#yandere dsmp

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Discipline (Yandere! C! Dream X Reader)

TW: toxic relationships, delusional mindset and yanderes

Dream was irritated. It was a long day. He had to deal with the problem child, Tommyinnit and his patience was becoming thinner by the minuete.

At least, he’d be back to his beloved soon. As Dream was making his way through the woods, he fantized what his return to the cottage would be like.

The masked man would slowly knock on the door twice. Then, (Reader) would swing it open, sporting a glowing smile. Dream’s face would immediately light up when he sees their contagious grin.

After, (Reader )would wrap their arms around his neck while he gently grabs onto their hips. He would take off his mask and then the two would then close the space between them.

He was knocked out of his delusions when he spotted (Reader) standing at the door with their desperately grasping the bottom of their shirt. Their gaze was fixed to the ground.

The man shook his head. What the hell where they doing out out of the cottage? He told them they weren’t allowed to step foot outside unless he was there. (Reader) was far to fragile.

He approached them in a hurry. His boots echoing on the ground. (Reader)’s head shot up.

Anger was present in their eyes. Why are they angry. He should be the one that’s angry. Dream should be enraged. How dare they disobey him, after everything he’s done for them.

His eyes narrowed as he towered over them.

“Dream.” (Reader) spoke as they stalked up to him with an intense glared present on their face. “Wh-“

“Get back inside.” He whispered in a tone so calm that it was eerie.

“No.” They stood their ground. He then leaned down and whispered

“(Reader), I’ll only say it once. Get your ass back in the cottage or their will be consequences.” He scolded them like one would a child.

“Fuck you.”

Dream’s lips formed a little smirk at their words. This was gonna be good. He thought he needed a break after dealing with To my, but maybe he truly craved was this.

“What did you say?” He said this while slowly advancing towards them.

(Reader)’s rage quickly morphed into fear as they backed up back inside the house.

Once he was in the house, Dream tore off his mask. He then, locked the door.

People needed discipline to stay discipline. Whether that be someone like Tommy or someone like (Reader). Dream needed to teach them. He needed to teach the world that no one talks back to him.

No one.

@haannaa1 @aspengracek-twitchtv

[wimbledonsoot]

Hello! If your requests are closed and not really writing for the Dsmp right now then feel free to ignore it! Could you possibly make C!Tommyinnit with a mother reader? Where the reader is really being like a yandere towards Tommy because he's like her own son, Also the reader is the "Queen of the God's and goddesses" Where the reader is the strongest person on the Dsmp, stronger than DreamXD, Dream and even Technoblade :D

HELLO PERSON

this seems hella cool, but it is my first time writing yandere stuff so i might not be so good at it :)

NOTES - i did this in headcanon form (like via bullet points, because then i don't have to write and edit proper sentences lol, but there is a storyline and plot) - also, the first chapter of 'The Fall' is out, go read it!

(requests are 100% open - go ahead!)

sbi x reader

trigger warnings: mentions of drugging, drugging via magic, swords, and kidnapping (yandere behaviour)

this is dark, so i'm rating this as mature

summary: you can't let the mortals take your son away, can you?

let me start by saying that tommy suspects nothing

we've seen in the c!dsmp how easily he's manipulated, and the same goes here

and you use that to your advantage

a couple honey-sweet words here, a threat there

tommy's yours in days

and if he was the only thing protecting himself, you'd be fine

the issue is that the SBI won't let you take him away that easily

thinking you're just another mortal with bad intentions, they start by confronting you (read: attempting to intimidate you)

tommy's not feeling well, you tell them, when they ask where he is, you're taking care of him; making sure he gets better

they think you're lying, but what they don't know is that the herbs you've been slipping into his meals work well

they've made him forget

yet you've aided that process too, with your magic

when they demand to see him, when techno pulls out his orphan obliterator and threatens violence, that's when you reveal your true form

all it takes is a flash of a sigil - your symbol - and philza's stumbling backwards

he's horrified

because this means that you - queen of the gods - have decided to take tommy, and that they cannot do anything

they're bound to your will, after all

after that, there's little they can do but... fall to your charms too

soon enough you've got a family of gods living in your palace, and none of them remember a thing

[yandereforme]

After I finish my yan! Batfam x neglected reader series, what would you like to see? My inbox is open, and while I can’t promise I’ll respond to everyone, I will try to post at least once a month, if not more.

Here’s my fandom list that I can definitely write for

DC

Marvel

DSMP

Harry Potter

TMNT

BNHA

Encanto(and other Disney characters)

Obey Me!

Ouran High School Host Club

I also have OCs

I can and sometimes might write for other fandoms, but those might take a while.

Edit: I just finished the series, so any requests? 

Edit 2: Send me requests to my inbox and I’ll try to write it. Use any of these fandoms, but please ask. I like seeing what you come up with.

[jirolcvr]

Could you write yandere sapnap and he plots and knows the reader will be at this party and kidnaps her and takes her home and could you add some nsfw in there somehow

Party ( Sapnap ) ( MCYT )

( Pairing ) : Yandere!Sapnap x Fem!Reader

( Summary ) : Sapnap knows where you're going tonight, and he intends to take you all for himself. Once you're his, escape seems useless.

( Genre / Warnings ) : Kidnapping, stalking, obsessive behaviours, alcohol and drugs, attempted rape (very small mentions), reader gives in really fast

( Notes ) : This one is really messed up, so please read at your own discretion. I'm happy to be writing again and hopefully I can get more imagines out. Enjoy <3

Sapnap is very observant, believe it or not. He can tell people's emotions and what they're thinking very easily. Though, being how young he is, he tends to not use this skill wisely. But when it comes to you; he's practically a genius. He knows every small detail about you. He's studied you, gotten Clay to hack into your Instagram account, even gone as far as to watch you from your window.

But Sapnap's delusional mind didn't see that as creepy or even wrong; you belonged to him, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Sapnap had heard of that college party you were going to. He had seen messages between you and your friends about it. Clay always told him that he couldn't let opportunity's pass him by, and this was a perfect example of that.

He wanted you all to himself. He didn't want your ridiculous friends and pestering family near you anymore. You didn't need anyone else but him.

It was 10 pm on a Saturday, the sky was clear and the temperature was high. It was the perfect night for a party, and for his plan to go into action.

The house was full of people, so Sapnap could fit right in with everyone. His eyes scanned the groups of intoxicated young adults, but he couldn't find you. Most men his age would find all the women at the party perfect for a hookup, their tight dresses, well painted faces, and high stiletto heels. But Sapnap barely spared a glance at them, even when one of them came up to him.

"Hey there~" Sapnap heard a female voice beside him, as well as a hand on his forearm. "I heard there were some empty rooms upstairs, if you're interested."

Sapnap rolled his eyes at the woman, who practically radiated the scent of alcohol and weed. "Get the hell off of me." He muttered, pushing the girl away. He had no interest in girls that weren't you.

The girl scoffed and walked away, probably off to seduce another guy. Sapnap walked further into the house, until he reached the rather large living room. His eyes scanned the room once more and finally landed on a group of around three people; one of them was you. His mouth practically watered at your outfit.

You wore a tight red dress with spaghetti straps, thin black tights that covered your gorgeous legs, and a pair of black heels. Your hair was done beautifully, more beautifully than usual; if that was even possible. Your makeup skills definitely paid off, because damn, you were painted for the Gods.

Sapnap noticed the red solo cup filled with alcohol and smiled; you being drunk would make this so much easier. The man approached you as calmly as he could, though his heart was pounding at a million miles a minute.

"Mind if I steal her away?" He asked your friend, who was also very drunk. "I'll take care of her."

Your friend giggled and lightly pushed you towards him. "Told you you were getting some tonight, girl!" She said, "Don't wreck her too much."

You looked slightly confused at what was happening, but in your intoxicated state, there wasn't much you could do about it. You stood up and Sapnap immediately grabbed your hand, walking you away from your friends.

"The rooms are the other way..." You mumbled as Sapnap dragged you away, dropping your cup in the process.

"We're gonna go to my house, okay?" Sapnap said, opening the front door and pulling you out of the house.

"Mmmm, don't wanna..." You moaned, though your body was too tired to fight. You tried to pull your body away from the man, but Sapnap tightened his grip on you.

He opened up his car door and helped you inside, before going over to his own side and getting inside. He started up the car and was about to drive away, when you stopped him.

Though you were drunk, there were alarms going through your head that this was a bad idea. They bounced throughout your mind and made your headache worse. "On second thought, I think I wanna go back inside..."

Your hand reached for the door handle, but Sapnap quickly locked it. Your head snapped towards him, fear evident in your eyes. "You aren't leaving me, Y/N."

Your heart stopped. "How do you know my name?"

Sapnap began to laugh, a horrible, sickening laugh. "God, I can't believe I got away with it." He said, "I've been watching you for months, just waiting for this moment."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you desperately tried to open the door, but it was no use. Sapnap's hand leaned over to rest on your thigh, slowly rising up further. You knew what was about to happen, so you tried with all your might to push his hand off of you. This only made him stronger.

Broken sobs left your lips. You didn't want this to happen here, you didn't want it at all. Especially not in a car. You sobbed and suddenly shouted, "WAIT!"

Sapnap seemed to be shocked and his hand froze, just barely ghosting your sensitive area. You shook in fear, but you tried your best to be calm. "Let's not do this here... Um, you- you can take me home and do it there..."

Hearing the word "home" leave your lips made Sapnap beyond happy. You already considered it home? Just for extra measure, you latched onto his arm and rested your head on it, trying to keep the tears inside.

"We can do that, baby. Whatever you want." Sapnap said, suddenly sounding a lot calmer. He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips, before backing out of the house's driveway.

You kept your head on his arm, closing your eyes and imagining you were anywhere other than here. Maybe your friends would notice you hadn't come home and remember the man's face, then the police would find you and you'd be safe.

"You're gonna love Texas, honey." Sapnap said dreamily, "You can meet my Mom eventually too, if you want."

Your eyes widened. Texas?! You had assumed he lived here, since he had been watching you for so long. But Texas was far away... was there any chance at all that they'd find him?

Tears began to leave your eyes as you realized you probably weren't escaping from him, and if you did, you might not make it out alive. He was stronger than you were, smarter than you were; you hadn't even made it to Texas yet and you had given up on escape.

Maybe it was for the best.

[ikeavrouw]

Yan!C!Fundy x GN!Reader

Summary: Just as always, you’re walking through the park to clear your mind from the stress that work brings you. When you’re doing this, however, you quickly find a sobbing young adult sitting by the lake in the park, trying to hide away from anybody else. And you, the good-hearted person you are, can’t help but sit down with him to see if you can offer your aid in any way, unaware of the feelings this mere action sparks. 

Genre: Comfort, angst

Words: 3.9K

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, (mentions of) stalking, unhealthy relationship with parents, hint of age gap between c!Fundy and reader.

Pronouns: you/yours, they/them

Request: [YES]/[NO]

AU: More Realistic AU (Or however I should call this)

Enjoy!

By the Lakeside

The sun shines through the leaves of the trees, lighting the grass on the ground beautifully. The alluring melodies of the birds only calm you more, giving you the much needed distraction from life. 

You’ve always liked wandering through nature, so living close to the best park in your region, has always been a nice addition to your current living space. 

With your hands in the pockets of your pants, you breathe in the pure fall air, the dark clouds above you only letting the sun through as it’s already predicting the rain that will fall soon. You do realize that it’s a lot more lonely to walk around here ever after you always had a partner to work with, but your solitude is welcoming as well. 

While you keep wandering, your mind trailing off as well, rain drops already start falling down when you approach the lake that will forever hold a place in your heart. It’s very usual for you to come here. What is not usual, however, is the sound of sobbing coming with it. 

Curiosity and empathy taking over your heart, you come closer to the source of the crying, where you quickly find a young adult sitting with his knees up to his face, hiding the tears that are flowing down his cheeks. There’s such a familiar image to see, yet you don’t dare to think of the day you sat in this same spot, hoping for someone to save you. 

The boy, who you assume to be at least ten years younger than you are, is not aware of your presence at first, until you walk away from the original path to sit next to him in the bushes, almost hidden away from the world as well. The breaking branches catch his attention as his head snaps upwards, his eyes widening as he looks at you suspiciously. 

“Who are you?” he stutters, trying to wipe away the tears quickly in the hopes that you didn’t see him crying. He’s not someone who wants people to know he’s upset enough to let the tears leave his eyes, after all. Living with a neglectful, narcissistic father and an emotionally absent, alcoholic mother does that to you. Fundy’s entire life, he’s been told to just suck it up. And thus, that’s all he’s been doing. The only moments he’s ever cried, has been the moments he was alone. Whether he was sitting in his room or in the nearby park at the lake, where nobody has ever bothered him: he’s always done it alone. 

So, seeing a stranger come to him while he’s letting it all go for once, is quite new to him, to say the least. And in a way, it’s also giving him an anxiety he doesn’t recognize. 

“The name’s Y/N,” you say with a gentle smile as you hold out your hand for him to shake. When you see that he doesn’t trust you enough - which, in your opinion, only makes sense and you cannot judge him for whatsoever - you put it in your pocket again as you tilt your head at him. “I heard you crying, so I thought I’d check up on you.”

Fundy looks at you, a stranger, with expected suspicion in his eyes. You sit a bit further away from him, assuming that he's feeling uncomfortable with you being so close already, but it instead seems to offend him. He doesn't admit it though. "Fundy."

"Hm?"

"Fundy. My name is Fundy." Fundy wipes away some more of his tears and you nod at him with another faint smile.

"Pleasure meeting you Fundy. Do you come here often? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, by the way!"

Fundy looks away from your friendly eyes. "Sometimes. Why?"

"Just asking," you say with a shrug. For a short moment, the two of you sit there in silence, until you continue. "Do you want to talk about what upset you? We don't have to, but if it's bothering you, you can tell me. I might be a mere stranger, but telling someone may help." You're not asking for his life story, of course, but to Fundy, it does seem like a burden to just tell you what makes him feel so shitty. After all, what are you getting out of this?

"Just my dad being a dick," he lets out a sigh as he looks away. "I recently moved out and he's making a big fucking deal about it." Much to his parents' dismay, he got hired at a bakery of a family member's friend he met at university. Sure, he could be doing something with his education, but he has no passion for law whatsoever. Now, he isn't passionate about baking either, but it does piss his parents off, so it is good for something. Only problem is that now that he's moved out, his father insists on visiting him and just spending time with him, something he's refused to do when Fundy was an actual child, always prioritising his job in politics over his own son.

"Parents can be a lot, can't they?" you laugh and Fundy shakes his head right away.

"That's the thing. Never has Dad paid any attention to me, but now I'm leaving, he suddenly wants to be a father. And honestly, my mother isn't any better. She's trying to change my mind too, but she's being less fake about it, at least."

"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. I first assumed you were still in your teenager rebellious phase, or something," you joke, lightening the mood just like you attempted to do and Fundy growls, although it's not meant in a hostile way whatsoever.

"I'm in my 20s, I'm not a child anymore."

"Yeah, my bad," you laugh and Fundy smiles to himself, although he doesn't dare showing this. Fundy is still looking at you through the corners of his eyes, while you continue speaking. "You want to know something? I used to come here a lot as well, whenever I just needed to stand back and think. When I was younger, I had a couple of arguments with a friend of mine. They were honestly quite childish and neither of us were brave enough to admit we just had some problems we couldn't really deal with, if that makes sense. So, whenever we had an argument like that, I'd do the same as you: I came here and cried my eyes out. And yes, I was a teenager and a young one at that, but age doesn't really say anything, since I might as well have been an adult. Only thing is that once we both resolved those problems, or rather when I discovered that he had a hard time at home, I felt bad for him, you know?"

"What did you do after that?"

"I made it obvious that my anger issues weren't meant for him, whenever I actually hurt him in one way or another. Now that I think of it, I suppose my age did matter in this case, since I was still open to learning and growing. Or at least, a lot more than older people nowadays are." As much as your comment is meant to be taken as a joke, Fundy can find some truth in it.

"What are you trying to tell me with that?" Fundy asks, looking over at the helpful stranger that is you, and you chuckle.

"It's okay to cry and be upset, but don't let it consume you, I suppose. Life is full of surprises. I mean, that friend I used to argue with? I'm still besties with him now. One time I cried here, when I was just a little younger than you, after the death of a family member, and I met an amazing person who ended up becoming a lot more than I thought we would ever become, especially since she first was a simple stranger as well, just like me." As soon as you say that, Fundy starts repeating the words in his mind as he already starts overthinking them. The rain starts pouring down now, the sounds filling his ears and being a little too loud to his liking. You seem to notice this. As you let out a small laugh, Fundy looks away from you and you put your hand on his shoulder. It's a careful movement, probably a hesitant one as well, and you apologize softly. "What about we bring you home, huh? I have an umbrella, you can borrow it if you want to."

And there it is again. That kindness. That welcoming sweetness he hasn't seen in anyone else up till now. "Why?" he asks, almost stuttering. "Why are you doing this? What are you getting out of this?"

You look confusedly at him, surprised by the uncertainty in his voice as you're already standing up, knowing you'll get your hands dirty in the mud if you stay there for too long. "I don't think I'm getting anything out of this," you comment nonchalantly, shrugging as you already opening your umbrella, holding it above your and Fundy's head, who's still sitting in the leaves. "I mean, if God wants to reward me, I'll accept anything in cash, but I'm pretty sure that's not the case."

"I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand. Come on, stand up, before your pants get all wet and muddy." You hold out your hand for him to take, unaware of the butterflies that emerge in his stomach, and he takes it so you can help him up. "I'll just give you the umbrella, by the way. Need a shower anyway."

"You can come with me, if you want to," Fundy mumbles, avoiding eye contact and you look at him surprisedly.

"You sure? I'm okay with it, but my house isn't far from here. And I don't have the time to stay or anything, so I really don't want to make you feel obligated to invite me or something."

"No, it's okay, really."

So, after this interaction, you and Fundy walk towards his house so you can make sure he gets home safely. The entire walk to his destination, he glances at you curiously, analyzing every single detail of your face. There's a comfort to find in your eyes which he cannot explain. There's love that you are able to give; all the love that he's missed throughout his life. The love and care that his parents should've given him, but they didn't have the time nor will to even give him as much as a smile.

And you did this with no problem.

It's something Fundy doesn't think he'll ever understand, and he's too nervous to admit it to you. He's scared he'll drive you away if he tells you about the quiet feelings he's developed for a stranger, feelings which he's never genuinely felt for someone before. Maybe at school, but never this strong. Never this present. Never this loud.

"It seems like this is where our paths part, Fundy," you say with a grateful smile on your face. "It was nice meeting you. I hope your family won't be too... bothersome. May you have a prosperous and good life."

"We can stay in contact, though, can't we?" Fundy asks, thinking of reasons that could give him the opportunity to see you again, but you just laugh at that.

"I'd love to, but it's unlikely I'll actually be able to keep talking to you and whatnot. And I think that you'll also lead a busy life once you've found the job of your dreams. That, and I think that it's smarter to find friends that are closer to your age." Fundy tries to convince you, but you seem to have made up your mind. With a sigh, you put your hand in your pocket and give him a card with your name on it, along with an e-mail address. "Here. If you really need to talk to me, you can send a mail to my professional e-mail address. But please, only when it's really necessary, okay?"

"Thank you," Fundy says, disappointed, but still proud to have more of your personal information.

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The sound of the water cooking overpowers the talking of Fundy's parents in the living room, who are discussing the, according to them, 'surprising' change in both Fundy's behaviour and taste. Fundy is actually glad to have the ability to drown out their voices, already being exhausted enough without their presence. But here they are.

"I didn't know you were this much into literature, Fundy," his father shouts, the only time Fundy has ever heard him raise his voice to say something positive. "Who is this Y/N L/N, if I may ask?"

"They're a writer, Wilbur," Fundy's mother already answers before even allowing Fundy to process his father's words. "Apparently, they've helped Mr. Schlatt out with coming up with arguments for some of his debates."

"And you like this Y/N and their stories?" Wilbur asks, his forced sweetness being obvious to Fundy. After the young adult puts some tea in the cups and carries it to the living room, avoiding his parents' eyes, he hums. "You support Schlatt too?"

Fundy shrugs. "I prefer staying out of politics, actually," he states, sitting down in the couch with his own drink. Sally scoffs and Wilbur simply lets out a sigh.

"That's not at all like your father," she simply comments, taking a sip of her drink while reading through some of the pages of one of the books you've published, before going to the last page to get some more information on you.

"Writing books is more like a part-time job they have," Fundy explains plainly. "That's not what they make most of their money with."

"I assume that they're not involved in any politics either?" Wilbur asks with a raised eyebrow and Fundy shakes his head. "Of course not. Quite a shame. Maybe I would've had the pleasure to have a debate with them."

"Well, Schlatt is one of their closest friends, so," Fundy starts, but he's quickly interrupted by his mother.

"How's your job going?" Fundy falls silent. He hasn't told them yet. He hasn't told them yet about how he got fired due to his lack of decent work. According to his boss, he'd always get distracted or get too late or come too tiredly.

"You've made too many mistakes, Fundy," his boss had told him. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to let you go until you've pulled yourself back together again." Even if his words were meant at first, after Fundy's anger outburst towards him, he knew that he could never come back. Niki, the friend who also happened to be related to his boss, explained how Fundy gave the man a broken nose, which was pretty serious. She said that the likeliness of him ever working there again was close to non-existent, but that she could look for a better job soon, if he wanted to. Fundy refused, however. Maybe it was the realization that no matter how many jobs he'd find, he'd always fail. You are on his mind 24/7, after all, and he's find something that he can do without failing, which is being there for you, even without your knowledge.

But that's nothing with which he can make money, so he just hopes he can get some financial support of his parents when he needs it. "I got fired."

While Sally's neutral facial expression falls to that of disappointment, Wilbur just bursts out laughing. "I told you you shouldn't have chosen that career path? They don't appreciate the people with our intellect and intelligence there, son. It's way better to go for a job that fits your personality more."

"I'm not going to join politics, Dad," he mumbles and Wilbur simply rolls his eyes with a grin. Their parents keep talking with him, pretending as if they've always had a close relationship, but Fundy can't ignore the distance that he feels between him and them. The emptiness he feels when talking to them. An emptiness which he can fill, if only he had the guts to go to the person who made him actually feel loved.

When his parents finally leave again, he locks the door and feels tears pushing against his eyes, but he keeps them in. He really doesn't want to cry today. No, not now. Today is a special day, after all. It's been a month since he met you, an event which both led to a possible escape and unexpected tragedies.

He goes upstairs where he grabs his notebook, which is filled with all kinds of things related to you. There are photos he found on the internet, the card with your contact info, information he found online, etc. He knows your exact age, along with your birthday, but unfortunately he hasn't been able to discover as much as he wanted to.

One of the first things that upsets him quite, is that he cannot find too personal information about you. He has no idea where you went to school or who you live with, only that you have a pet of whom you make photos and put on a private account online, which he follows. He also knows you're pretty close with the politician J. Schlatt, who is in a relationship with Quackity, so it's unlikely that you've ever been more than friends with that drunk. Besides that, he has very little information on your friends and acquaintances. He is, however, pretty sure you also know Niki, since she mentioned you once.

Second problem which he had quickly come across, was the lack of information when it came to contacting you. He only found your professional email address over and over, but he has mailed it before and hasn't gotten any answer yet. When you didn't answer the next day, he sent another one and another one and that's how it kept going. Just telling you about his day, or about how he wants to meet up sometime: he tries everything, yet you seem to be unavailable. He has even thought of returning to the park and crying his eyes out in the hope you would appear, but he hasn't found the courage yet to do that.

That's when his phone buzzes. Hopeful, he opens the social media app of which it came, smiling when he sees that you posted another picture of your pet. This time, however, it's something way more useful.

Your street. Fundy can see your street in the background.

Screenshotting the photo immediately, he zooms into the sign that tells every person to pass it what the name of the street is, and thanks to his knowledge of the place he lives in, he immediately knows what street you live in.

Looking through his window, he sees that it's already gotten dark outside. So, with his heart beating in his chest, he makes a decision. A decision which he will not be able to back down from.

He'll go to your house.

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It's not hard to tell which house belongs to you, thanks to the familiar animal lying behind the closed curtains and seeing Fundy approach already. Fundy, however, makes sure to stay out of sight. Having put his hoodie over his head, the darkness hides his face, so he is safe to jump over the fences to your backyard, which will shield him away from the rest of the world as well.

The curtains to your backyard are not entirely closed as the light goes through it, showing three happy people sitting on the couch and having dinner. Fundy gets close to the window, but makes sure to watch out, having the luck of not being in any of the people's sight. He recognizes you without even trying, but the other two women are tricky at first. The one, he discovers to be a well-known therapist, while the other's face he cannot see, thanks to her back being turned to him. After some closer looking, though, he identifies the stranger to be Niki.

Hold up, you and Niki are actually friends?

Fundy watches as the three of you finish the food and once the therapist stands up to put the plates away, he lowers to the ground to make sure he doesn't get seen. When the shadow of the woman covers the ground and gets smaller, telling him that she's returning to the table, he dares looking through the window again.

Sitting up right, he looks closely, seeing that she's carrying a box with some food inside. Is it cake? Why do they have cake? Fundy knows that it's not your birthday and it can't be Niki's either, but it wouldn't make sense for the therapist to be the one carrying the delicious food if it was hers either. What are you celebrating?

He can hear your laughs through the window regularly, and it's quite easy to tell yours apart from the giggles of the other two people present. After all, your laugh is the one that makes his body feel all warm inside, while neither of them can make him feel anything at all. When he concentrates enough, he can even hear your voices.

"To this special day of Y/N, Niki and Puffy! May we..." Puffy. Yes, that name sounds familiar. That's the therapist.

His mind wandering off, he doesn't understand what she's saying, so the least he can do is assume that they're pretty close friends. But close friends don't look at each other like that, right? They don't hold hands the way they do. Every gesture of theirs, every kiss on the cheek: it's something that he can only wish you did to him. But still, he's lying to himself, trying to get himself to believe that these people are just your friends.

But he can't do that any longer, when it's your voice that overpowers theirs. "We've known each other for so long already and I could not be more grateful for you two, so I first want to thank you for being in my life." The two women hold each other's hand when you say that, before looking at you, allowing you to continue. "Which is why I want to officially put a label on what we have, also to the public." You can see how much happiness these words give Puffy and Niki, but you are unaware of the shattering heart of a certain young adult.

Fundy watches as you sit down on one knee, clearing your throat uncertainly. "Puffy, Niki. Will the two of you marry me?"

That one sentence. That one sentence hurts Fundy more than his parents ever could have. Puffy's and Niki's happy cheers are drowned out by the high-pitched sound that fills his ears. Tears leave his eyes as he stands up with shaking legs, running out of the yard and tripping over something. Although he manages to get himself up after this mistake, it does not go unseen and unheard, unlike his sorrow.

Shot in a panic and overflown by emotion, he runs and runs. The tears in his eyes blind his sight and he quickly picks up the scent of rain and nature. He has entered the park. Still running, he approaches the lake, where he jumps into the bushes by the lakeside, at the exact same place where he was sitting when he first met you. And there, he sits down, crying and sobbing and doing everything he did that day.

Except now, there is no one to save him.

[vespertineneon]

Yandere Alphabet

C!Quackity

A/N: I’m doing a yandere alphabet for c!quackity. I think I’m gonna name my story something like a “Negotiations!AU”. This is the Quackity from my previous story. I suggest you read that beforehand! Also, I wouldn’t define Quackity as a Yandere. This alphabet works best for him though! He and Y/N are just in a very very very fucked up power dynamic.

CW: Yandere Behaviors, death, humiliation, abuse, isolation, crying, yelling, swearing, threats, unhealthy power dynamics, unhealthy relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Quackity has a hell of a hard time showing his love, as he’s in denial that he loves you.

But he does show that he cares (albeit reluctantly)

The deal between Sam and Quackity hasn’t been fully developed yet, but I’m sure he’s saved you from multiple situations where you would have to go back to Pandora’s Vault instead of working for him in Las Nevadas

Otherwise he’ll bring you gifts. Small trinkets, snacks, etc. This is only later in the relationship when he’s come to terms with his feelings

 Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’d rather keep his hands clean. Even if something bothers him.

But god forbid he finds someone trying to help you escape.

You’re alone. Everyone hates you. He’s your only beacon of hope. Everything falls apart if you believe otherwise

He won’t kill them. A little torture to make sure they leave you alone. He might force them to stage a betrayal, turning your plans of escape in.

After he’s done with them, he’ll leave them be. But if they continue to be a bother, he’ll kill them without hesitation

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Absolutely.

After the shameful and humiliating trip to Las Nevadas, you won’t hear the end of it.

If you talk back he’ll call you ungrateful

If you’re silent?

“I was expecting SOME sort of response. What happened to all that energy you had back in Dreams cell?”

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll grab your arm or a fist full of your hair to lead you someplace.

Other than that, not really

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Very very very very very little.

At least at the beginning.

Fuck. You gotta have been working for him for years and PROVEN your devoted loyalty for him to get lovey dovey.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He isn’t very patient.

He wouldn’t “wait out” any of your tantrums.

If you laid a single hand on him, don’t expect to leave that interaction unscathed.

He’ll throw you around. Grabbing a fistful of your hair before slamming you into a wall by your head.

He’ll also threaten sending you back to Pandora’s Vault.

He will do this until you’re on your knees begging for him to forgive you.

And god forbid you try anything once Quackity has opened up his heart to you.

He’ll beat you unconscious and you’ll wake up somewhere completely different.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is sorta a game to him. He loves playing cat and mouse with you. You’d never actually get away.

He’d let you settle down somewhere. Let you think that you’re safe. But he’s constantly watching you.

He has pawns everywhere, ready to turn you in at his command

He loves seeing you try to reach out for help only to be knocked unconscious and wake up back in Quackity’s office.

Just because he had fun, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably my most recent fic you should totally go read it hehehe

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

You being at his side 24/7

You’re loving, submissive, and completely under his control

And he wants you to actually love him. Not just fake it.

He wants you to be by his side while he works. An assistant, if you will.

He hopes that in the future he can get you off the hook when it comes to the threat of him having to return you to a cell.

And in the future, he might let you talk to other people again. Only under strict watch. He has to hear the conversation and be in the same room.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He does get jealous sometimes.

Later in the “relationship” (you two ARENT dating, but just in this strange unspoken love power dynamic shitshow), when he allows you to speak to other people, he’ll only get jealous if either of you flirt with the other.

He’ll step in and break up the conversation.

But other than that, he’s okay with you having a controlled social outlet.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It entirely depends on his mood and how long you’ve been in Las Nevadas.

Overall he’ll be very distant. He’s very business oriented

You two might have some conversations when he’s off work, but until you’re at least 5 months into it, he’ll be cold and distant.

But after you two build up some bonding? He’ll come around. He’ll still be very focussed on work, but a lot less hostile.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He just kinda hopes you’ll catch on eventually.

If you don’t, he’ll sit you down and have a heart-to-heart.

This is the only time he’ll be this vulnerable with you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Want me to go alphabetically orrr..?

He has a plethora of things he’ll do. I’ll list em!

Isolate you in a dark room. Probably starving you for a while.

He’ll take you on a walk saying he’s returning you to the prison. He’ll smile and turn around once you’re begging for him not to leave you.

He’ll choke you unconscious

Throw you around

Cut you, beat you, etc.

He’s not above his old torture methods if you REALLY fucked up.

Other than that, he’ll yell at you, throw things, break things, and completely degrade you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Literally everything. Your life is under strict watch and control.

You have a fucking bedtime.

You aren’t allowed to talk to other people.

You can’t go outside without him.

“Don’t touch that.”

“Sit down.”

Basically sit still and look pretty or do what he asks of you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling loving them back?

He’s not patient at all after he opens up.

If you REJECT his confession then it’ll be a whole sob story.

Followed by yelling, swearing, degradation, etc.

Then he’ll apologize.

You’ll get whiplash from how Quickly he switches moods.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He could probably move on from your death. But he would decide to step away from any work with the prison.

Will definitely mourn your death. But he’ll get over it.

Unless you two are in your “honeymoon” shit. And you two are happy together. That’ll fucking wreck him and he will not get over it. It’ll change him. Force him into a whole different kind of corruption arc.

Bless your fucking soul if you manage to escape because he will throw a whole tantrum before hunting you down.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no. Not at all.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Quackity started to pity you after Dream sat and watched you get tortured.

He saw how your mood fell. Your mind practically broke after that. So he “took you in.”

And needless to say, it pulled you out of a dark place.

Though it surely put you in deep shit.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

If it’s because of something that he inflicted physically then he won’t really care. He’ll ignore you or tell you to shut up.

But if you’re crying over something else? He’ll reluctant try to comfort you.

He’ll figure out what’s bothering you and try his best to help.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

The situation.

You were already under his control before he fell for you.

Ad he reluctantly fell for you.

He actually hated himself for a while. He pushed his feelings down for a long time.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Just be good.

Build up his trust.

Once he starts letting you outside, you’re close.

Maybe smile at him, compliment him.

If you say you love him later in the relationship? He won’t show it, but he’ll be head over heels.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yeah no shit.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Quackity sees you as less than him.

He loves you. But you two are NOT equal in his eyes.

But in order to win you over, he’d allow a lot more freedoms. He’d give you gifts and try to actually talk to you. Get to know you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Idk how to answer this.

He snapped long before he got you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Nope. Never.

[strawberry-cake-enjoyer]

In my opinion, it is truly disgusting to write about yandere cc's

Like it just- rubs me in the wrong way, writing ideas about how like cc!Fundy, a HUMAN, would kidnap and lock you up

[straighttohellbuddy]

absolutely no-one is allowed to psychoanalyse me over my next fic which is part of the Yandere DSMP series I have ... Is it about C!Wilbur? Is it because I was binging his 100 player stream videos and something he said in the Ants one made me feel some type of way? Is the fic called 'how to be a dog' and does it feature liberal use of the poem of the same name by Andrew Kane? PERHAPS TO ALL QUESTIONS.

just wanted to let y'all know it's on its way ✌️

[oleander-limerence]

General Info

“Are you afraid, darling?”

Requests: Open

♡ Kit | ♊️ | Infp | requests: open | practicing horror and romance writing♡

~Rules~

The mc will mainly be gender neutral or female but I do take male requests

I will write as often as possible but I have to focus on school and work, therefore I’d rather not be rushed. A gentle reminder or question about your request is acceptable :)

I will NOT write inc3st, p3d0ph1l1a, v0re, or anything else I add to this list in the future

☆ Fandoms I will write for ☆

Danganronpa

Genshin impact

The amazing digital circus

Dsmp

The coffin of Andy and Leyley

Original Characters

Masterlist

[asucels]

can you write yandere simulator angst where yandere dev mourns the loss of his sex doll who got brutally murdered by Fredrick Fitzgerald Fazbear?

Omg of course uwuuu🥰❤

TW : sad and feels

YandereDev was so sad his waifu had died , he was so sad he couldn't even finish his game , it's not like the game has been unfinished for years now , that's just silly details

He posted about his waifu's loss but everyone made memes about it, YandereDev thinks the world is unfair to him , but that's what creepy basement dwellers get , she was brutally murdered by Fredrick Fitzgerald Fazbear , commonly known as Freddy Fazbear , the well known animatronic from Five nights at Freddy's , YanDev HATED FREDDY😡 , bc he was more successfull than his edgy Y/N mc

"Damn you Freddy , you still haven't seen my dark side" YanDev said angrily "i'M GOING TO AVENGE YOU FOR KILLING MY BELOVED WAIFU" he screamed

"Is it going to happen after you finish the game?" people commented , this couldn't get more depressing , his waifu was murdered and no one took it seriously , he could scam his fans and buy another one though , but we'll never know , he'll stay depressed for now lol

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Yandere! C! Karl Jacobs X Reader

TW: Sort of watching people sleep, Insomnia,Paranoia, Obsession and Unhealthy relationships

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(Reader) couldn’t sleep.

It’s not that they didn’t want to. They truly craved the sweet release of sleep. The problem was that if they closed their eyes for even a second something terrible could happen.

Karl Jacobs could leave.

He could abandon them and never come back. He could travel to a different time without them.The man would complexly forget about them.( Reader) couldn’t even bare the thought of that. They couldn’t live without Karl. He was there everything.

They had to stay awake.

They couldn’t risk it.

(Reader) felt their eyelids began to droop. Oh gods no. They can’t full asleep. After staying up for this long. They couldn’t risk it. They had to go all in.

A sudden chill came over them, causing them to wrap some blankets around them.

Karl was snoring very softly. He shivered from the cold. Eyes glues shut,Karl slowly changed sides to face them. Even in sleep he craved their touch. The time traveler carefully reached out latched onto (Reader),carefully sliding them towards him.

They panicked at first, but quickly melted into his warm embrace. (Reader) even felt their lover’s chin rest upon their head.

Indulging in the warmth brought by Karl’s arm they inevitably drifted off to sleep.

But Karl was wide awake.

His eyes fluttered open as he starred down at his lover. They were right where he wanted them and they’d never leave again

@haannaa1 @aspengracek-twitchtv

[om3ga-but-sfw]

Hey Y'all! I'm super bored but also in the writing mood! So if you have any requests for anything yandere or not then please send them in! Fandom doesn't matter- I'm up for writing about anything besides what I've said in my pinned post.

[ihavemadequestionablechoices]

INTRODUCTION

Hello? Hello, hello? Hey there, it's me, yet another fanfiction writer. I made this blog specifically for my longfics, which I post on AO3, Quotev and Wattpad! I mostly write Yan!DSMP x reader fanfic, because I can, although I also have an interest in FNaF, for example.

Anyone is allowed to interact with my blog. However, I don't want anyone to be disrespectful towards anyone. So, just don't be a prick.

I have no idea what exactly I made this blog for, but I guess I also didn't see why not just make it?

In any case, if you want to ask a question, you can. If you want me to write something, tell me! Just make sure that it isn't anything that would be a longfic (:

Also, keep it so that it's related to the longfics I'm writing! : D If you want me to write anything non-related to that, you can go to my other blog:

I might also post some sneak peaks on here, probably (for more future projects, that is).

I'll be looking forward to any interaction with you guys.

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[ikeavrouw]

My fanfictions

Hey guys!

Just here to share the links to my yan!dsmp x reader stories! One is finished, one is a sequel to the finished one and the other I'm still working on. Check them out!

They can also be found on Wattpad and AO3! Make sure to let me know what you think (:

[mynameisnotsoda]

I keep forgetting i can still crosspost here so ermm art dump while im waiting for an order I'm delivering lmao

[yawnzzznnn]

Can you do a yandere quackity alphabet pls chupapi mew manure 😍😍😍❤️

♚Quackity yandere alphabet♚

♚Special thanks too: the dumb ass who requested this, Quackity

♚Note: legit my first time ever writing for quackity....

♚TW: yandere themes : toxic relationship : mentally ill Quackity : obsession : possessiveness : death : mentions of murder : cursing : dark themes : brief mention of suicide :

♚DISCLAIMER: do not read this if you are uncomfortable with yandere themes I have other works you can read or if your into kpop/kdramas don't hate on this no one is forcing you to read this if you are sensitive don't read this THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION DO NOT ATTEMPT ANYTHING YOU READ IN THIS POST if someone is doing some of this stuff to you contact the police immediately DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 16!!!

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A - allowing (how allowing are they?)

I feel like he's not as though as others would be, so he'll allow you to go outside, but he has to be there as well.

B - blackmail (did they blackmail there s/o?)

No he didn't, in his eyes your fragile, almost baby like, he didn't wanna do anything to harm you.

C - carving (do they carve there name into you? And where?)

No he doesn't, no matter how pissed he is at you, he refuses to harm you in anyway.

D - Dangerous (how dangerous are they?)

On the danger scale Quackity is about a 6, he's not super dangerous but he can be.

E - Exposed (How vulnerable are they when it comes to their s/o?)

Once he knows you're not going anywhere, he'll be more sensitive and, talk about personal things and, seek comfort in you.

F - favorite (there favorite place on there s/o)

Probably your hair....he loves playing with your hair.

G - Game (are they using there s/o as a pass time?)

Absolutely not, you're too fragile for that.

H - Hell (what's the worse they've done to there s/o?)

even tho, not as extreme as other yandere's would do, the worst he's done is lock you in a room for a week.

I - Ideals (what's there future plans with there s/o?)

Probably to keep you with him as long as possible, he doesn't want kids, he feels you won't be able to make it through child birth.

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

On the jealousy scale he's about a 7, like he gets jealous and will kill the other person but once he sees you he forgets everything.

K - Killing (how many times will they kill for there s/o)

As many times as it takes.

L - Love (how in love are they?)

Head over heels in love with you, he fell in love with you the first time he saw you.

M - (how messy are they?)

He's very clean when he does his killings, he doesn't want you to find old blood.

N - No (what will they not allow there s/o to do?)

Go anywhere without him, it's his main rule.

O - Obsession (how obsessed are they?)

On the obsession scale he's about a 9, he does have pictures of you all over his walls. (not just the bedroom)

P - Possession (how possessive are they of there s/o?)

He'll let you wear what you want and, hang out with whoever, just don't break a rule and you'll be fine.

Q - Quit (if there s/o dies would they find someone else?)

If you die he dies.

R - Regret (do they feel guilty for the things they've done?)

When he sees you cry over something he's done, then he will remorse for the things he's done, but other than that nope.

S - Stamina (how long will they put up with there s/o acting up?)

Not long at all, the second you start acting up he'll put you in your place.

T - Tears (how do they feel about seeing their s/o scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

He hurts more than you, once he sees you doing anything of the sorts, he'll stop everything immediately.

U - Unique (would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Other than letting you actually have a life that's not revolved around him, not really.

V - Vice (what weakness do they have for there s/o?)

When you get emotional, he can't stand it, unless its a good kind of emotional.

W - Wit’s end (would they ever hurt their s/o?)

Physically? No, Mentally? Absolutely.

X - Xoanon (To what length would they go to win their s/o over)

He'll go as far to change himself, physical appearance included.

Y - Yandere (what kind of Yandere are they?)

He's laid back, he allows you freedom, but as I mentioned, he always has to be around you.

Z - Zzz (Do they sleep around there s/o?)

Of course! He wanted to prove to you, he's completely normal and nothing wrong or messed up is going on in his head.