#yandere mcyt x reader

[yxndereblogs]

Can you do a scenario with the chuckle bros of their darling trying to escape but they get caught? You can choose if you want mid way or they get found outside

of course! and thank you so much for requesting!! 🫶🏻

Yandere!Chuckle Sandwich Bros with Reader Trying to Escape Headcanons 🖤

Jschlatt:

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•you have been planning your escape for a couple months now. it took you a long time to finally attempt it because schlatt would always be by your side or in the room next to your shared room, streaming with your door locked.

•it was a fairly simple escape plan; you running out the door after unlocking all of the locks schlatt had on his front door while he was streaming. you knew his streaming schedule at this point, so it just would come down to if he locked your door or not.

•so the next night while he was streaming, you quietly went to the door and opened it. to your luck, he left it unlocked. now, you looked towards schlatt’s streaming room and saw the door closed. that was your signal to run.

•as you walked to the main room, you saw someone sitting on the couch. you knew exactly who it was: schlatt. he looked at you in amusement, being amused you would even try to escape knowing all of the security he has around the house.

•you should’ve known not to try to escape from him. he always is a step ahead of you, whether you would want to admit it or not. guess you should’ve made a backup plan, huh.

Ted Nivison:

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•ted had only kidnapped you a couple months age, or at least that is what is felt like to you. you didn’t have any sense of time when you were with him because time was just so slow/it felt so slow.

•he has tried to make you feel comfortable and make it seem as if he hadn’t taken you away from society, which most of the time, his comforting words and gestures failed. but you made it seemed as if they did work.

•so with that, you were able to remember ted’s schedule since he would always tell you what he or you both would be doing that day. plus, he would never keep you locked in a room because you were able to gain his trust in those couple of months.

•the day that you planned to escape was easy enough. you were to slide out of the window and book it while ted was out, buying some things for the house. and you’ve learned that he would be out for a good while when he was shopping for the house.

•you easily got through the window and got outside and without a second thought, started to run. as you were running, you heard a car drive behind you and as you turned around, you saw it was his car. before you could even comprehend it was ted, he quickly parked his car and ran out to grab you. should’ve payed slight more attention to your surroundings.

Slimecicle/Charlie:

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•charlie had kidnapped you half a year ago (six months ago) and throughout all that time, you made it seem as if you loved him as much as he loved you. that was not the case in your mind. not at all.

•throughout those six months, you have been planning on how to escape, when charlie is gone/how long he is gone, how long he streams, what way of escaping would be the easiest, all of that stuff. all without charlie getting on you, which he did a couple times, but you just brushed it off as just getting comfortable.

•it would be difficult to escape certain days because some days, charlie is just stuck to your side, clinging on you like you’re going to just leave, which you absolutely were going to. and while you were scared, you wouldn’t dare show it.

•so one night while he was streaming, you decided it would be the time since the game he was playing, he would always play for a long time. so, you took the chance and snuck out of your “bedroom” and walked towards the front door.

•as you opened the door, it was closed as quickly as it was opened. you turned around and saw charlie standing there, hand on the door signaling it was him that closed it and looking pissed off. well, so much for not being scared.

[jirolcvr]

Hi! Could I possibly ask for a Yandere Simpbur, his darling is already kidnapped but is constantly crying and trying to get away from him anytime he's near them until he's at his wits end and asks what they want from him and all they want is their comfort item from home? Love how you write for Wilbur! 🤍🤍

Stuffed Animal ( Simpbur ) ( MCYT )

( Pairing ) : Wilbur Soot (Simpbur) x GN!Reader

( Summary ) : Wilbur is willing to do just about anything for his kidnapped darling, you. And when you won’t stop crying, Wilbur has to figure out how to make you smile.

( Genre / Warnings ) : Yandere, kidnapping, crying, (this one is a lot less dark than my other ones lol)

( Notes ) : I do refer to Simpbur simply as Wilbur, but he is still technically a different person/personality. I’m sorry if this isn’t great; I’m kind of rusty with writing. Also, how are we liking the new layout?

Wilbur was at a loss, to say the least. He had spent weeks preparing your bedroom with everything you needed to be comfortable; a soft bed, a dresser, a closet filled with clothes you loved, a computer, hell, all your interests were in one room. Despite Wilbur’s efforts; you hadn’t touched any of it since you got there.

Everytime Wilbur walked into the room to bring you meals, he noticed that nothing had moved; you hadn’t even moved off the floor. Wilbur noted the way you would flinch away from him and begin to cry when you saw him.

For the first week, he didn’t say anything about it. As much as he didn’t like it, he knew this would take some getting used to for you. So he gave you your space and allowed you to get comfortable. Except by the third week; you hadn’t calmed down a bit. He didn’t know what to do! The whole reason he took you was so he could get the attention from you that he so desperately craved— but this wasn’t what he meant! Your cries were beginning to feel like razor blades cutting into his ears; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it.

The next morning, Wilbur did his usual routine of making you breakfast. He made eggs the way you liked them, bacon, and toast. He went upstairs holding the plate and nudged your door open with his arm. At first, Wilbur could look at you— as you hadn’t yet noticed his presence. You sat on the floor with your legs crossed, eyes trained on your hands on your lap. Once you did notice him, you began to cry and crawl away from him.

Wilbur sighed frustratedly, slamming the plate down on your dresser. The sound just made you cry harder. “What do you want me to do?” He suddenly asked loudly.

You didn’t respond, simply continued to cry. Wilbur took a deep breath and calmed himself down. If he wanted to talk to you; he had to be calm.

“Just… what do you need?” Wilbur asked softly, “I want you to feel comfortable here, my love.”

Wilbur watched as your body somewhat relaxed. Tears continued to stream down your face, but you were breathing normally again. Wilbur slowly kneeled down beside you and reached his hand out, wiping the tears off your cheeks. You flinched lightly, but allowed him to.

You sniffed before you spoke. “Stuffed animal.” You said quietly.

“A stuffed animal? I can get you one of those!” Wilbur exclaimed. You, however, shook your head.

“My stuffed animal.” You explained, “I’ve had it since I was a kid. It was on my bed before you…” You stopped talking.

Wilbur nodded slowly. So he had to go back to your house and get this stuffed animal? That was easy. Wilbur recalled seeing a stuffed animal beside you when he kidnapped you, so he would know exactly where to look.

“I’ll get it for you, darling.” Wilbur grinned, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, ignoring how you flinched away.

Before you knew it, Wilbur had left the room with a new-found plan. You were left on the floor, dried tears on your face. You sighed and laid your head in your hands. Maybe you needed to accept your situation, maybe it was for the best.

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It wasn’t until dusk when Wilbur returned home. You had changed into some pyjamas, yet you continued to sit on the hard floor. Your attention went to the door when you heard it open, revealing Wilbur. He had a hand behind his back and had a small smile.

“Guess what I got?” He asked. You knew what he had, but you didn’t want to interrupt him.

“What?” You questioned. He revealed your favourite stuffed animal in perfect condition. You couldn’t help but smile at your familiar friend. Wilbur softly handed you the animal and smiled at you.

“Th…Thank you…” You said lightly, holding the stuffed animal to your chest. Much to Wilbur’s surprise, you stood up off the floor and sat down on your untouched bed.

Wilbur smiled and laid a hand on your head, petting your head lightly. Surprisingly, you didn’t fight back or flinch away. Wilbur sighed a breath of relief; you were finally comfortable with him.

“Do… Do you wanna watch a movie?” You asked softly, pointing to the TV in your room. Wilbur grinned and nodded.

“I’d love to, darling.” Wilbur said, wrapping his arms around you.

[v0idl1nq]

I've talked about it with some people I know and it's been decided, Technoblade and MCYT has been removed from my fandom list.

For Technoblade it's pretty obvious why, writing fanfiction about someone who has passed is wrong to me. It's just that writing about him feels wrong to me, It would be like I'd be disrespecting him in everyway despite it being his DSMP character.

For MCYT, after talking with some friends on what I should do it was decided that I separate myself from the fandom/community. I might select some MCYT's that are comfortable with fanfiction, but if I do it would all be platonic.

I love writing any sort of fanfiction, but right now? writing MCYT fanfiction for me seems forced, it has no effort which is why I hate it. I'm not a fan of my writing when it has no effort put into it, so I'll be stopping and deleting any requests with MCYT or Technoblade.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Yup, I'm obsessed.

Hello! It's the anon that sent 3 paragraphs in one single... I'm not really sure what to call it because it wasn't exactly a request. I'm glad I was able to brighten your evening, and honestly I was a bit worried you'd think I was being a bit over the top (social anxiety, my number one enemy). Surprise, though! I actually have a request this time! I loved your yan!grian drabble and one-shots so much I couldn't wait to finish the EVO smp before sending in a request of my own.

If you could, do you think you could write a yan!grian x reader one-shot. I was daydreaming a bit and it wandered off to a plot where basically, the reader acted as almost a lost puppy with grian. Following him everywhere, showing a clear fondess towards him with their loyalty, and just constantly being by his side. As time goes on, he's so used to their company that when they aren't near him, it becomes almost maddening. It's almost an obsessive need to have them around him, to protect them, to keep them with him.

It's a very rough idea, but it's been on my mind for a while, and maybe you could play with it a bit more in your own way (if you'd like to that is!). And my goodness, this one was just as long, or maybe even longer then the other message(?) I sent to your inbox. I am once again apologizing for that fact.

It's okay anon, I had a lot of fun with this and I hope you enjoy it. I really hope it's the kind of thing you were looking for! P.s this is my first S10 fic!!

How Could You Say No?

Oneshot Contains: Low key yandere, Fluff (unhealthy), manipulation

Warning: This is not healthy behaviour! I write for entertainment but please be aware than in real life this type of behaviour from both parties is not healthy nor acceptable. If you find yourself in a situation like this please let someone know and stay safe! ----------------------

With a new season came new opportunities. It had been an interesting start, that was for sure.

This time around many people had decided to take it slow and enjoy the new world, which of course you decided to do as well. You'd been invited on an adventure to find a home, an adventure where your crush was going too. How could you say no?

So to the mountain you'd gone, messing around. But soon enough people began to claim land. You claimed some right next to Grian.

You'd had a crush on him for some time, but never had the chance to get to know him, this season you wanted to change that.

Then the fishing began. You liked fishing, but it was much more enjoyable being around Grian. Plus, that change did happen, the two of you got to know each other well, talking all the while catching fish and treasure. You fished for hours upon hours, day after day. Grian even built a little fishing hut for the two of you to have some shelter, which was incredibly sweet of him.

It hadn't taken much longer for Grian to build a house either, yours popped up about a week after than. All the while the two of you still spent time together. Grian would invite you everywhere, mining, fishing, of course you'd go.

You'd been surprised when he asked you to be his, but happy. So very happy. The next day he gifted you a fully enchanted pickaxe, which of course you couldn't refuse. It was a gift after all.

When shops started popping up the two of you would go together, spending diamonds Grian insisted you have a share of. He helped you gather resources, although soon enough there was no need for them. Grian asked you to base with him, how could you say no?

The two of you spent even more time together, chopping down trees, mining through stone. Anything and everything you did, you did together. You have done ever since the server began.

Which brings us to today, you and Grian, sitting by the sea. Today there is no fishing, no need to fish, but Grian had asked you to come with him to sit by the ocean. So you did.

Your thoughts were left to wander, and suddenly you were left thinking of the empty wall in the kitchen and how you had the perfect painting at your house. Not that you had lived there, or even visited, in some time.

"G, I've figured out a solution to our empty wall problem." You say, breaking the silence. "Oh yeah?" "Yes, I know the perfect painting. I'll have to go get it though."

"Go get it? Now?" He asks. "I can, probably should really. You know what I'm like for remembering this kind of thing." You laugh sheepishly.

"But we're enjoying the ocean, like we used to. Can we go another time?" "I can go myself, it's only at my old house." You say.

Suddenly Grian's eyes are on you, you can feel them almost burning a hole in the side of your skull. "You can't go there alone, it could be dangerous." You turn to look at him, shrugging. "It can't be that dangerous, besides, I can handle myself." His eyes darken.

"I don't want you to get hurt, you know that. What would I do if you got hurt and I wasn't there to help?" You didn't think about that. "I, well, you can come with me then. I want to get this painting, it'll be perfect."

Grian sighs, taking your hand in his. "Okay, we'll go get it. I can't let you go alone." You smile at his words. He stands, helping you up.

The walk to the house is longer than you remember, and sure enough it's in a bit of a state. Nature has very much taken over, you didn't think it was that long since you'd left.

When Grian had asked you to move in it was done very quickly, most of your furniture wasn't needed, so it was either given to other hermits or left in the house for you to collect at a later date. Looking around inside you don't think you'll be back for most of the things you left.

The floorboards squeak under your weight and Grian's. Moss covers much of the floor, vines crawl along your walls. You move carefully towards the office, not wanting to hurt yourself. You're glad Grian came.

As you reach for the door handle Grian pulls you away, startling you. "Let me, just in case. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened." You stare at him for a second, but nod "okay." It's not exactly like you can say no. He only wants to protect you.

Grian pulls open the door with ease, scraping at the moss on the floor as the wood moves. The office window is clearly broken, but the rest of the room looks okay. Grian steps in, holding your hand and pulling you gently along.

You spot the painting, propped up in the corner of the room. Many of the colours have faded from time in the sun, plus it seems to be cracked and peeling. You feel so disappointed seeing the state it's in now, knowing how beautiful it once was.

The piece was so unique, and now it mirrors its surroundings. You can't bring yourself to even pick it up, it's inseparable from this house now, a worn down broken place, no longer a home.

Noticing your increasing upset Grian gently guides you out of the house. You can't bring yourself to say no. He does more than that, holding your hand tightly and taking you all the way home.

The walk is silent, full of sorrow. You can't even bare to look back.

Grian doesn't take you into the house, he takes you up to the swing in the garden. He'd built it for you, a place where the two of you could relax, read, look out at the ocean from a distance. Compared to your old home this one is beautiful, perfectly crafted, delicately detailed. This is your home now. You try remind yourself of that, but still feel sad.

After some time in silence Grian speaks up. "I had something I wanted to ask you earlier, when we were on the beach. It's why I didn't want to leave, but you know I'd do anything for you." You nod slightly, knowing his words are true. His home changed for you, he changed for you. He looks after you and gets you gifts and allows you to be creative. He protects you from harm, takes care of you when you're sick, takes you on days out and adventures.

You turn your attention to him as he begins to speak again. "You're very special to me, truly you are. I don't want to spend a day of my life without you, ever. You mean too much to me. You've become a part of my home, my comfort, I can't lose you. I need you to be by my side, forever." You see the box, you see the ring. A beautiful piece, you wonder if he crafted it himself.

You look at the ring, at him. You glance at your surroundings, what a beautiful life he has created for you here. A life you don't have anywhere else with anyone else. "Marry me?" How could you say no?

[simbur-enthusiast]

Simpbur was obsessed

He knew he was, he couldn’t deny it

Simpbur was adding a new picture to the collection

He had an entire wall filled with pictures of you

Some were printed from your socials, while some were all his

They were taken by simpbur himself

You weren’t aware that he was taking all of these photos of you. But he didn’t care

The thrill he would get from stealing pictures of you was amazing

He would occasionally forget what he was trying to and would just watch you in awe

he was sad he didn’t get the pictures he wanted but he already had so many

and he got to watch you so there really was no downside

[ava-cookidouh123]

Yandere alphabet:Tubbo edition-

|I have been on a small break but I swear I’m back now but I won’t write frequently-…also this may be really bad and I’m sorry if it is-……idk how to do a yandere alphabet+I only discovered it like….10 minutes ago-..and ignore the fact that there’s words in bold writing and words that aren’t-|

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

Tubbo would be sooo clingy!,he’d give you hugs and kisses and overall would probably want make you feel loved!

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

Well he wouldn’t want to hurt anyone but……if he wants his darling to be all his…he wouldn’t mind grabbing a very sharp item if you know what I mean ;)…

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

Once he’s abducted them he’d just start to cling onto his darling so they can love him for all eternity…

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

Not exactly…he’d try to make his darling feel comfortable staying with him for as long as he lives and he wants you to be happy!..but for something’s……you HAVE to do it…luckily this doesn’t happen all the time…just sometimes…

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

You get both..some days you get the good side of him..other days..you get psycho Tubbo-

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

At first..if you fought back he would get offended but he’d let it slide since it’s you..but now..if you fought back..he’d threaten to skin you or do something with a very sharp object..;)

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

Who said you were allowed to escape?!

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

Anytime he has to..make sure there is 1 less person to go near you it makes you concerned..or it could be whenever he threatens you if you try and escape..we aren’t gonna go into too much detail…

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

Well..for now it’s making sure you’re together forever..but..who knows!..he could have plenty of things planned for him and his darling..

Jealousy: Do they get jealous if someone besides themself interacts with their darling? If so, how do they react?

Very!..if you’re interacting with say..family he’d understand and he would not get jealous but..if you’re talking to Tommy or someone else he gets very jealous and starts thinking of a plan to just..have 1 less person on the earth..

Kisses: How do they act around their darling?

He is really clingy,loves to snuggle and cuddle with you,he will kiss you on the cheek or forehead but on some occasions you may get a peck on the lips..he can also get really possessive over you..

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

He would try different ways to gain your attention!..he’d try to impress you with his bees..by being president of L’ManBurg..nothing worked so he just abducted you-..

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

Kinda..when he is around everyone else he’s this very nice but somewhat crazy of a person but around you..still has that happy side but he us way more psycho and he is VERY! possessive..

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Uhm..he’s only 19 0-0

But if they tried to escape he’d put a knife against their throat and force them to apologise…

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

None-

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Well his patience can go up to about 30 minutes..if his darling takes a million years to do something he while force them to cuddle him or something..

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

If you escaped he’d find you at some point..if his darling left it wouldn’t end well..if you die..he would not be able to move on from it and he may die from a broken heart..

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

If you weren’t enjoying it then yes he would..he wouldn’t let you go though..he loves you too much to let you leave!

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

After all he’s been through..he lost the plot..

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

He’d feel sad..if his darling isolated themselves he’d stay outside their room and listen to them..the rest of them..wouldn’t end that well..

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

He would let you go outside..you can hang out with friends but he’d go with you..he at least knows you need to go outside-

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

Bees!..just distract him with bees and his darling will no longer belong to him-

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

No of course not!

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

A lot-..maybe? (Idk)

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

Eternity..

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Holy fuck!..of course not!

[yhs-x-reader]

🎀 Dating Samgladiator Headcanons 🎀

GN! Reader

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶

First of all, he’s a total loser. He has no relationship experience whatsoever, so from the absolute get go, he has no clue as to what to do.

But he tries! He tries really hard! He wants to be there for you no matter what, and he wants to make sure that you’re happy with him. He’s awkward and stumbles around, but it’s all he has, and he hopes that it’s enough.

But it’s not like he has nothing to go off of. Taurtis adores you two and thinks you guys are super cute, so he helps Sam out especially since he’s a lot more… popular, and overall sociable. Speaking of which, he actually helped Sam gain the confidence that he needed to ask you out. That’s why it was a lot more romantic than you would’ve expected, because Sam recruited his best friend to help him lol. He did NOT want to mess this up.

It was a cold afternoon and everyone was getting ready to leave for home, so while you were at your locker, you noticed something strange…

There was a love letter with some sort of bag of baby carrots. You thought that it was untrustworthy, especially since it had been sitting in your locker for gord knows how long, so you tossed the food way. But as for the note…

It was a pretty sweet poem, actually, if not vaguely cringey. “Roses are red, violets are blue, your eyes are…” and all that.

However, there wasn’t a name, but instead a meeting time and place: class 2B at 3:40.

So, with your phone on you (just in case this person was a creep) you went ahead and did what the note told you to. And after a few minutes, someone walked in…

Sam.

Now, Sam didn’t have the best reputation. He was known for being a loser, but he wasn’t a bad guy, and now that you saw him stuttering and trying to explain everything — you realized he was actually a bit cute.

The day ended with you kissing him to shut him up, and his expression coming alight with pride. He offered to walk you home, which you accepted. But as you both left the classroom, you spotted Taurtis hiding behind a potted plant with his phone out. He squealed in excitement for you two, inviting himself to walk with you and Sam.

To be fair though, he did live with Sam, so you couldn’t complain. Besides, he was a great friend and wingman, you had to admit.

After you and Sam became official, you, him, and Taurtis were an unstoppable trio. And sometimes, Grian and/or J would join the group.

Speaking of which, you found out that J was the one who broke into your locker to help Sam plant his love note. He apologized and offered to pay for your future wedding, but you had to tell him no (even though Sam seemed eager)

Overall, you’re happy to be with Sam, and he’s likely happier. He gets a little protective sometimes, but he tries not to be overbearing. He just wants what’s best, and he loves you.

[shepard-ram]

Hello! I hope you're doing well, Shep. ^^

A drabble concept, if you please: Bdubs finding out that Reader has a hobby they're really good at? Whether the hobby is musical or athletic or artistic (or, heck, even culinary) I leave up to you.

If you do not please, instead I leave you with this flower: 🌻 (not an anon signature, just a gift)

Aw shoot- on the last ask, Bdubs discovering Reader's hobby, bonus points if it's Yan!Bdubs but you didn't hear that from me.

Sorry for the some what late response but thank you for the request! The full oneshot I'm writing now has been giving me a minor headache so it's nice to do one of these <3 Tw. Yandere, stalking

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Intoxicating, absolutely addictive. Your music, your songs, your voice, you- they all had caught Bdubs in a dangerous trance. You never made your little hobby public knowledge. It was just something you liked to have all to yourself, just a relaxing activity for you and you only.

Oh but you had your number one fan tuning into every single concert you performed, rather you knew it or not. Your art deserved to be witnessed, he told himself when he watched you. Be it from the trees or your own window. You deserved to remain uninterrupted, he told himself when he would not approach you. Some shrapnels of guilt still clinging on for dear life.

"Very soon." He promised someone. Maybe himself, maybe you. "Very soon you will know how much I've heard."

[moriiartist]

I have searched countless blogs, and not a single one I looked on had a Yandere!Scar fic or hcs. If you’re fine to, please fix that! i knew you were the right person to ask after the Grian one!

‧₊ YANDERE GOODTIMESWITHSCAR HCS

PAIRING: C!GoodTimesWithScar x

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons for one (1) Scarred boy who takes a crush to a whole different level

WARNINGS: Yandere, delusional thoughts, obsessive behavior, death mention

A/N: Aw, thank you so much, hon! I hope you enjoy these HCs, which may or may not be connected with a oneshot I have planned later down the line... We'll have to see~ ;)

Scar’s love is unassuming at first, more of a puppy crush than anything else.

That starry-eyed look he gets whenever he talks about you, the slight flush that comes to his face whenever you compliment his builds... it’s cute, and, more importantly, harmless.

Scar’s always been a romantic at heart. It’s not that much of a leap from the classic fairy tales he grew up with to the stories he tells within his own bases.

Privately, he’s always dreamed of that special someone, the missing piece in his own story that he could sweep off their feet (or vice versa) and ride off into the sunset with.

Call it cliche or whatever you want to, but love at first sight was never a myth for Scar- it was an inevitability.

So, when he locked eyes with you for the first time and his stomach inexplicably began to fill with thousands and thousands of flapping butterfly wings...

Well, I don’t know who’s more doomed- you or him.

“Scar, my dude! How are you?” Ren called out to the brunette as he swooped overhead, only barely startling at the booming timbre of the wolfish Hermit’s voice. He had originally been planning to stop by BDub’s base, but his attention was drawn towards where Ren was standing right outside his shop, Giga Pies.

Clumsily, he turned in the air, pride blooming in his chest as he landed on the ground with a slight stumble. Despite how elytra flight was still a little awkward for him, he was infinitely better at it than when he had started out. He only sometimes crashed and died painfully to kinetic force now!

“I’m doin’ good, thank you for asking! Do you need any help? Any... elven assistance?” Scar grinned, but his gaze was curious as he studied Ren, an inquisitive tilt to his head.

Ren chuckled, waving off Scar’s concerns carelessly. “Nah, nothing like that. I was just wondering if you’ve met the new Hermit?”

“New Hermit?” Scar blinked, furrowing his brow. “I didn’t know we had one this season. Xisuma didn’t say anything?”

Ren scratched at his neck awkwardly for a moment, then shrugged. “I dunno man, all I heard was that it was kind of a last minute thing. I can bet how you missed the join message, though. You can be pretty oblivious, my dude.”

Before Scar could respond, probably with something faux offended by Ren’s casual assumptions (that weren’t completely incorrect), a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Ren? Is everything okay?”

Both Hermits turned to look as you leaned out of the entrance to Giga Pies, your arms laden with an impressive amount of sugar and eggs. You blinked as you made eye contact with Scar, face brightening into a lopsided smile. “Oh, hey! You’re Scar, right? Nice to meetcha!”

For a moment, Scar could only stare, his heart picking up its pace until it was hammering within his rib cage. His cheeks dusted with the faintest amount of pink, and he found himself stammering for a moment as he scrambled for a reply. “Uh- oh, er... nice to meet you too?”

Ren laughed. “Normally I’d be happy to let you guys chat it up, but I distinctly remember this one here promising to help with some serious bake-age. So...”

Scar’s smile twitched, but he quickly pushed down the rising disappointment at not getting to talk to you further. What was this, though? You had only spoken two sentences to each other, he shouldn’t be upset at all, never mind this much.

“Right, right,” you sighed, a fond gleam in your eye as you let Ren herd you back into the shop. Your next words were directed towards Scar, though, as you ducked through Ren’s arms to call to him once more. “Don’t be a stranger, yeah? It’d be lovely to hang out some time!”

Scar’s obsession starts out slow, building and building as your friendship progresses.

It’s in the little things, stuff you normally wouldn’t think twice about- a hug that lingers just a little bit too long, some armor you lend that he conveniently ‘forgets’ to return, finding little doodles of you tucked between the pages of his build sketchbook.

Scar’s almost too eager to spend any time in your presence, sometimes taking on too many projects at once just to be able to be with you.

For the most part, it is innocent- he doesn’t realize that his behavior is bad or wrong at all!

He’s just- just doing all the normal things that people in love would do!

Scar convinces himself that you’re the person he needs to be with, his fated lover, the other piece of the star romantic pair.

He’ll do anything for you, because you deserve it. You’re just so... beautiful! And kind! And everything he could possibly ever want!

That includes things that you might not necessarily say you want, but he’ll provide anyway.

You don’t have to ask, darling! He’ll be happy to get you water, or snacks, or grind for hours to get you build materials, or- hey, why doesn’t he just terraform the area around your base a little? He can do it!

“Wait, Scar, I can do that! It’s no problem really!”

“Don’t you dare, sweetheart.”

“Uh, okay??”

He basks in your appreciation. Every careless praise, every smile, every hug- he craves them. Nothing is sweeter than the way you laugh at any of his jokes, or even when you’re laughing at him.

Every positive interaction you have with him is only confirmation that you’re meant to be.

Scar does get a little angry, when people don’t give you your due.

He’s fine, he’s fine! He just- maybe... sort of has a list of people that poke fun at you a little too much? He won’t do anything just yet, but if they decide to take it up a notch, it’d be good to have some words with them...

You get confused when some Hermits stop talking to you out of the blue, but you trust Scar when he says that they just must be extra busy. After all, what could you have possibly done to get them so upset for no reason?

His mental state is the undertow of a flat stretch of sea. It might look fine, completely normal, but it’ll snap you up and drag you out if you go too deep.

That is to say, if you get a little too lazy, indulge to much in the easy labor his devotion provides you...

Well, he deserves a reward for his labor, hm?

[yxndereblogs]

Hii I was wondering if you could do a part two to the undercover agent fanfic with the yandere sbi

But please don't feel pressured to :) have a good day or night

of course!! and thank you so much for requesting! :)

Yandere!Mafia!Sleepyboisinc. with Undercover Agent!Reader Headcanons (Part 2, Platonic) 🖤

•as soon as techno saw your board with their pictures and sticky notes with information on them, he asked to talk to the rest of the guys in another room. that left you confused and concerned, slightly afraid of them finding out about you being undercover.

•when he told the rest of the guys, philza’s first reaction was disappointment since you seemed like such a good friend. wilbur’s reaction was anger because you had the nerve to do this behind their back. tommy’s reaction was also anger, yet shocked since he thought they all hid it well.

•after collecting themselves together, they went back into the main room and told you they had to rush somewhere important, hiding some files techno stole from your “hidden room.” nervous, you said goodbye to them and watched as they walked out, noticing their strange demeanor as they left.

•as soon as they left, you rushed into the room and it seemed to have been ransacked, papers on your desk, some sticky notes taken from your board. and as you looked through the files, you noticed a decent amount of them missing and that’s when you knew the men figured it out.

•while you were trying to figure out your next move, the four men were all furious, some of them being physically angry while some being mentally angry. and it took everything in techno not to just go to your house and shoot you as well as wilbur, anger being in both of their minds while philza had to be the voice of reason (as always).

•since they were the head of the mafia, they knew they could find ways to get rid of all of your evidence/information of them, already have gotten rid of the files techno had stolen from your house. and while they may be the head of the mafia, they still wanted you to be their friend, despite your betrayal.

•since the group have discovered who you are and why you became their friend, you have decided to quickly pack all your evidence and information and go to your other hideout house, hopefully hiding from the group. even though you knew it wouldn’t be easy.

•what you failed to notice though when you got to your hideout was a tall figure lurking close to your house, gun in gun holster with an easy knock out drug in his pocket, ready to take you closer to them where you can be best friends with them. that is why you came there of course.

[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.

[imagines-babes]

Revenge (c!KarlJacobs)

Happy late new year!! How is everyone sorry for not putting up a story please forgive me. Anyways today's story is about c! Karl and how he wants your love. Only because you are married to Sapnap and Quackity heir(I think that is the wrong word or not) the song is 'Revenge' by XXXTENTACIO. I hope you enjoy it.

Karl Jacob List Masterlist

Warning: death, kidnapping, and a sleeping pill

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Why do I go back to her? She doesn't even acknowledge me so why do I go? Why do I leave my partners to go see them? Why do I time-travel to an era she lives in? I'm in a better place without them. I have Sapnap and Quackity. But I need her. I want her to love me like she loves any other man. I need it.  In this whole process im losing myself. I feel like each time I travel something else is happening to me. But I'm every timeline I find myself back to her. Back to my Y/n.

I closed my book. Looking out the window to see her walking and giving out flowers. It's a typical thing for him to do honestly that's why I like her so much. Her caring side in this timeline. Then he saw him. Not only him but the others as well. The man she is married to. One is from descendants from Helga(The village that went Mad) and the other is a descendant from James(the Masquerade). They were both of his fiancés but they were with him. They were with y/n. Why couldn't she look at me the way she looked at them? I want that! I would do anything for that! I shouted in my head hitting a wood.

Hearing a thump y/n glanced over at me giving a nod. Kissing both versions of Sapnap and Quackity that I didn't recall their names from this era. I wanted to but I didn't want to hate them. I wanted to be happy for all three of them but somehow I couldn't. Y/n rushed over to the thud only to see Karl curled up crying. "What's the wrong karl?" She went close to him rubbing his shoulder to me only placing my head on their thigh. Y/n just sat down next to me and stayed quiet. Y/n didn't talk till I was crying," "wanna talk about it?"  How can she be so sweet to me? Yet not see that I am in love with her. She started to stroke my hair softly. My hands went to hers to hold them. Her breath stopped. Sitting up next to her. "How do you stop being in love with someone who you can't have?" There was silence between the two while she stared at her partners as for Karl to just stare at her.

"You know he likes her." Quackity heir said while talking to Sapnap. They both look at the two with Karl staring at y/n. "Well I don't think y/n likes him at all," they both glassed back over to y/n with a smile, "she only likes him as a friend come on Alex." They both walked off to their house.

I invited y/n back to my house just for dinner. She said she wouldn't mind being over or her partners. She just needed to head home to clean up and meet me at my house. I know what I'm gonna do tonight isn't gonna be good but....

Closing my book. Hearing the front door knock I open it seeing y/n in a red dress it looked nice on her. "Hey, Karl may I come in?" I nod opening it wider for her and then locking it after she comes in. She made her way to the kitchen waiting for me. I handed her a wine glass with red wine and she accepted. I turned my back to her as I took a small sip then a glass fell.

The night was quiet and she was still asleep with her hands in cuffs holding them up to a hook. All I did was stare at her. Admire her beauty up close again. Hearing the groan she started to wake up slowly. "Morning y/n" she stares at me trying to move her arms but not making much progress she glances at her cuffs. "Karl why am I cuffed please get me off this," she struggles more with the worry on her face some tears start to fall. I quickly stand up placing my hand to touch her face. She quickly jerks away. "I am the only one keeping you alive y/n," I got her jaw facing her face to me. I wipe her tears slowly. "Don't worry I won't kill you. y/n I will never kill you. I love you too much to kill you." I moved my hands away from her with her eyes red. "Please karl I need to go back to Alex and-" I grabbed the wretch and hit the brick from the wall. She had to bring them up. "No you are staying here with me okay," I brought the wrench closer to her, "they don't love you. I love you and you will love me right?" She just nods her head. "There see," I placed the wrench to the floor, "now I will let the cuffs off."

For y/n, this was her chance to make a run from him. This wasn't the Karl she knew. Hopefully, she will find her Alex and Roger.

Pulling the hook down and the key in my pocket. Turning it to let one go then shortly the other. I held her hand as we made it up to a different area. "This is my other home." She looked around letting go of her hand. She smiled slowly. Within a second she ran to the door. This couldn't be happening. I grab a knife running after her. The trees and bushes were hitting them both. The Second she got off me I made it close to her. To only see her falling. Standing over her. I got on top of her to only stab her. 3 times

There he placed her against the tree. He sat beside her with the knife in his hand. he cried wanting to love a woman that wouldn't love him back with her blood on his hand.

[yourmamakira]

Yandere!DREAMWASTAKEN × Reader

Pronouns: None Used Here

TW: Earie feelings. Idk

Part 1: He's always around the corner...

I wake up to a cold feeling running on my body, a strong gust of wind Blows through my open window. Causing me to remove the sheets off my body and stand up.

I clock my head to the side racking my brain for past memories of opening my window. After my failed attempts to remember a non existent memory. I get up, placing my Bare feet on the cold wood floor. Walking up to my window with caution

My white silk like curtins blow in the wind, almost straight out of a horror Film. I walk up to it sticking my head out the window, looking for a bird a fallen hinder or anything that could justifymy windowbeing open. My bedroom was on the 3rd floor, nearly 6 feet off the ground. So there's no way it could have been open from the outside.

I put my head back inside and shut the window then close the curtins. I let out a sigh as I shake my head of any negative thoughts. I lift my head back up only to make out another reflection that wasn't mine. I gasp loudly as I spin around

I nearly let out a scarem, instead bouncing into the air backwards. I let out a loud gasp for air as I out my hand over my heart.

"Jesus H Clay?! What are you doing??"

My temporary Roommate Clay is standing there in the door way, but as if he was always standing there.

He stood looking at me. I was about to speak but he pipped up after what felt like hours of this unwelcomed staring contest.

"I..heard noise and I came to check on you"

"Wha- what noise? I didn't make any noise..."

"Oh. Must have been my imagination"

I unconsciously took a step back. Putting my palms on my dresser.

"Yeah. Uh...it's like..." I look over to my clock that rested untouched on my night stand "It's 2 am. We should get to bed. We have school tomorrow"

"Yeah. You always have the best ideas. Night N/n"

When he Finally left my room I let out a breath. But I couldn't shake the feeling of Constantly being watched. I went over to my bed and flopped back down. I couldn't sleep. Not after just happened

My mind lingered back to Clay's words. How he spoke like everything had been planned out. Like he was reading off of a script for a school play. Every word sculpted flawlessly

'Imagination' my body visibly shuttered. It made me beyond uncomfortable Thinking about how he has imagined our conversations. Imagined me.

Me and Clay never talk. He's more of an observer then a talker. It's one thing that freaks me out about him. But it's never with other people. It's just when it involves anything with me.

I shake my head. Ridding anymore thoughts about clays weird behavior. I didn't want my mind to wonder off and Kill it's self. Although I might just let it.

I close my eyes and drift off to bed. Hoping this feeling goes away by The morning. I didn't want it to follow me

Even though Clay always found a way...

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My breath hitches. Cold sweat draped down my forehead. I try to breath out my mouth only to realize I have a cloth there. My eyes stung and so did my lungs, as if I had been previously fighting to block somthing out of my passage ways.

My eyes flicker open and my eye lashes stick to thier lids. I look around the dense room finding nothing but darkness.

The light the swings over my head provides little light source. The ropes around my wrists begin to burn at the slightest of moment

I want to cry but even that hurts. I start to mumble trying to escape while ignoring the tearing of my skin from the rope around my ankles.

A deep voice pulls me put of my Thoughts

"Y/N!"

...

"Y/n Hello? Earth to Y/n...Hello?"

"Hm?"

"Nothing your just spacing out. You have been all morning since we left the house are you good?"

I turn to my best friend Nick, He looks at me with a concerned look and I sigh and rub my eyes.

I apparently still couldn't leave last night alone. Even as I'm doing my work in my campus library.

'What in the hell was that day dream'

"Nothing just...a bit freaked out"

"About what"

"Last night my window was open, so I went to go check it. When I truned around Clay was Standing in my door way, he claims he heard a noise but I learned alone. I just can't shake the feeling that im being watched...."

Nick stays quiet. I don't blame him. I would be too if he told me he thought he had a stalker, only I would be less surprised. Nicm is a play boy. He gets love letters on the daily, so. I would be less freaked out by it.

But I don't have any of that. I keep to myself, I don't talk to anyone except the crew boys.

it's less Likely. So telling my room mate that there might be a person stalking me is news to the both of us

"Well I don't know what to tell you. If it keeps happening we can go to the police."

"Yeah..." I stop mid thought. There's that feeling again. Like I'm being watched and followed.

I look around, searching for who evers watching. When I see no one I put my head down and continue my work.

Very unknown of the lerker, watching from behind the book shelf.

Hello! That was Part one. I hope you enjoyed!

Part 2 here

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Yandere!Smp members Masters list.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Here it goes...!

A yandere Watcher!Grian x reader, perhaps he uses his Watcher abilities to try and protect the reader, but in the end it's doing more damage than good?

Thanks :]

I went with it but also not quite. I hope you enjoy it either way! This was also a mixed request with another anon who had EVO on the mind.

Also, on a side note: So I've been gone for over a month at this point. Life has been crazy, not only did my 2 and a half year relationship end but I also lost my job, then got a new one and it was my birthday, so it's been a bit mad. I'm hoping to get back to posting more often, I do have a few fics ready to go up, but as of right now I can't set a schedule for posting again. So we will see. Thank you all for sticking around and waiting for my return, fic 101 and beyond, here we come!

Call Of The Rift

Oneshot Contains: Angst, slight yandere tendenicies, fluff ----------------------------------

When you had started to build your mega base you wouldn't have ever expected it would cause so many issues. Then again, when you started you didn't realise Grian would be just next door.

His base, the rocks. The large, mysterious stones piled atop each other in a way that, if they hadn't been so large, you'd think they'd been placed as they are by a player. So perfectly balanced.

But that's not the strange bit, no. The strange bit is the voices you've heard, the lights you've seen. They weren't there before Grian moved in.

Nor do you see anyone else noticing the strange things going on.

So many times you swear you've heard it speak, a whisper, a voice calling out to you. You've asked others if they hear it too, so far you've only had strange looks and no's.

Same for the lights, you can be stood right next to someone, looking at the same place. They'll still claim there's nothing there. Maybe it's all in your head.

The longer time has gone on the louder it's gotten, the world hasn't even been around long. You find yourself staring out of the window at Grian's base. You're doing that now, feeling it call to you.

As you make your way outside and toward the mass of stones you're careful not to be seen. You know you have to get to the cave underneath. That's what you've been told by the voice.

As you cross the boundary and onto Grian's land the voice gets louder, florescent pink floating lights that are no larger than fireflies show you the path. You follow, cautious of the unnatural glow.

As you find the way down to the cave you can almost feel your body being pulled down. It's so strong, whatever it is.

You climb down the ladder, a pressure gently squeezing your entire body, whispers you just can't make out echoing around you.

Your feet touch the floor of the cave at long last, something in you pulls backwards. You feel the urge to turn around. You do.

"Y/n." It calls quietly. Curious, you approach the vibrant crevice. It's voice feels almost safe, comforting. As does its light. You wonder if it would feel the same to touch it.

Drawing nearer to it you hesitate. You can't, surely it's dangerous. But it's inviting.

So you step closer, hearing it call out your name once again. How does it know who you are? How can it speak?

Inside you see a figure drawing closer, a silhouette at first but soon enough it appears fully dimensional.

They look vaguely like Grian, his height and built, but this person has an extra pair of wings, a mask and a halo. They don't step out of the glowing pink crack, just standing on the other side of it.

"It's been so long, Y/n. So long since I've seen you in the flesh." They speak. Their voice is slightly distorted, much like when your communicator has little signal.

"I don't know who you are." You say. "Oh but you do, love." They say, sending chills down your spine and causing goosebumps to cover your body. "I'm ready for you to come home."

"What are you talking about?" You ask, although their words seem to hit something deep with you. You feel like you know them.

"One season, that's what I promised you. One season of freedom. You've had that now, I let you out. Now it's time to come home, where you're safe." The being reaches out, a hand coming out of the rift now.

"My home isn't in there." You say, images of your base half built filling your mind. "Come on, love. Stop playing games with me. It's time to go home." You step away from the wall, unsure of what to think. The figure follows you out fully, you can see them properly now.

They wear robes of white and purple, mask to match. Their wings are white as well, pink and purple horizontal half circles littering their feathers. Every hem on their robe is stitched with gold, the same colour as the double halo that circles their head. The same gold seems to radiate from them, like light.

"I think you've got things mixed up, I live up there." You say quietly, pointing to the hole in the ceiling. The being laughs.

"It's been so long since you thought you had a choice, Y/n. You forget what I am, what I can do. What I have been doing for months. I've protected you in this realm, I let you out. I can just as easily take that away. I should never have let you out." Their words unlock a fear you didn't know you had.

It's a familiar fear, one you know you've felt before. You just can't place where.

They outstretch their hand to you once again. "Come now, Y/n, and no one has to get hurt." Slowly you reach out your hand, feeling pressured to do so.

Before you can take their hand your arm involuntarily recoils, along with your body as you fall to your knees.  You hold your hand close to your chest, not even realising the cry of pain you let out.

You can feel it bleeding, thankfully not a lot. You only lost half a heart. Looking down on the ground you see an arrow laid there, tip reddened on one edge from where it caught your hand.

"Get away from the Rift!" Grian shouts, capturing your attention. He's quite far away, bow drawn and pointed right at you.

"Don't be silly, Y/n, you've done enough to upset me. Come home." The being from the pink portal says. It reaches out toward you.

You hear a whistle past your ear, and then a loud crackling as the creature before you beings to glow brighter. They pull the arrow from their arm, inspecting it. "Spectral arrows." It sneers.

Throwing the arrow to the ground the being beings to float, wings fully expanding. Then suddenly you realise what the half circles are. Eyes.

A hundred eyes stare at Grian, who makes another arrow fly, the crackling returning as the arrow pierces the wing of the being from the rift.

"The pictures you show don't scare me, Watcher." Grian says, shooting again. You take your chance to back away from it slowly, hoping your movement will go unnoticed.

"You're a fool to think they love you back, to think they can ever love anyone but me!" The Watcher's voice echos around the cave, with each wave you feel worse and worse.

"You claim they love you but you come in my image. Under my base. The only fool here is you." Grian releases another arrow, which barely misses the beings mask. "Go back to your own dimension and stay out of mine."

The next arrow hits, not quite centered, but it sticks into the hard mask, causing a crack to appear. The Watcher removes the arrow, outline of the mask still glowing as it retreats toward the rift it came from.

Grian rushes forward to cover you as the whole room illuminates a bright pink. You shut your eyes as tight as you can until the intense light dies down completely.

Opening them you see Grian leant over you, still shielding your body. He drops to his knees next to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I was almost too late. You were almost gone." He sobs.

You don't know how to react, what to say. It's hard to process anything that just happened.

You can feel his tears landing on your shirt, hear his soft cries. You want to comfort him but you don't know how.

"I don't know why it wants you, why it makes the claims it does over you. You're a being of this world, this dimension and no other." He whispers, suddenly letting go of you and lifting his head to look you in the eyes. "It's a good liar, you mustn't listen, Y/n"

"What about the part that it claimed you love me?" You reply quietly, watching another tear roll down his cheek. His head drops, tear falling to the floor.

As another rolls down his cheek you lift your hand, wiping it away with your thumb. "I do love you back." You say, "I based next to you for a reason." You wipe away another tear, Grian's hand coming up to hold yours.

"It was right about the fact that I love you." Grian takes a hold of your other hand, the one that doesn't cup his cheek, and inspects the injury. "I'm sorry I did this to you."

You glance down at the cut, it's no longer bleeding and isn't as bad as you initially thought. "If you didn't I wouldn't be here. I'd be in there." You look over toward the rift, which now contains those many purple eyes.

It's silent, but watching your every move. "Promise me you'll never come down here alone again." Grian says, catching you off guard, "I know it's tempting, but it wants you. It will stop at nothing and I don't want-"

"I promise." He sniffles as you wipe away another tear, nodding at your response. "We should get out of here." You say, feeling as if there are now eyes on you than before.

"Yeah." Grian mumbles, standing as you do. He looks at the rift while you look away, you don't want to see it anymore, or rather you don't want to acknowledge that it is looking at you.

Grian's arms wrap around you, wings beating as he lifts off from the ground toward the safety of the surface.

The sunlight is welcoming, yellow and warm. It's not like down in the cave. Even once you can't see it anymore you can feel its presence, like a weight on your shoulders. Thankfully Grian doesn't land at his base, he keeps you in his arms in the air until you're at yours.

The heaviness of the rift is almost non existent here, which you're grateful for. As you are when Grian covers your cut with a plaster.

He holds you tight, not saying a word. His bow beside him, ready to defend you should the Watcher come out of the rift again.

[simbur-enthusiast]

dumb thought and headcanon

simpbur is tall. like 6'7 kind of tall. but at the same time hes basically a uwu discord kitten. where hed do anything for the reader and (for the most part?) really sweet and cuddly. but he gets very aggressive when showing affection. like hell say he loves the reader, and continue to threaten them or whatever. could be a hint of bipolar but hell never get it checked out.

I can totally see where you’re coming from. Cause I feel like he’d have bipolar but it wasn’t very extreme when he was younger, more likely for him to be diagnosed with depression.

But then he met the reader, and it would cause it to get more extreme. Cause he could be like a live sick puppy one moment and manipulative towards you the next.

And you’re right, he’ll never get it checked out. He doesn’t care enough

[deadqueerboys]

Yandere! Simpbur who..

Warning: Problematic headcanons, nsfw, non-con, cnc.

Check this!! / Open requests, especially for mcyt.

(x male! reader)

Y!Simpbur, who loves to make you drink enough to don't remember that he tried to have sex with you, again.

Y!Simpbur, who places some cameras at your place so he can watch his favorite show, like if he lived in The Truman Show.

Y!Simpbur, who weirdly started to work at the same place as you, even not having the requirements for this position.

Y!Simpbur, who loves to see your unconscious body while he explores it with his sick hands like an animal.

Y!Simpbur, who practices self-harm while seeing pictures of you and touching himself like if you were punishing him.

Y!Simpbur, who loves when you get mad at him, acting like a puppy and following you for everywhere.

Y!Simpbur, who ruined all of your possible dates and maybe killed some random people who got too close of you.

Y!Simpbur, who protects you even that you don't know.

Y!Simpbur, who makes sure that he will be the only creepy watching you.

Y!Simpbur, who loves stole things from you, especially underwear.

Y!Simpbur, who fucks with your pillow and your clothes when you're not home.

Y!Simpbur, who has a lot of pictures of you naked, some that he took when you were sleeping.

Y!Simpbur, who already tried to put your dick on his mouth just to see if it would fit.

Y!Simpbur, who gives you random marks while you sleep and intentionally put Sex With a Ghost on your spotify.

Y!Simpbur, who makes sure that you had a great day, and if you didn't, he will make sure that you'll have a good sleep and good dreams.

Y!Simpbur, who sometimes makes your work for you and act like if it was nothing.

Y!Simpbur, who says bad things about you to your co-workers so he can be the only one who pays attention on you.

Y!Simpbur, who smells your hair and fuck himself against you when you're asleep.

Y!Simpbur, who hides your food so he can try to take you out for lunch.

Y!Simpbur, who brings your favorite food or juice so you guys can share it.

Y!Simpbur, who has a big cock but act like if it was nothing.

Y!Simpbur, who drugs you when he feels ready to have you inside of him.

Y!Simpbur, who puts pills on your tea so you can have a "good" night of sleep while he cuddle with his hand under your shit.

Y!Simpbur, who have toys with the same size as your cock.

Y!Simpbur, who wears your social shirt and takes pics of him without nothing else on his body.

Y!Simpbur, who uses your mouth to pleasure him in any way possible.