3

So, today one of the wardens came to bring me food. He smelled like alcohol and I'm pretty sure he was drunk. When I spoke to him, he answered kindly, though I think that's because he wasn't really there. The guy was called Bad, he said. When I asked him why he was drunk, he said it was to block out the screams. At first I thought he was trying to scare me, until I heard them too.

The Warden (the green one) passed by my cell, so I asked him about it. He seemed... shocked. He stopped by my cell and looked at me through the small window. I could only see his eyes. They looked as exhausted as mine.

"You're not allowed to speak to me, 7."

Yeah, 7 is the number assigned to me, for some reason. I think it's because I'm in cell 7. Not sure, though.

"I'm going to die in here anyway. If you think I give a shit about your petty rules, you're mistaken. But who was that? What was that?"

Despite apparently not allowing me to talk to him, he still answered.

"That's none of your business, 7."

"Don't be sassy to me, Warden. You know I'm going nowhere, so why hold that information a secret?"

I'm pretty sure he doesn't know about the notebook (he might, but he didn't mention it). He just snarled at me and then left. Rather amateur behaviour, if you ask me. I'm sure he wouldn't have reacted that way had he had more energy.

The food sucks, by the way. I have no idea how expensive it is, but it's not worth my money.

Day 16

Guess what, something exciting happened, finally. After two weeks, I am already mentally derived of life, but today, I finally had someone visit me. The spoiled prince himself.

For some reason (that reason being privileges), the Warden came into my cell and cuffed me, blindfolded me and brought me to his office. Honestly, I will admit, he did not have as expensive things as I thought he would have. I was cuffed to a chair while he kept his eyes on me all the time, warning bitch hoe (that's what I name the Prince) that I would be provocative. Can't say he was wrong, but I decided to hold myself in, just to make his life a little more miserable.

The Prince, of course, started proudly talking about how his father lived and I was a failure and blah blah blah. I'm pretty sure I even heard the Warden sigh at some point, but I may have imagined it. Bad sleep + bad food + no social interaction -> hallucinations. Two weeks have passed and I'm already going insane. Every day is the same: I avoid writing those down because they're as predictable as you can imagine.

God I can feel myself going insane.

The Prince ended up leaving and I was brought back to my cell. I hadn't said a word to him, just smiling at him as he arrogantly spoke. The Warden returned me to the cell and immediately brought my food, which was less than yesterday. I know my money shouldn't be running out already so I expect some asshole (either he or the prince) took some.

Day 20

I've just realised I've either been in here for way too short, or I've not been keeping track of the days at all.

Anyway, I wouldn't write this down if it wasn't the same. Some guy passed by my cell today, and after that, the screaming started. The Warden passed by my cell as well, so I told him to, you know, explain to me what the hell was going on. Though he never answered my question, he just started to... talk.

His name is Sam I now know, and he's been the Warden of Pandora's Prison ever since the start. I must admit, his sudden decision to talk to me (despite me not being allowed to start conversation) felt kinda weird. Maybe it's normal for him, but I'm pretty sure it's not.

In any case, he ended up by saying "until next time", so I assume this will become a habit of his.

Day ???

I'm not kidding. He made it into a habit. But this time - I don't know how much time passed - he actually entered my cell. He went inside and just sat down and talked to me. When I asked why, he said I was right.

"You're not going to get out of here, so there's no reason to follow the rules. You'll die here. I can tell you anything, and nobody would ever know."

He didn't share any sensitive information, unfortunately, but it was still rather... terrifying. He refused to answer any questions, but threatened to seriously hurt me if I were to avoid any of his. I'm not kidding. This place is messed up, and the power is clearly rising to his head. I said this and he just shrugged.

He then notified me I was nearing my last coins. I knew this would happen and admittedly, I'm glad. Sam's presence has been nauseating. To a certain extent enticing and comforting, but also really scary.

Day WTF

I should be out of money right now. Why am I still getting food? The meals have increased in quality and I've gotten things Niki would know I don't enjoy, so why am I getting it?

Day uhhh

I've stopped eating the food Sam gave me. It smells weird. I think he's trying to poison me? I mean, I may also just be going insane, but him just sitting down in my cell each day (or twice a day - I wouldn't know) is really suspicious. He's insisting I eat, but I'm just waiting to die of starvation.

He also said that he could provide me with a luxurious cell??? It's fucking weird, man. I don't trust it. None of it.

Day FUCK

He got touchy. I'm not joking. He got touchy. Said it'd be a shame for a beautiful one like me to go to waste and he stroked my fucking cheek. I told him to fuck off, and he told me only if I ate. I don't trust it. None of it.

Day damn

I'm hungry. I'm so fucking hungry. The smell of food is enough to make me drool, and I think he knows that. He has to. In any case, I refuse to. I've told him that if he can provide me with a dagger, I'd do it.

His... weird behaviours have been starting to cross a line too. I think he likes being a Warden?? In the way one shouldn't?? He's started calling me pet names, talking about how much of a shame it is I'm a prisoner, though he clearly seem to enjoy that exact bit. It's really freaky. I'm scared to go to sleep.

Dagger day

He's given me it. I'm going to eat my last meal (he made one very tasty, and I'm pretty sure he poisoned it). When he gave me it, he held a whole speech of how much he loves me (fucking hell, I know) and I'm worried. But it also made me more determined. His touchiness and the memories of what I'm fighting for, have made me certain.

I'm eating my last meal. Then he'll regret ever giving me the dagger.

Farewell.

Sam, if you're reading this: haha L bozo

[dodo-begone]

He’s Unleashed, my Cracker King

Pairing: Yandere!DSMP!Awesamdude x Reader

Request: Haha yandere sam pt 2😳😳 jk...unless

Word count: 1.4k

Warning: Starvation/Fasting, Yandere, Restraints

This is a part 2 to The Monster Within

If this ever looks wonky/glitched, i have this properly archived on Ao3

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It’s been ages since the breach. Specifically, you had no clue how much time passed. Hours or days could’ve passed, weeks, even months and it would’ve all been the same. No daylight could reach you deep within the walls of Pandora’s Vault.

In the end, it was all the same. You couldn’t even tell time through how often you slept. Food rations were the only way to tell time, in a way. Honestly you had no idea how to really do it. Okay you did but you got rather confused quickly. Eat ration was supposed to be what, a day? A few hours? How were you supposed to know? It didn’t matter after a while. Instead you counted how many rations you got rather than trying to guess the time between feedings.

With a sigh, you flop back onto your cot. For a cot in a prison, it was rather comfortable and homey. The longer you spent in this cell, the more you think this was purposeful. No prison cell should be filled with so many comforts and luxuries. Book? Yeah that can make sense. Dream had some in his cell. There were ones to read and clothes to write. He got a clock and a cauldron. That was it.

And you? So many luxuries seemed to have been waiting for you. Stuffed animals similar to your own, at least you hoped they were just similar and not your own, had been neatly placed on the cot. Small trinkets like jewelry and other small and harmless objects were left about on flat surfaces. Nobody could even argue that this was a prison cell in Pandora’s Vault when there was a little table for the nicknacks. Sadly it was stuck into the floor. No amount of shoving or lifting would free it. Had to have been held down by screws or nails. Something of the sort. You weren’t a person fluent with items of that sort, so you could be severely mistaken.

What could be arguable worse is the fact that Sam hasn’t come back. He could’ve come in when you were asleep; who else could be providing the food otherwise? Yet that was the only sign of him other than a new item. It was always something you liked. In a pitiful attempt at rebellion, you ignore the items. You even start to ignore the food. A few nibbles on the food and then it was returned back to the door. It was always gone and replaced by something else when you next woke. It was absolutely infuriating.

You only hoped your actions peeved Sam. There must’ve been cameras, he must’ve been seeing everything. This was Pandora’s Vault we’re talking about, the most secure place in the smp. If it were to be kept secure, then cameras were obviously needed. On one hand, you wanted cameras to show Sam how awfully this was affecting you. On the other, you just wanted some damn privacy. Were either too much to ask for?

This cycle went on long enough for you to start feeling ill. Oh how you craved the food given to you, but you didn’t want to touch it. The food was vile, had to be. It was made by Sam, after all. Must’ve been. There may not be a vile taste, but the person who made it tainted it the moment they touched it. So you continue your fast in hopes it’d garner some attention from Sam.

Fortunately, on that front, you didn’t have to wait long. When you stopped eating food entirely, it wasn’t long until Sam came in. The moment he opened the door and walked in, so many emotions hit you at once.

Joy of someone else finally being here to talk to. Relief that it was someone you knew, someone you were close to. Yet all of those positive feelings were gone in a heartbeat, replaced by more malevolent feelings. Rage for seeing the man who imprisoned you. Disgust of seeing the man with such a loving yet melancholy gaze viewing your weakened state. Fear at what he could do to you now; he already had you imprisoned. You were completely and utterly at his mercy.

He’s slow at first, taking small steps toward you. None of his actions were swift, all soft. A way to keep you calm. That just made you more anxious; why would he be doing this if it weren’t for something bad? It had to be bad? Right? Sam was doing bad things to you. But he was your friend. And he still hurt you in every way.

Not even halfway across the room, he changed tactics. What were once deliberate and lagged movements soon became dizzyingly swift. You couldn’t even get yourself off the cot before he was on you. The moment he put his hands on you, you struggled in any way you could. Screaming, biting, pulling, kicking. Anything you could think of. Yet it wasn’t enough. You were too weak, too tired. Unprepared. Soon you gave up, becoming sedate and ragdoll-like.

Once again, you were at Sam’s mercy. Well it hadn’t changed really, you were always at Sam’s mercy. This felt different, though. Too real, something so in your face it was undeniable. Before you could only imagine what could happen, but the permanence, reality and unknown absolutely petrified you.

The jangling of metal caught you attention. You had no time to ponder where or what the noise was before shockingly cold was placed against your arm and a click was heard. Looking down fed a new fear. Although the fear wasn’t clear, some fear was definitely being fed. On your wrist was a nice, shiny shackle.

Now you were starting to shake and hyperventilate, oh god what was happening? What was going to happen? The sound of a second click, too similar to the first to be a coincidence, was absolutely bone chilling. You were terrified to look over to where the sound originated from.

Yet you still did. On Sam’s wrist was a shackle connected to an elongated chain. That chain led in your direction and it didn’t take a genius to figure out where it was going. Slowly you look back into Sam’s eyes. Absolute and raw fear met heart-melting adoration and glee. The sight sicked you, yet it seemed to have the opposite effect on Sam.

Delicately, he picked you up. Soon you were in his lap, being held snugly and securely to his chest. Gently he laid his head on your shoulder. In any other situation, this would be comforting. But this one? God it just makes everything so much worse. It only heightens your fear. This wasn’t what you were expecting. When was the bad stuff gonna happen? You know, that torture stuff?

Soon you start to sob. Could this get any worse?

The moment you started crying, Sam began his attempts at calming you. Quiet “shh”s and other sweet nothings were whispered by you. In his attempt, he tried to snuggle closer to you and held you tighter.

Once your crying fit was over, you leaned back into Sam. Resting your head onto his. You were absolutely defeated and exhausted. Sleep called to you with it’s alluring siren song, and you almost listened to it. That was until Sam shifted underneath you.

With one hand, he started to dig around in his pocket. Honestly you could care less at this point. Trying to sleep again proved fruitless. The moment you closed your eyes to sleep, Sam kept shifting and bothering you. A crinkle echoed through the silence. Not long after, with more movement on Sam’s part, something poked your lips. This was rather bothersome. So you turned away from it, hoping that’d be the last of it. It was persistent though.

It went on long enough to annoy you. What could be prodding at your mouth, besides Sam. Why would he be prodding your mouth? Could he just not?

Opening your eyes rewarded you to a cracker. A damn saltine cracker of all things. This time you actively watched as it was brought to your mouth and booped against your lips. The pattern kept going on, but now it was much more repetitive. Less time between prods. He did it so insistently and relentlessly that you just wanted to chomp his hand off. So you tried just that.

Your actions only rewarded you with a cracker and a “congrats” and “good job” from Sam.

And another cracker.

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

Hey could I get some head cannons of a rabbit-hybrid reader and the Las Nevadas crew maybe yandere?? (Rabbits represent luck and a shit ton of gamblers carry a rabbit’s foot)

Author's note- Yes my boys! I love these boys. I had some trouble with writing Sam and Foolish.

Warnings- Blood mentioned, Violence, attempted kidnapping, threats,

Las Nevadas Crew with a Rabbit Hybrid Darling

Quackity

This man finds you so adorable , your little tail and ears, ugh, your this man's only weakness

Quackity always brings you to the Casino with him since you're good luck, you're rabbit after all. He makes you sit on his lap as he gambles someone.

He doesn't want you to leave his sight because someone tried to kidnap you after they saw how close you are to Quackity and how much luck you bring him.

You're good friends with Fundy, since both of you are animal based hybrids, though the first time you saw him you got a bit scared since you know, predator.

Quackity doesn't cuddle you very often due to his past love life, but when he does he's very soft. He has his wings wrapped around you and tends to fall asleep

If you were to misbehave or yell at him, he would threaten to cut off your ears and leave you for dead in the woods. He wouldn't leave you for dead in the woods, that's just a threat, but he's dead serious about cutting off your ears.

Charlie Slimecicle

Charlie didn't really know what you were to be honest, before he met Ranboo he thought you were a slime like him.

Once you explained to him that you were a Rabbit he went to Quackity for advice on how to take care of you.

Charlie likes touching your ears, they're really soft and he never seen anything like it.

Charlie likes bringing you to work with him since Quackity said it's not a good idea to leave you in some cave deep underground. Charlie would show you how to gamble and is amazed on how many times you win.

Charlie would introduce you to Quackity once he has some trust with you.

Charlie really enjoys cuddling you 24/7. Your hair is just so soft and fluffy, he even falls asleep on you when you guys cuddle

If you were to misbehave or yell at him, his attitude and personality would change completely, his eyes going dark as he pulls on you ears until you crying on the floor and until your ears are bleeding as they slowly get torn off. But then he would go back to normal and patch you up like nothing happened.

Fundy

Fundy likes that you're a hybrid just like him, but due to your instincts he gets upset when you hide from him since foxes are predators, but he slowly gets you to be comfortable with him.

He let's you touch his tail and ears, but you have to let him touch yours, if not, no more touch.

Fundy shows you around Las Nevadas and even let's you go to the Casino with him when the entire crew hangs out in Las Nevadas during the day before Las Nevadas gets open at night for busines.

Loves cuddling you. He normally has his tail wrapped around you and he has his head buried into your neck.

Fundy will try to keep you as far away from Wilbur. Hell, he doesn't even want to hear his name. He doesn't want you to get to like him and deal with him leaving you.

If you were to misbehave or yell at him, he would throw you into a cage and have one of a rabbit's predators tied to a pole, dangerously close to you, but far enough that it won't attack. He would leave you there for a few days so you learn your lesson.

Foolish

Foolish loves picking you up and rubbing your ears (If you're comfortable with it)

I can see Foolish building a statue of you holding a small little rabbit

Even though Foolish is a 23ft god, they're still things he can't reach, so he would most likely have you on his head and have you get it.

Foolish is hesitant to take you to Las Nevadas, due to it being a place full of gamblers, alcoholics and prostitutes, but he would take you there if you beg for long enough.

Foolish would probably introduce you to Charlie or Sam, most likely Sam, other than that he wouldn't even mention your existence to anyone, we all know what happens to people's attachments on the Dream SMP.

Would definitely introduce you and let you hang out with Foolish JR and Finley

If you were to misbehave or yell at him, he wouldn't really do anything, but he would leave you in a small house he built for you, far away from Society.

Awesamdude

When y'all cuddle I can see him make that hissing creepers make before they explode due to how soft you are.

Sam would keep you in the prison in a cell similar to Dream's, but he would decorate it with things you love and things rabbits need.

Sam takes you to Las Nevadas quite often actually, especially if it's casino night with the crew, whenever he gambles Quackity (Since Quackity is infamous for cheating on these nights) he has you next to him since you bring good luck, he wins a lot

Whenever Sam's upset or stressed, he goes to you cell and cuddles you, since your hair and ears are very soft and comforting.

Quackity teases Sam a lot about having a bunny hybrid as a darling, sometimes even saying that he would use you since your so lucky, he's joking, but Sam doesn't find it funny. (Quackity's aware that your being held against your own will, but if you make Sam happy, he doesn't care)

He sometimes takes you out on nature walks if you were behaving that month.

If you were to misbehave or yell at him, he may or may not keep you underground in a 1 block space with lava dangerously close to you, it won't touch you, it's more of a mind fuck then anything, he loves seeing scared, your face just looks so cute.

[god1ngs]

pssstttt could a Sam stannie please request some yandere Sam hcs by any chance

━‎ yandere c!sam

genre; yandere, gore, romantic

contains; yandere themes, possessive behavior, violence, stalking, kidnapping, sadism,

note; why yes ofc <3 (also so sorry this took forever to come out!!)

masterlist

at first, sam didn't know why he felt such a strong attraction to you. he only assumed it was a crush, a small thing that would pass with time. (spoiler alert: it was not) he was protective of you, making sure you messaged him when you got home or didn't go near anything dangerous; however, it was only seen as sam being his usual self

it took a darker turn when he was building the prison for dream. he was highly worried about you, since he couldn't be with you most of the time then. sam would follow you as you went home, maybe even taking a look inside of your room just to make sure you were okay

however, when he got more into his warden persona, he became violent. he was a lot stricter, with much less of his playful tendencies. he even kidnapped you, keeping you away in a secret room of the prison. (he built it in mind of kidnapping you, he's been planning this for a long time)

he does punish you if you ever act out. he might say he's sorry, "you know i don't want to do this, honey", but he isn't. it's a guilty pleasure of his — that he takes joy, even just slight happiness, in punishing you. he pushes the feeling off until you do anything worth a worse punishment than usual

he will lash out if you ever bug him too often. he can tolerate it, since he does have to deal with dream, but it gets too aggravating at a certain point. he'll slam his head on the wall next to him, looking at your dumbfounded face with a furious expression. "stop bothering me, or you won't like what happens, understand honey?" he says through gritted teeth

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[sallysoot]

     ↱ YANDERE SAM HCs ! ↲

      ( unhealthy dynamic cw ! )

ANON ASKS... yan sam perhaps? maybe the difference before and after being a warden for the prison

hello, hello!!! i hope you enjoy this piece! <3 it was an interesting thing to take on, being such a big departure from sam’s usual character!

when it comes to you, sam has always relied on his own ego to keep from falling down the darkest path; the one that calls to him most loudly, that is. he tries to think of himself as better than that, insisting inside over and over again that his hold on you is guaranteed.

there’s a way he conducts himself-- the way things are supposed to be.

sam is smart. sam makes logical decisions. sam is neutral, he is controlled and measured, allied only to a lack of allegiance itself. sam is a good person, everyone thinks he’s a good person. they believe it, because he’s never given them reason to doubt it. 

what they think matters far less than what you think, though. you have to believe that he’s good, and he is careful to ensure that you do.

more than possessing you and keeping you for himself, sam concerns himself with your safety. that’s what he would claim, at least. he abuses your reckless faith in his intentions, gives you gifts with tracking devices and advice meant to chip away at your relationships with people he thinks could bring you harm. sam always knows where you are. who you’re with.

what he has to do to make sure you never go there with them again.

before pandora’s vault, sam had far more time he could commit to you. building the place had already taken long enough, but then it called him away from you altogether to keep watch over that cinderblock hellscape he’d constructed.

sam gets frustrated. he gets so frustrated that he lashes out at you when you try to ease some of the stress off his shoulders. he hadn’t meant to, of course, he never wants to be the one to hurt you. you begin to pull even further away than he’d already forced you by being so absent, and sam begins to slip.

fuck, how was he supposed to be certain of anything like that? the responsibility he’d taken on was so monumental, after all, that he couldn’t just abandon it to chase his obsession across the world again. he thinks, instead, that his obsession should be brought to the work.

his regret and remorse is accompanied by a suggestion that you visit the place he spends all of his time. sam tells you he isn’t making excuses, but perhaps seeing and experiencing it would help you understand why he’d been so on edge.

an invitation to tour a fabled place like that is the stuff of gossip; sam isn’t surprised at all when you take him up on it. he tells you to keep it quiet, though. he can’t just give everyone this kind of treatment, after all. you’re just special. how kind of him to be so apologetic.

sam shows you firsthand how the cells work. how were you supposed to know that he had no intention of letting you leave, the moment you’d stepped inside? you’ll be safe, here. he’ll never have to wonder or worry about where you’ve gone, ever again.

sam is smart. sam makes logical decisions. sam is neutral, he is controlled and measured, allied only to a lack of allegiance itself. sam is a good person, everyone thinks he’s a good person. they believe it, because he’s never given them reason to doubt it.

and that’s why no one will ever find you.

[ikeavrouw]

Next story with what character?

I already know what the next story will be, but I only need a character to do it for! I was thinking of a paranormal investigation AU, with GN!Reader being a paranormal investigator (along with some friends) who go to a haunted house where there is a certain (DSMP!)Character, but I don't know what character it should be. Any ideas? (I could do something with the hanahaki disease)

Options for DSMP Characters are (didn't include any platonic ones):

Wilbur (any version of him)

TechnoBlade

Niki

Dream

Sapnap

Karl Jacobs

Fundy

Awesamdude

You can also request it anonymously if you want to! And it doesn't have to be DSMP, I also write for other fandoms (see here).

[lemondelightful]

Obsessed

Dsmp Fanfic. Wilbur Soot x Spider Reader

Pt2

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Spider Y/N from my series, Hybrid Y/N, is obviously obsessed with Wilbur, or at least I think is obvious.

TW: Yandere Vibes, Stalking, Manipulation, minor language warning.

Wilbur sat still, holding his breath as he heard the foots steps of another being, stalking around the woods, looking for him, tears began to well up in his eyes, still, his crys were muffled however as he did not want to get caught but it was way to late, Y/N knew where Wilbur was hiding, they were just toying with him at this point, calling out his name, walking very close to where he was hiding then slowly backing away, repeating the process, over and over.

Wilbur heard the footsteps slowly disappear and he made a dash for it, but he wasn't going to make it far as Y/N was right behind him. Using his speed against him, they laid out a set of easy tricks for him which were all based on adrenalin, he quickly noticed to pattern of jumps but nobody said it was a pattern, soon enough he tripped, falling to the ground hard, hitting a rock on the fall down, with them waiting for him.

"You put up a lot longer then I thought you would. But here's some advice for next time, try not crying, it makes you look weak." They said, crouching down to say it to his face.

"Next, next time?" Wibur said, weakly, like he was about to faint.

"What, you didn't think we were just going to stop, after the fun we had? Yeah, there is definitely a next time." You said, caressing Wilbur's face with one hand while the other was taking out Wilbur's axe and put it next to him. "I'll see you later, love." You whispered in his ear, Wilbur let out a whimper, as you let go of him, head dropping to face his axe.

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Wilbur had been more paranoid then usual, even hearing footsteps made him shiver, just dreading the thought of them coming out of nowhere.

After all he was pretty scared of Y/N, I mean now he can say he had first hand experience with a giant ass spider, and even the sight of spiders make most people uncomfortable, you can just imagine a giant spider with human like features, the nightmare fuel.

Soon Tommy and Fundy caught on, he might be able hide it from Quackity and Awesamdude, but he can't hide it from the two people he spent most of his life with him, they can tell when somethings up.

Although Tommy took the 'I see you're in pain but I won't expect you to tell me' route, Fundy took the more 'Tell me now' sort of thing but neither of them worked, but that was expected, he was a secret keeper not a secret teller.

Later that night Wilbur woke in a place so very familiar to him but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, until he saw a rock dried with blood, a rock so similar to him, his heart began beating faster you could imagine, the words 'Next Time' rang though his ears as he heard footsteps of another out of world being walking slowly towards him.

But just like that, he woke again but this time, tied up in a cave from the ceiling, covered in webs, only now it was quiet, mysterious, dark and damp. After a moment of realisation, he began to struggle, he wasn't going to go though that hell again, he wasn't going to cry, he wasn't going to make the same mistakes twice. The rope dug into his wrists as he pulled and twisted, try to free himself but the try was for nothing when childish laughter was heard. He stiffen up, holding his breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

He felt a hand caress his cheek, a cold breath going down his neck. "See, Wilbur, there is always a next time." A voice said, Wilbur rephrased from saying anything to not anger them. "Wilby?" His eyes shot open after hearing that name.

"Don't call me Wilby!" He screamed, throwing his head back to face Y/N. Letting out a small laugh, Y/N, retreated their hand from Wilbur's cheek, letting a hum slip from their lips, smile creeping onto their lips. "What is fuck wrong with you!" Again, screaming his lungs out, letting a tear fall, his facad dropping for only a moment before turning back into his normal self. Y/N wiped the tear away from his cheek.

"You just don't learn, do you, Wilbur Soot?" They said, grabbing a small blade, cutting Wibur free from the restraints, making him fall to his knees. "I'll give you to the count of 10." They said, Wilbur looked up at Y/N with a more then confused expression. "You have until the count 10 to find your way out, if you do, which I doubt," They laughed, looking down at the man. "I'll let you live in peace forever, alone." Smiling down on him.

"But of course if you don't, you get to live in peace." They crouched down to see Wilbur's face, which was full of confusion and thankfulness. In his head he was only thinking about them and what kind of sick joke this is. "With me, of course." They said with a sickly sweet smile and soft voice.

"What!" Wilbur screamed, scrambling to his feet.

"Oh and don't try and mine your way out, I have all of your tools so I wouldn't try it." Wilbur took a breath, before dashing off. "Hey! I didn't start counting!" Whatever, they thought before starting the count down.

[sweetpeahoneybee4u]

Rules Honey-Buns

This blog is only for sfw writing. I have another blog, spicysweetpeahoneybee4u, for nsfw.

I will always do female readers by default since I am a girl and it's more comfortable for me but if asked I can do gender neutral.

I will only write for the Dream Smp but you can request for an au of the Smp. I will also do Tales of the Smp is requested.

Yandere is allowed but nothing to hardcore. It'll be soft yanderes. You can find the hard ones on my other blog.

Who I'll write for is down below ⬇️

c!Dream

c!DreamXD

c!George

c!Sapnap

c!BadBoyHalo

c!Karl

c!Slimecicle

c!Wilbur/c!Ghostbur

c!Technoblade

c!Philza

c!Eret

c!JSchlatt/c!Glatt

c!Skeppy

c!Fundy

c!Quackity

c!Jack Manifold

c!Awesamdude

c!Ponk

c!Antfrost

c!Foolish

c!Punz

c!Tommy (Platonic)

c!Tubbo (Platonic)

c!Ranboo (Platonic)

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(Poly Ships x reader)

c!Dreamnotfound

c!DreamTeam

c!Skephalo

c!Karlnapity

c!SBI (Platonic)

c!Chaotic Bench Trio (Platonic)

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(please note that requests are open but not guaranteed!)

|| rules ||

i will write angst, injuries, sick fics

i will not write diapers, death, gore, x reader, real people, yanderes, hurt no comfort

if you have any questions feel free to ask!

|| mcyt/dsmp ||

-  Cheer Up! regressor! dream & carer! sapnap fic

-  Tiny Prison Mind. regressor! sapnap fic

-  #1 carer! george headcanon’s

-  #1 agedre/agere! punz headcanon’s

-  #1 babysitter! foolish headcanon's

-  #1 regressor! ghostbur headcanon’s

-  regressor! ghostbur & carer! philza fic

-  #1 babysitter/carer! awesamdude headcanon’s

|| sander sides ||

[dodo-begone]

The Monster Within

Pairing: Yandere!DSMP!Awesamedude x Reader

Request: hiya!! could i request some hcs for yan! sam ? 😳 you're ones for schlatt were really good and im a whore for yandere dsmp food

Word Count: 1K

Warning: Yandere, Trauma, Declining Mental Health

A/N: Sorry i made this into a fic. Forgive me asiofjasnd

There is a part 2 called He's Unleashed, my Cracker King.

If this ever looks wonky/glitched, i have this properly archived on Ao3

You had known Sam for a long time. Well, knew of him. You didn’t know him personally for quite a while. But his reputation precedes him, making him a well known person all across the smp, even without a lot of people talking to him. And when you did manage to meet him, it felt like something clicked between the two of you. And you guys did have a small little friendship going on, quite steadily in fact.

Then the prison project came up. Sam started to talk to you less and less. The relationship had been broken back to square one; you two were essentially strangers again.

There was practically no contact between the two of you, but there were times when he would seek you out. Those were supposedly when he was taking a small break. Sam’s little recesses from the prison were fantastic. The two of you enjoyed the time together; treasuring the moments until the peaceful and playful spell would dissipate and reality came to reclaim its hold on y’all.

The eggpire had been a problem for a while with their insistent methods of recruitments. Though their most recent tactic was extreme to the max, or the max that you could think of. They kidnapped Sam and locked him up with the egg and kept him in there so long to the point where he started mutilating himself just to stay alive.

Once Sam was rescued, there was talk about who would care for Sam. There weren’t many options. It was either the eggpire, which was a definite no, or Puffy. Leaving Puffy alone to care for Sam just seemed wrong. And it was an opportunity to be around Sam, so that was a plus.

It wasn’t long into his care that Sam was begging y’all to let him go. He was perfectly fine. He had to get to the prison. Somebody had to keep an eye on Dream. But you two elected to ignore Sam. After all, it was for his best interest. Nobody can take care of a prison on their own when they’re injured.

After a few tedious weeks of rest, you and Puffy deem Sam well enough to return to the prison. Now he seemed somewhat reluctant to leave. His internal struggle was very evident through his eyes; they switched from the exits to you and Puffy. Though he made the decision to return to his duties. It was honestly kinda hilarious how quickly Sam ran to the nether portal to get to Pandora’s Prison after such a long period of contemplation.

People started to visit Dream in his cell after Sam was back. Though what they said was concerning. They said Sam was acting odd, though they wouldn’t talk too much about it. Only stating that he’d seemed off, but that was to be expected. He was still recovering from the egg both physically and mentally.

Some of the things they talked about was how he seemed more “harsh”. “Apathetic” and “disconnected from reality” were some of the other descriptions. And he supposedly had done a horrible deed, something about cheating, and Ponk leaving him because of it. Like what the fuck, hold the phone. Ponk was leaving Sam? Sam was cheating on him as well? Since when?! What was going on here?!

Nobody knew what was happening to him mentally, though. They only had a slight idea on what could’ve been happening.

While in the prison, Dream started to taunt Sam. Again. It wasn’t an unusual activity for Dream. There aren’t many activities he could do in such a tiny cell and with so few items. He heckled Sam on the daily, maybe even hourly, probing around for a weakness of Sam’s. Something gave it away, because Dream started to mention you more. Saying how you’d be so disappointed in Sam’s treatment of Dream, that’d you’d see him as a monster if you only knew the things he was doing and never talk to him again, and other nasty things. Trying his best to get under Sam’s skin.

On top of that, he was slightly influenced by the egg. Sometimes it would whisper little words to him and other times it talks to him in his dreams. It always talked about you. How you weren’t safe with the others, that they were going to take you from him. If he gave himself to the egg, he could get anything and everything he wanted. And you were included.

He resisted the egg’s siren call. After all, the egg wouldn’t help at all. And he had to stay out of its control. Look at what it had done to Ant and Bad. It was for his sake that he didn’t listen. By his sake, he really meant for your sake. You were precious and fragile.

When you got news of Sam’s behavior, you immediately gave him a visit. The rumors were right; something about him felt very off, very wrong. But you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

The sight of him was a relief, but at the same time it worried and saddened you. He looked somewhat defeated and very tired. His appearance showed that he wasn’t caring for himself and definitely overworking himself in his semi-vulnerable state.

You decided that Sam needed more human contact, especially other than Dream, and went to visit him more often. With each visit, he seemed to perk up a bit more, look a bit better.

Though every time you’d leave, he’d get a little pouty, asking if you actually had to leave. A chuckle would leave your lips. “Of course I do, silly. I have to go to sleep and you need to watch over Dream. I don’t want to distract you more than I already have”.

During one of your visits, Tommy accompanied you. He went to talk to Dream, to finally get over some of his trauma from Dream. And you went to have your regular talks with Sam.

It was very unfortunate that your conversation was cut off by the security breach. It was terrifying and peculiar. The prison was supposed to be very secure and inescapable. Whatever set the alarm off must be a force to be reckoned with.

Sam quickly ushers you into a cell “for your protection”. As he runs off, you pray to any deity that’ll listen for him to come out of the encounter unharmed. Completely unaware of what Sam held in store for you.

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

HEAD EMPTY. JUST,,,,Y,,,,YANDERE C!QUACKITY,,,

Author's note- I'm in the mood for some Yandere Quackity Headcanons, are you?

Warnings- Physical abuse, Manupulation, Blackmail, Guilt Tripping, Panic Attacks (Quackity's), Break downs (Quackity's), Threats, Carving someone's name into someone's skin, Using fear as punishment, and Stockholm Syndrome.

Yandere Quackity Headcanons

You met Quackity during the Schlatt Administration, you were Schlatt's assistant and your main job was writing decrees and planning meetings with people him and Schlatt had business with.

After Schlatt left him, he started to fall for you, so when he went to Pogtopia, he invited to come with him.

His love would be actually pretty healthy and he wouldn't be a yandere.

But when he started to go yandere for you was after Karl and Sapnap left him, a whole 13 years of healthy love turned to something evil.

Quackity would ask himself so many questions like, "Will they leave me too?" "Will they find someone else?" And so on and so forth.

Once Las Nevadas was finished, he would send Charlie to befriend you, and then convince you to join Las Nevadas.

Charlie would do it of course and befriend you, Charlie really enjoys your company and makes sure you won't turn to dust, so you and Quackity can be together forever, and he won't lose 2 people he loves the most (May have accidentally created a Platonic Yandere, Quackity-)

Quackity would then blackmail you into signing contract, bounding you to Las Nevadas, making you be unable to leave.

From that point on, you're Quackity's bitch.

Quackity would be hesitant about showing affection, since his past love life weren't the best, but if he wants affection, you better give it to him.

Quackity will take you everywhere, he wants to make sure you never leave him.

Quackity can guilt trip you whenever you try to escape, he would always break down into tears and say that you're just like everyone else, they just leave him.

Quackity would give you various gifts. Like plushies, he buy you the biggest one he can find, jewelry, he'll buy you the whole shop, clothes, he'll buy you the most expensive kind, he'll get you whatever you want, so just don't try to leave him.

Quackity takes you to the Casino quite often, he uses you as eye candy and a luck charm, he has you in his lap as he gambles someone, he believes that you bring good luck.

Even if he has you, he still has his panic attacks and break downs when he thinks of Karl and Sapnap, he would even lash out at you and take his anger, stress and sorrow out on you, beating you until he realizes what he did to you, he would hug you and beg you to forgive him, promising that he would get you whatever you want and say that you won't leave him.

Now, what does the crew think of you? You are their boss's partner and you have to interact with them at some point.

Charlie is very fond of you and loves talking and hanging out with you, Charlie would give you gifts as a way of showing affection, he gave you a skull he found in a cave once, Quackity was so confused.

Fundy was skeptical of you at first, knowing his past and knowing Quackity's past relationships, he would instantly think that you may Break Quackity's heart. But once he gets to know you, he starts to get comfortable with you. He would see how happy you make Quackity, so why would he let his skepticism ruin that for him? You and Fundy don't interact often, and when you do it's very kind, respectful and just a very pleasant interaction. Fundy wouldn't call you his friend, nor his enemy, he would call you a aqutance.

Purpled would be fine with having you around, the two of you don't talk a lot, and when you do it's pretty chill and a decent interaction. If you weren't as bad as Quackity then he would talk to you more a little bit more, but still not often.

Foolish likes talking to you, and if you have a interest in building, he would show you how to build things you have trouble on. Foolish enjoys talking to you and a good person for life advice since he's been around for a hot minute.

Sam isn't in Las Nevadas that often, since he has to guard and protect the prison, and Quackity won't even let you step foot outside of Las Nevadas, try and see what happens. But anyways, due to that you don't interact much sadly, Sam is fine with having you around, but he wouldn't start conversation with you unless you start it first. And on rare occasions he would start conversation with you, it's fairly pleasant and you wish he would talk to you more often.

Now, bad to Big Q!

Quackity loves seeing you in his clothes, since in the beginning when he first bounded you to Las Nevadas, you lived with him (Against your will) and since you weren't able to bring your clothes with you, you had to wear his for a short while, while he debated what clothes he should buy you since he didn't trust you leaving his penthouse.

Now if you were to misbehave then Quackity wouldn't be as 'nice.'Quackity would threaten you by pinning you a wall or floor while having axe to your throat while saying.

"You want to get a scar like me too? I'll put it on the same side so we can match, how does that sound, Mi Amour?"

Quackity would also carve his name into any part of you your body, he doesn't care, as long as it's on you he doesn't care where it is.

Quackity would also physically punish you, but that's only if you did something severe.

Quackity would use your fears as punishment. Scared of the dark, he'll lock you into a small pitch black room, scared of dolls, he'll lock you in a room full of them as they stare directly at you, scared of spiders, he'll out you in a small glass prison and have spiders crawl all around it, have a fear, he'll use it.

Once you hit Stockholm Syndrome he would ecstatic, finally after so much work you love him. He would definitely propose to you so you two can get married, he never got to marry his past fiances, but now he has you, and he knows you won't leave him.

So overall, Quackity isn't awe too bad, just love and obey him and you'll be fine.

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

Saved Doesn’t Mean Safe

Written, Produced and Directed By Black Bunny Mask, Co Written by @bookoffandoms

Sponsored By Me!

Episode 1- The Escape

Episode 2- Recaptured and new roommate?

Yandere Ponk x Yandere Sam x Reader (Yandere Dream x Reader)

Warnings- Abuse, Cursing, manipulation.

Author’s note- I know it took awhile don't remind me-

Y/N kept running, Ponk's limp body kept appearing in their head. They wanted to stop, they wanted to cry and scream and just break down, but they knew better than to let that man get near them. Sooner than later, the air got knocked out of them as they fell to they floor.

"You... YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Sam yelled, pulling his hair as he couldn't control his anger.

Y/N flinched at his sudden outburst. Sam roughly picked them up and walked back to the prison, them yelling and kicking him, but nothing seemed to work. When they passed a passed out Ponk, Sam stared for a few moments before walking past, not even sparing a glace.

As he took you back to the prison you lost all of your energy, your legs weak from kicking and your thoughts made you exhausted. When you two entered the prison again, San pushed you into a cell and locked it tight, his hands shaking as he tried to hold back his anger.

"You left me... For Ponk?! YOU LEFT ME FOR PONK AND THEN TRIED TO KILL ME?!"

You sat there in silence, turning away as you heard Sam mumble before walking off, the sound of hissing getting further and further away. "Ponk, Ponk are you ok?" You messaged to Ponk, but no reply came.

You knew he was still alive, his chest was going up and down last time you saw him, so he couldn't be dead, right? But then you remembered the book, this seemed to be all too familiar, but, right now that didn't matter, you had to focus on escaping.

____________________________________________________ "Sam, who made you so mad~"

"Shut. Up Dream." "Did you get your little darling back, did they make you mad, did they-"

"SHUT UP DREAM!"

Dream went silent as his now long dirt blonde hair covered his face. Sam was surprised on how quiet he got, but he wasn't complaining.

"Sam, I've been quite lonely here, no one has ever came to visit me, and that doll of yours seems to be getting on your last nerve..."

"You want something Dream, and whatever you want you aren't gonna get, so drop it."

"I know you Sam, you love them too much to teach them a proper lesson, I could do that, if you let the m be my roommate~"

"I'm not doing that to them Dream! You're in prison for a reason, I'm letting you hurt another person again, especially my darling..."

"But Sam! You're letting them walk all over you! They're ungrateful for everything, and hell, they even escaped! I swear I'll make sure they never do it again... You just need to trust me..."

Sam stood there in thought, Dream was a manipulator, he can't fall for his tricks, but the offer, his darling never leaving him again, it was, something he couldn't give up..

"Fine." ____________________________________________________"Y/N?! Sam?!" Ponk said as he woke up.

Ponk got up with an extreme pain in his head. He looked around and saw nothing.

"No..." He whispered, his mind racing with is many thoughts.

He lost you once, he didn't want to lose you again! He finally had you back in his arms, he finally had a chance, and he just had to fuck it up!

"I'm sorry Y/N... I'm sorry..."

____________________________________________________

You flinched when you heard the cell door swing open. Looking up from the floor, Sam was their, with a face you couldn't quite read.

"Come on."

"Where are you taking me..."

"If you don't ask questions it'll be quicker," Sam said, yanking you up by your arm.

As Sam dragged you towards Pandora's box, you thought about what he was going to do to you. Was he going to throw you into lava? Was he going to kill you? You didn't know, but the truth was worse than that.

"Stand on the block."

"But-"

"Stand on the block Y/N. I'm not telling you again."

You stood on the block as lava began to poor down, reveling Dream who was writing in a book.

"Move with the block."

You didn't want to, you knew better than to go anywhere knew Dream, but you also didn't want to fall into lava or make Sam pissed, so against your better judgement, you walked. Once you got to the box, the cube went back as the lava went back down. Dream looked up from his book and smiled as he clapped his hands with glee.

"Sam! How long will I be here?"

No response. Now that, that shook you down to the core. As the barrier between you and Dream went down , you walked in, keeping your eyes on Dream.

"You look so much better last time I saw you~" Dream said, walking towards you.

"And you got uglier..."

"Now that's harsh! But you're my new roommate, isn't that exciting!?" Dream asked, picking you up and spinning you around.

"Oh we're gonna have so much fun... So much...."

___________________________________________________

It's been, days, weeks, you lost count long ago. Dre wasn't the best... Best roommate. He forced you to stay naked and be near the hot lava, it heating and burning you skin.

Your nether regions burned a lot, he didn't care if you liked it or not, you were his bitch, and he kept you quiet, knowing Sam would shut things down.

"Stay the fuck away from me you hobo!"

Dream looked up from his writing and stared at you, your body being dangerously close to the blazing lava. He just smirked as he stopped what h was doing and sat in front of you.

"You don't have a say in what I do, remember? You're in my cell, and in here, I make the rules! Yes it's pretty lonely here... But you can't leave if you don't want the big and scary Sam to punish you~"

You hated to admit it, but Dream was right. You couldn't really leave, and if you could they'll only be more dangers once you leave.

"You have 10 minutes, make it count."

You and Dream looked behind the lava in confusion, well, Dream looked over with more of excitement, having someone visit him would probably lead to him leaving you alone and not touching you. As the lava slowly went down, you both saw a very familiar face.

"Did you miss me~"

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

Saved Doesn't Mean Safe

Written, Produced and Directed By Black Bunny Mask

Sponsored by Anons and others who helped with ideas

Episode 1- The Escape

Episode 2: Recaptured and New Roommate?

Yandere Ponk x Yandere Sam x Reader

Warnings- Past Abuse, Yandere Tendencies/Behavior, Manipulation mentioned/used, cursing, fighting, blood, Ponk acting weird, trauma and implied past starvation. Tell me if I forgot any warnings.

Author's note- I can't write all of this in one go, so this will be a series, and if I get a writer's block with this series, be a sponsor and help me with ideas if you don't want it to get discontinued! There may be 5 episodes or 8, don't know.

Y/N- PONK, PONK HELP!

Ponk read the private message Y/N sent him, as he read it he got more and more concened.

Y/N- PONK PLEASE! HE'S COM-

The message didn't finish, which made Ponk run the moment he got their cords.

Y/N felt the air get knocked out of them when Sam tackled them, one of his hands hold Y/N's arms while his other held Y/N down by their neck.

"I keep telling you Y/N, I keep telling you not to escape, but you never listen, you never do! You just want to be bratty bitch!" Sam said, his hand gripping their throat harder as his eye twitched in frustration.

"But I let you, I let you be a brat and walk all over me, I allowed you to push me around, I allowed you to turn me into some fucking pushover!"

"Sam, stop, please, I can't breathe..." Y/N said as they began to pass out.

"No, I'm sick of you telling me what to do..."

Sam watched as Y/N began to pass out, but soon, he felt a sharp pain in his head as he got off Y/N. Looking up, he saw Ponk holding a bat as breathed heavily, indicating he was out of breathe.

"Y/N, you ok?" Ponk asked, not taking his eyes off of the shocked yet pissed off Sam.

"No..." Y/N said as they coughed, trying to get up.

Ponk hit Sam again with his bat, but this time a lot harder, with his eyes showing rage, indicating Ponk was pissed. Ponk continue to hit Sam until Sam grabbed the bat and looked at Ponk dead in the eyes as he began to glow.

"Run!" Ponk said as he picked up Y/N and ran, whincing when he heard an explosion.

Y/N saw the explosion and saw Sam run out of it, him being completely fine. Y/N gripped Ponk's shoulders harder as their anxiety got out of hand, fear washing over them as Sam got closer. Ponk glanced behind him and saw Sam with a trident in his hand, and even worse, their was a lake coming into view.

"Ponk, he's going to get us, we're fucked!" Y/N said as they began to shake.

Ponk gave sympathetic look, which was hard to see since you could only see his eyes, but besides that, Ponk ran into the forest, which Sam ran after him, but when he got into the forest, Y/N and Ponk were gone. Ponk and Y/N watched as Sam yelled in frustration, before walking out of the forest.

Ponk sighed with relief before feeling Y/N hug him, holding onto him for dear life.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank," Y/N said, their voice sounding dry as they cried into Ponk's shoulder.

Ponk began the blush as he hugged them back, oh has he been waiting for this moment, but Ponk just had one question, why was Y/N with Sam?

"You're welcome, I won't let him touch or get near you again..."

Y/N and Ponk let go as the both got up, looking around to make sure Sam wasn't nearby. Ponk lead Y/N to his house, where he checked their body to see if they had any wounds, and sadly, they did. When Ponk asked Y/N to take off their shirt so he could if they had any wounds there, Y/N hesitated and said there wasn't any, which made Ponk suspicious. So when Y/N got it off, Ponk saw bruises, cuts, scratches, burn marks and scars from other wounds.

"What happened?" Ponk asked in horror.

"Sam, he got mad, Dream tried to escape and I... I made him mad, he hurt me, I don't want to think about it, it still hurts..."

Ponk grabbed his med kit and began to help Y/N, cleaning the wounds with alcohol before wrapping their entire chest with bandages. Ponk was happy he got to touch them, ever since they went missing he missed their touch. Y/N got their shirt back on before yawning.

"You tired?" Ponk asked.

Y/N nodded as they began to fall asleep on him. Ponk smiled before he pulled Y/N close as he fell alseep too, he finally had his beloved in his arms again.

Sam mumbled to himself as he listened to Dream try and make conversation with him.

"Sam, are you listening?" Dream asked from his cell.

"No."

"Huh... Well, you seem like your upset..."

"Why would I tell you anything?"

"I don't know... Just, talk to me Sam! No one has visited me in weeks, I just want someone to talk to," Dream said.

"Talk to yourself."

"Why do that when you're here?"

"And why are you in a cell when there's an entire world outside?"

Sam and Dream both went into total silence, that was until Sam began to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" Dream asked in a panic.

"Don't worry about it."

"Is this about the the thing that happened yesterday?" Dream asked.

"With you know, you and that other person, they looked pretty beaten up and dirty."

"How did you know about that?"

"I heard screaming, and crying, and begging, and I saw them run by."

Sam just stared at lava, he couldn't see Dream, but he knew he was smirking.

"You know, if it is, why not, you know, talk to them?"

"I. can't..."

"Why?"

"They escaped..."

"You know how to work redstone Sam, that's pretty hard thing to learn, you can just build traps and just, get them back."

Sam thought about it, Dream did have a point, but Dream was in prison for fucks sake, why should he listen to an inmate.

"I'll, think about it."

Sam left without another word, already planning all the traps he was going to set.

When Ponk woke up, he realized he was hugging Y/N's back with his head under their shirt, burying his head into their chest, he was basically a baby by the way he was cuddling them. Ponk got out and watched their peaceful face. He just wanted to kiss it, but he knew that it wouldn't be appropriate, after all the trauma, abuse and lord knows what else, kissing them while their asleep could trigger some flashbacks for them.

Ponk rubbed Y/N's cheek with a smile on his face. He brushed their hair away from their face and watched as their eyes slowly started to open.

"Ponk..." Y/N said sleepily.

"I'm here, I'm here... You sleep well?" Ponk asked, gently scratching their hair.

Y/N just nodded as they sat up, sleepily smiling as they grabbed Ponk's hand, keeping it in their hair.

"Something wrong?"

"No... Its just been a while since I got, affection that wasn't from someone harmed me, it feels, nice."

Ponk smiled as he pulled Y/N close, scratching their scalp softly.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Ponk asked.

"Anything, I haven't eaten anything in days."

"Ok... Just stay on the couch and wait, you could use anything here to entertain yourself."

Y/N nodded as Ponk disappeared into the kitchen. Y/N looked around and grabbed a book, the book had a hardcover and it looked like a very old journal, and on the cover it read.

"The Journal Of Eleanor Binch."

Y/N opened the book and began to read, the book was mainly about a 24 year old woman named Eleanor Binch, an actress who just got a break through in her career, and when she got a job offer in New York, she took it, yet, it was all some trick, Eleanor ended up getting hunted down by a gang, and as she goes through these horrendous events, she writes in her journal, hoping to anyone who finds this book to find some use to it, maybe even help them so they don't meet her unfortunate fate.

Y/N couldn't help but find similarities in Eleanor's story that matched their's. Eleanor got saved by a woman who was actually working with the gang, sure, Ponk wasn't in a gang, but he did save them. Y/N was still in shock and even if Ponk saved them, their paranoia prevented them from trusting Ponk. Y/N flinched when they felt someone tap their shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" Ponk said, holding a plate of toast with eggs.

Y/N grabbed the plate when Ponk gave it to them.

"Sorry it's not much, I was going to go get groceries yesterday but, there was a change of plans."

"I'm sorry..."

"No no it's alright! It isn't your fault that you're in this situation."

Ponk grabbed the book Y/N was reading while they ate.

"What were you reading?" Ponk asked, looking at the book.

"It's called The Journal Of Eleanor Binch."

"I've never gotten a book like that."

"But it was on the t-"

"Anyways want go on a walk with me?" Ponk asked, throwing the book behind him.

"Sure," Y/N said, finishing their toast.

Sam placed the last piece of redstone for the trap. The trap was simple, gravel and grass would be used to cover up the trap, and anyone who walked over it would fall into a hole and 4 pistons would trap them, and then a elder guardian would give them mining fatigue, giving Sam enough time to get Y/N back. Sam hid in a tree when he saw two figure in the distance.

Y/N and Ponk were walking through the forest, Y/N felt it really calming, for the first time in years they truly felt safe. But that was short lived when Y/N walked over some gravel and fell into a massive hole, and then 4 pistons were pressing against them, and to make it worse, they got mining fatigue.

"Ponk help!"

Ponk froze when he saw Sam jump out from a tree, Ponk knew what Sam was going to do, so he leaped up and grabbed Sam from behind, holding him back by his arms, this was incredibly difficult since Sam was 7'4 and Ponk was 5'5.

"Y/N I GOT HIM! HURRY UP!"

"Let me go Ponk," Sam demanded, staring daggers at him.

"I made a promise that I wouldn't let you hurt them, and I'm not going to let you fucking touch them after I found out what you did..."

Y/N tries to climb out, but the slime on the pistons made it impossible. Looking around in their inventory, they found they had a water bucket.

"What do you implying Ponk?" Sam asked.

"Oh don't act all oblivious now, you're smart Sam. You know exactly what I'm talking about, when you go all 'Warden' mode on them. It took my hours to heal all of their wounds. I loved you too, what happened, what made you change like this?" Ponk asked.

"You pulling that prank," Sam said, before punching Ponk in the face.

Ponk let go and covered his nose their his mask as he felt his nose bleed, but Sam wasn't done yet. Sam continued to punch Ponk, even when Ponk kneed him in the dick just to get him off. Y/N could hear what was going on but they were too busy trying to get out, well, that was until some of the water they were using to get rid of the slime damaged and removed some of the redstone. The pistons backed away and allowed Y/N to escape, using the water to climb out. Y/N turned around and saw Sam on top of Ponk as he beat the shit out of him.

"RUN!" Ponk yelled, before Sam knocked him out, he was going to deal with Ponk later.

Y/N backed away before running away. It was all their fault, Ponk was hurt all because they ran away. Sam ran after them with a rag filled with chloroform. Y/N couldn't think about anything other than getting the hell out of there and if Ponk was ok, but little did they know, the book they read could save their life...

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

I really want to write a fanfic about Ponk saving you from Yandere Sam, and Sam hunting both of you

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

Sneak peak for the Yandere Sam x Yandere Ponk x Reader fanfic

It'll be called

Saved Doesn't Mean Safe

Y/N- PONK, PONK HELP!

Ponk read the private message Y/N sent him, as he read it he got more and more concened.

Y/N- PONK PLEASE! HE'S COM-

The message didn't finish, which made Ponk run the moment he got their cords.

Y/N felt the air get knocked out of them when Sam tackled them, one of his hands hold Y/N's arms while his other held Y/N down by their neck.

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

I start school on the 7th of September, request will be open for 2 weeks, then it'll be closed since school. So get your request in boys, request will most likely open again in December or November so now's your chance to send them in.