#yandere wilbur

[coffeily]

Sibligh have to SHARE.

Notes : tried a new brush and Philza design.

#tanaka's art #dnb #dreamnoblade #tanaka's idea #Dreambur #yeahhhh!! Sibligh has to share! #possessive Techno #L for Dream #F #Dadza #Yandere Wilbur #dreambur

[simbur-enthusiast]

Same anon that asked about you writing for other bursonas! Was wondering if you'd be willing to give some headcannons about how a possessive Wilbur from his 100 player challenges would act with a reader who's pretty defiant and overall likes to mess with him and the way he's running things? This is of course as an au where Wilbur is actually just basically a god and Minecraft is just,, more realistic?

I don’t know much about what the fandom thinks 100 player challenge Wilbur is like but I tried my best, hope you like it!

He likes it more than most ‘gods’ would

It just makes you more fun, more entertaining. If you just sat there and did anything he said than you would just be one in the crowd, he wouldn’t have noticed you.

But you had fun with breaking rules, you liked to cause chaos. And he liked to cause chaos. Match made in hell am I right?

Also if you tell him some of the crazy/fun ideas you have, you bet he’ll try to make it a reality. Cause if you have your own 100 player challenge idea, why not make it, just to see how it goes down

He can get upset if you continuously defy him, there need to be a point where you listen.

If he were to work hard on creating something and you messed it up, yeah, he’ll be pissed. He loves you. But if you destroyed one of his projects then he will get mad at you. Nothing you can’t work through and get passed, but there should be some limits set between you two.

So on to his possessiveness.

Now, he can get possessive. Not in the type of way like ‘I own you’ or ‘your not allowed to talk to anyone but me’. But if someone’s flirting with you? They will have to face HIM.

He wants people to know you’re with him. He chose you as the person he wanted to be with and he will not have much mercy for anyone who tries to change that.

He loves you and others are not allowed to have you in the way he does. He get to see every, chaotic and loving and every other, side of you. That’s for him.

(I hope this was ok, I tried)

#bursonas #yandere wilbur #wilbur x reader #simpbur #100 #100 player challenge #100 player challenge Wilbur #yandere dream smp

[yandereforme]

Yandere SBI with a darling who is Tommy’s twin sis, who’s singing voice can calm techno’s chat.

#yandere prompt #dsmp #yandere #yandere techno #Yandere sbi #yandere tommyinnit #yandere Philza #yandere wilbur

[tht0nesimp]

incel bur making creepy songs about you <3

#yandere male #xreader #fandom #headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere #smut #tw yandere #soft yandere #yandere x darling #yandere dreamsmp #yandere incelbur #yandere revbur #yandere wilbur #CandiesActualFics

[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 ✌️

#yandere dsmp #wilbur x reader #c!wilbur x reader #yandere wilbur #shut ur pretty mouth

[dsmp-enthusiast]

Imagine:

YANDERE SBI

+ Sibling!reader

It's only the characters, not the content creators!

Like I said in my yandere benchtrio post, Tommy will definetly try to guilt trip you but not as much when you're his sibling.

He'll just annoy you into doing what he wants most of the time.

And I can see Tommy bringing you into his chaotic habits, Philza does not approve most times tho so you gotta stay sneaky.(or Tommy will annoy you the next weeks and cling to you, no matter what.)

Tommy probably doesn't even know how wrong his obsession is, if someone tells him he'll just ignore it and try to forget it.

I can imagine that Philza wants you to belive nothing is wrong, trying to manipulate you into thinking that's normal in a family, but he doesn't want to overdo it.

Philza wants you to stay with the family, he wants you to accept him and your siblings, but he doesn't want any of them to get too obsessed since he knows it wouldn't end well for anyone.

He's self aware, he doesn't want anything bad to happen.

While Philza is self aware and tries to calm his obsession and your brother's obsession, Techno is also aware but he just distances himself from you once he realized what's happening.

He just wants to keep you save, that's what he'll tell himself when he thinks of you and his protectiveness, he knows when to stop.

Or he hopes he knows when he's hould stop.

Techno knows this family is fucked up, he doesn't really do anything to calm the situation nor does he try to feed into the obsession.

He'll try to keep distance from you, try.

But Techno eventually will fail, either because of the voices or because Philza is worried you'll think one of your brothers hate you, or both.

Techno would know it's wrong, but as long as you listen to him and the others, he doesn't have to take any dramatic measures.

There is a high chance Wilbur knows what he does is wrong, depending on the time we're in, but he straight up ignores it, he doesn't care as long as you stay near.

Wilbur probably also will become quite moody when you're not near, but will calm down once he sees you again.

He's only one to actually hurt you, not badly tho, if you're trying to get away once realizing the situation, the others will also judge him and probably take you from him as punishment when he lashes out.

Sorry if I misspelled anything, I accidentally cut part of my finger and it hurts to typne rn.

#yandere c!dsmp #yandere sbi #yandere c!dsmp x reader #platonic c!dsmp #c!tommyinnit #c!wilbur soot #c!technoblade #c!philza

[yandere-mc-yt]

Do you think there's any yanderes who wouldn't get along? Like Wilbur and Quackity might not be able to stand each other or Tommy and Purpled finding it difficult to not bicker? Everything you've written so far is really cool!

Thank you! It's nice to hear people like my writing. :) I don't want this to be long because honestly? A lot of yandere's wouldn't get along. I'm going to list the top 1 that'd not get along AT ALL and then the top 3 that'd work unfortunately TOO well together.

EDIT: Old ask but I've polished it a bit and only included one ba. Enjoy!

P.S. don't be afraid to send more poly asks! Both romantic and platonic :)

Top 3 Best Yandere Duos

Technoblade & Ph1lza: should be obvious why they'd work well together! These two have known each other for ages and its highly likely that they'd even form a polyamorous relationship along with their shared darling. The two care and trust each other enough to compromise to ensure their darling is kept and taken care of!

Tommyinnit & Ranboo: a surprisingly good team! Its mostly because they're similar kinds of yanderes (mostly harmless towards their darling, only wants their companionship and attention, clingy, ect) that they wouldn't immediately clash. Also while Tommy is the jealous type, Ranboo is not but it's rarely an issue since Ranboo is so submissive in general scenarios- allowing Tommy to hog more of their darling's time with no problem.

Wilbur & Quackity: okay I know what you're think- you think they'd clash right? Well your right there's a lot of clashing!! But!!! They somehow make it work in an albeit disfunctional kind of way. The main reason this team even works is becuase Wilbur not so subtly is also just as attracted to Quackity the way he is towards their darling, willing to put himself "below" Quackity to help him contain their darling. Hey a bit of selflessness goes a long way!

The Absolute WORST Yandere Duo

Dream & Tommy: An EXTREMELY unlikely duo but has high odds of forming a dynamic- especially if obsession takes hold during the exile arc of all times. There's already so much going on mentally for tbe both of them and they absolutely do not want to fucking share their poor darling. They're both clingy in their own fucked up ways and even though I've stated before that Tommy is harmless, that all goes put of the window when Dream isn't above hurting their darling. Tommy would never try to hurt them of course- only Dream really but he's also so much more paranoid that somehow Dream will sway you away from wanting to hang out that he may start to verbally lash out. Everything is just..... awful. Even for Dream this situation sucks but he's too proud and stubborn to let go of his literal two greatest obsessions.

#yan answers #welcome back event #anon ask #poly yandere #yandere dream #yandere technoblade #yandere quackity #yandere philza #yandere ranboo #yandere wilbur soot #yandere tommyinnit #if it wasn't clear btw the Dream/Tommy one is extremely platonic #actually maybe whatever the fuck is on the opposite spectrum from romantic and platonic #I'm not going to reference homesruck fuck you

[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

#tommyinnit x reader #yandere reader #yandere dsmp #yandere #wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #sbi x reader #technoblade x reader

[nomsfaultau]

Reverse Fault Au for April 1st

Basically, what if SBI + Tubbo were humans working for the SCP Foundation, as well as anomalifying villain ocs at the end (which is where most of the tws come into play) 

Tommy: Thomas. A Threat Assessor, like Dr Blake. He has an uncanny knack for driving even the most docile objects to bloodlust, which is useful in ascertaining exactly how much resources must be allocated to containing that SCP. No one is quite sure how he does it, only that a simple conversation can send objects into rages that somehow never touch the man. Thomas simply wears a delighted grin as devastation unfolds. Why does he do it? Why, the love of chaos of course. He’s only bringing out their innate evil, after all. The anomaly wanted to do it, he just gave it the push to act upon its violent nature. 

Philza: Dr. A. Gon. Is an ancient decrepit old man from The War. He picks up little favorites among the anomalies and is super kind to them. Basically acts as a father figure for them, offering advice, giving little treats, limiting punishments, and helping them cope with the trauma of the Foundation…up until the moment he grows bored. After that it’s experiment after experiment trying to squeeze any last drop of interest out of the object before he discards them and moves onto the next. Anomalies tend to be completely psychologically and physically wrecked by the time he’s done with them. Likes to trap anomalies in complex promises that the Foundation can exploit easily. His cane is actually a sword stick, and the cape he has (to mimic wings) can act as a weighted net. 

The Blade: Agent Boore. An MTF captain who leads a squad that somehow literally never manages to fail to recapture an anomaly thanks to his leadership. A lot of anomalies are terrified of him, as he tends to handle the containment breach punishments after catching them. Anomalies don’t tend to try to escape ever again after encountering Agent Boore. He armed to the teeth with near batman levels of gear. Tactics include pumping adrenaline into his veins, filling a room with toxic gas (immune bc of his gas mask (he wears it even while sleeping)) and the humble bazooka. Definitely on steroids. Agent Boore sees a containment breach as a challenge. He likes proving humanity (but mostly himself) stronger than monsters. Is insanely paranoid and tends to be the straight man who is secretly more insane than everyone else. Met Dr. A. Gon in WWII but got Captain America’d, and is actually now trying to sue marvel for using his life story. He does the job in order to protect the poor orphans of the world (evil)

Tubbo: Security Camera B. Is a security officer. Not a single thing goes unnoticed in the entire Foundation. The second an anomaly is out of line they’re reported and appropriately punished. Their personalities are represented in reverse fault by their favorite monitors. Jasmine has a picture of a dinosaur as her screen saver, Rhodes is a picture of an apple tree and technically it’s the oldest of the new computers but they run a mean legal complaint software that really saves the Foundation’s hide. Rosalind is a pic of someone meditating in a field of flowers and Sec Cam B secretly uses that computer to play games to distress. Sec Cam B also works as a recruitment officer given how much conviction about the Foundation they have. ‘It’s the moral thing to do, you have to join. Don’t you want to save humanity?’ They’re insufferably righteous in moral conviction. Lawful evil. 

Wilbur: A. Void. Initial contact researcher, as he has a sharp eye (the other lost to an anomaly years ago) and an even sharper tongue that tends to not only save his life but also weasel out information from the object that would otherwise not have been gotten. His prejudices are flipped from Fault Au. Now, he thinks it unfair that anomalies have more power than humans, and that such a dominance would only lead to subjugation if given time. After all, the powerful always abuse such might don’t they? He believes everything he does is necessary for his own survival. He thinks his punishments are fair, which they could almost be considered to be compared to actual sadists like Agent Boore or Dr. A. Gon. 

———————————————————————

And on to the villain SCPs!

Webb: A humanoid SCP with eight eyes, six arms, mandibles. Webb has incorrectly healed surgical scars on its throat from an encounter with Dr. A. Gon’s scalpel. An anomaly that can shoot out tendrils of spiderweb that, when making contact, suppress heightened emotions. Effect is strongest while webbing is attached to both object and target, though loses effect about ten minutes after creation, so it is sometimes used to capture other anomalies. While not strong, it is important that Webb doesn’t escape because any urge to recontain it will be suppressed. At most extreme, it can shut down a person till they’re paralyzed, which on a few occasions was enough to stop a human heart because continuing to beat was simply too much effort. 

Dr. Blake: The Scimitar Smile. It is a set of 32 humanoid teeth with a crack through the upper right incisor due to an encounter with Agent Boore. The teeth can move somehow, and tend to hunt in a pack. On their own, a person within their aura will be acutely aware of their own flaws. Often persons with disabilities such as PTSD or anxiety will be triggered by its presence. Exposure to this object leads to strong self loathing and occasional suicides.

It’s when it gets a Host that the Scimitar Smile is at its most dangerous. Once a Host is selected, the teeth will crawl up them and burrow like ticks into the flesh of their cheeks in the arrangement of an external smile. The Scimitar Smile prefers to keep Hosts for a while, but will inevitably abandon it, and during escapes will take many Hosts in rapid succession. Old Hosts tend to scream when they hear their own names, have very little agency, and are incredibly compliant to orders.

Once assimilated, both the Host and the Scimitar Smile’s mouths will begin to speak, saying different things. When recorded and replayed, it sounds like chattering nonsense. Despite being unaware of its contents, the noise is regarded as a cognitohazard as it tends to drive people insane. Only a few reports of what individuals hear in person exist, as those that survive are left in psychological annihilation and refuse to talk about what they heard and did as a result. What we can piece together is this: Past being aware of their flaws, a listener is manipulated into acting on them in the most self destructive way possible.

The Scimitar Smile brings out the worst in people.

#I feel like Thomas would be the most tolerable to hang around #Except for the racist rhetoric #Like Sec Cam B probably gets the fewest people killed but they’d be insufferable #Scp Webb does swing around like spider-man #The scimitar smile is kept in one of those freaky baby teeth wooden boxes #I think Dr. A. Gon is horrifying but still probably less evil than fault Philza #Just bc Philza is a bit of a dad yandere #happens to the best of us #I loved contorting their flaws in order to make them villains. Just pushing them all to extremes until they became awful #scp ocs #scp au #sbi scp au #dark sbi #sleepy bois inc #scp tubbo #scp philza #scp tommyinnit #scp technoblade #scp wilbur #villain oc #Oh let’s see about those tws #body horror tw #teeth cw #suicide mention #human experimentation #emotional abuse #scp oc #fault au #something to nom on #sbi au

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Hey sense you won't do Techno right now (I totally respect and understand why) can you do Wilbur/Revivbur, please. This is my idea. So you and Quackity started working together not long ago you help him win the games. Essentially you rig everything. you deal the cards in his favor roll the dice the right way and make sure no one knows. Until Mr.Soot finds out. - ♎️

Wilbur Soot

You and Quackity were thick as thieves. If Quackity hated someone, you hated them too. And unluckily for Wilbur, Quackity didn't like Wilbur all that much.

That was one of your charms, to be honest. He always loved the chase, and you made sure to always run from him.

The moment Wilbur found out about your secret, it felt like he finally had you in his palm. Even if it was unwillingly.

If you wanted Quackity's business not to fail, then you had to follow every little whim that Wilbur had, without failure, otherwise a threat would leave his lips.

Sure, he hadn't kidnapped you, but you had no more freedom, now that he held a secret you weren't willing to let anyone else know.

#yandere dream smp imagines #yandere imagines #dream smp imagines #yandere dream smp headcanons #yandere headcanons #dream smp headcanons #yandere dream smp #yandere #wilbur soot #yandere wilbur soot

[moontheanon]

Maybe

By 🌙

Warnings: mention of murder and killing.

Who?: Yandere Wilbur x YN

Requests: Nope!

What is this Moon?: this is the start to my new series! This is my apology letter for not being as active!

Are you available for requests?: Yes and No. You can send but it might not get done. :(

Anything else?: YBF (your best friend)

Side notes?: This is gonna become my new series so i hope you guys enjoy!

“Maybe im stupid for killing him.Maybe I’m stupid for even thinking that i could do it without getting caught! But that doesn’t matter! We can still be in love! Just give me a chance!”

“You’re crazy…”

“Oh but, my love im not!”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

She started to walk backwards slowly, but as she stepped back, i’d step forward.

“No! I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t replace me!”

“So you decided to kill him?!?”

“Well, in lack of better words, yes!”

“You’re insane!”

“Psh.”

“I don’t get it! Replace you in what, Wil?!?”

“Well my darling,” i placed my hand on her soft cheek before sliding down my hand. Oh how the color of blood suited her.

“I just wanted to make sure you would never replace my love.”

She stepped away from my touch,

“I cant believe you did this.”

“Darling-“

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!”

“Darling please.” I walked in a slow pace as she walked frantically, “You’re overreacting!”

“Overreacting?!? You just killed someone!”

I sighed in exhaustion. We’ve already been over this! It was for my love and nothing else. And frankly if she doesn’t like that…

“Maybe i Should kill you to my love!”

She stopped in shock. Her eyes widened in such a lovely way.

“WHAT?!?” -Her voice screeching

I hummed to myself.

“If you don’t want to love me for what I’ve done, which i see as a reasonable thing to do, i should just kill you! Plus you already know about this and i don’t really want to go to jail.”

“Wait…”

“I’ll give you 15 seconds my love.”

“Wil please!”

“15…14…”

“WILLIAM!”

“Fine i’ll cut it short!”

She turned around as i pulled out my gun.

“1.”

Gunshot

———————

“Yeah i’m not gonna do that.”

“Awe c’mon! Its just a dare!”

“Yeah but i don’t know him.”

“That’s the point! Now go!”

~

“GO YN! RUN!”

~

“Huh?”

“Girl, i said go!”

“Oh yeah.”

“You good YN?”Her face darkened and her voice suddenly became hushed.

“Yeah i think so.”

“Good!” She exclaimed, going back to normal, “Now go!”

“Uh-“

She pushed me all across the room before deciding to sit me right next to the new kid.

He was tall, as most boys are in high school, and he was handsome. He had brown curly hair that had some sort of fluff to it, along with some dusky brown eyes. He wore a plain button-up shirt with black pants. All this pared with some nice doc martins with burgundy socks.

He was a handsome fellow! But would I ever admit that? Probably not!

As i stared at him, he stared right back. Well, kind of.

He stared at me, to YBF, and right back at me.

“M’k see ya!” YBF ran right across the room all the way to the restroom. Leaving me with New Kid.

We stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds before i made the first move.

“So uhhhh…”

He turned around to continue walking before i stopped in front of him.

“My name’s YN LN!”

He gave me a cold stare.

“What’s your name New Kid?”

“William.”

“Willaim?”

He stared into my eyes, “Yeah.”

“Are you from Britain?”

“Uh-“

“You have a pretty accent!”

“Thanks. You’re in my class aren’t you? Why don’t you know my name?”

“Well, what class are you in?”

“The one that had Mrs. Burn for 1st period.”

“Oh yeah that’s my class.”

He gave me a disapproving look which meant i needed to apologize.

“Im sorry! I don’t really pay attention you know.”

He stared at me a tad bit more. He gives me an eery feeling that even i can’t pinpoint. Next thing I know the bell rung and the headmaster yelled at us.

“Break’s done! C’mon!”

All the kids started running in a regular stampede.

“Imma call you New Kid.”

“Please no.”

YBF waved me over and it was my signal to go.

“Bye New Kid!”

“My name is William!”

I skipped away as he yelled at me before meeting YBF by my locker.

“How was the new kid?”

I pulled out books for my next period,

“Weird.”

“Eh.” She shrugged, “Expected.”

“Second day of school and we are already off to a bad start.”

She fake gasped, putting her hand on her chest hardly as if she couldn’t breath,

“Why would you say that?!?”

“Well, we weren’t prepared for the rain, we can barely open our lockers, and that New Kid is already not a fan if us.”

I put the last book in my bag and closed my locker. YBF put her hands down in a miserable way that I couldn’t explain.

“I’m just trying to have fun YN! And its not like I can control the rain.” Her face scrunched up and her hands hit her hips.

“I don’t know what that New Kid did to you but you’re acting different.”

I sighed and put my backpack over my shoulder. When i turned around she blocked me from moving anywhere besides in front of her.

I took a deep sigh before looking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry YBF. I don’t know what’s gotten over me.”

I paused and wiggled my way through her and skipped a bit more.

“Here! Lets skip in the rain.”

“Nuh Uh! I just curled my hair this morning!” She exclaimed.

I ran to her and grabbed her hand.

“YN!?” She paused for a second, “YN!!!”

I ran into the rain with her in hand. I giggled and splashed in some puddles.

“Ugh YN!!!” She whined and opened her umbrella.

“You’re so annoying!”

“Psh! You’re fine! C’mon lets go to class.”

“Fine. But if you do that again i will personally kill you.”

“Oh pish posh.” I swayed my hand in the air. “You love me!~”

“Nope.”

“Yup!”

She stopped talking and looked at me, annoyed, “Just a little.”

I waved her off in a knowing way and walked to my next class, separating ways from YBF.

@gaytoadwithapopsicle

#🌙 #dsmp #wilbur x reader #Wilbur soot #yandere wilbur soot #dsmp x reader #dsmp x yn #Wilbue series #New Moon Series!

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

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[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.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere mcyt #yandere mcyt x reader #yandere sleepyboisinc #yandere sleepyboisinc x reader #yandere philza #yandere philza x reader #yandere technoblade #yandere technoblade x reader #yandere tommyinnit #yandere tommyinnit x reader #yandere wilbur soot #yandere wilbur soot x reader

[rotten-corpses-blog]

Do you have any rules or masterlist ?

I don't currently have a masterlist.

I haven't wrote a rules list so this is a good time do that lol

>No beastiality, pedophilia, insest, or anything like that.

>No noncon, unless it's like comfort for SA, I don't write explicit r@pe scenes, even if it's a kink thing. (SA is a sensitive topic for me so I try to limit it in my writing.)

>No Ableism, racism, homophopia, ect. (I will block people who don't follow this one)

>general common sense is necessary

>I won't write smut for real people, and In some cases no romance either.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

>I know that people under 18 will read my stuff, and I can't really control that too much, I will just ask that you don't send asks or message me. A lot of my content is 18+ and I really don't want minors to ask me to basically write porn for them or message me.

Besides that, that's about it. If you have questions about my rules please ask!

#billy loomis fluff #billy loomis #stu macher smut #yandere billy loomis x reader #jason dean x reader #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis smut #yandere billy loomis #billy loomis x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot fanfiction #sleepy boys inc x reader

[freyapoststhings]

Things only mcyt fans will understand pt. 1

-it was never meant to be!

-only on Tuesdays!

-im not taurtis.

-mellohi or cat?

-the discs we're more important than you ever were.

-:)

-blood for the blood god!

-hes afraid of white rabbits.

Part 2?

#Yhs #samgladiator #Grian #taurtis #Tommyinnt #Tubbo_ #technoblade #dream smp #dreamblr #Traumatized grian #wilbur soot #dreamwastaken #Fwb! Taurian #taurian #yandere high school #Mcyt #White rabbits #Mellohi disc #minecraft #Dsmp #Hermitcraft

[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.

----

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.

#c!fundy x reader #c!fundy #dsmp x reader #fanfic #dsmp #angst #yandere #dsmp yandere #yandere dsmp #reader #comfort #c!wilbur #sally salmon #c!puffy #c!niki #c!schlatt #c!quackity