Hello, my name is Basil and I am the glorious writer of this page~
I'm a long time enjoyer of the yandere community but this is is my first time stepping into the writing seat. I strive to make everyone feel comfortable and happy. I do usually write for female readers, but am open to writing for other gendered readers if specifically requested (just a personal preference). I go more into detail here
I am welcome to all suggestions and questions, though if you make me uncomfortable I just won't answer. Also HC stands for Headcannons and AP stands for Appearance lists.
I myself am an adult, I will write adult content for adult readers, if I find an minor interacting with my NSFW markerd content I will block them.
The bus rattled as it went over the rocky road. This stretch wasn't used enough to require a paved road. Spencer glared out the window. She had been forced to come to Camp King. It was meant for children to become more in touch with nature.
"Five more minutes." The bus driver croaked out. She had been silent the entire ride, well, other than the occasional grunts heard when Spencer had put her feet on the seat. As her eyes stayed glued on the window, the sea of emerald changed slightly as it thinned out to reveal cabins and kids of various sizes.
Once the bus came to a halt, the bus driver stood up, her towering frame taking up much of the aisle. Her eyes darted from Y/n to the open door before sitting down again. Spencer got the message and began to grab her bags. Hopping off the bus, she was met by a man who looked no older than twenty holding a clipboard and a smile that was too tight.
"Hi! Welcome to Camp King! I'm Adam and I'm the Camp director," he introduced before leading her down a trail. The sounds of twelve year old's acting as a background noise as he continued on about the history of the camp. "And so it was founded by Francis King in 1902 as a way for hisΒ children to connect to others their age. As I'm sure you know the age limit here is eight to twelve. This year we have almost sixty kids but don't worry we split them up to make them more manageable."
She nodded along listening but clearly not wanting to be there. Spencer hated being here but she knew that if she played polite it would end better for her. Especially with how her mum was breathing down her neck.
"And here is your cabin! You and the other female counselors stay here. You're just in time for lunch if you want to drop off your stuff then head to the mess hall?" He offered.
She nodded and did as told. Throwing the oversized backpack on a bed Spencer noted how only one other bed was in use. The cabin was better than she had imagined. A working bathroom and heaters were in view. Taking out her glasses case she took out the cloth and cleaned them.
It was a habit she had adopted from her father. The two of them are unable to enter a new place without cleaning their glasses. Walking back out she followed the directions written on wooden arrows nailed to trees. Finding the large building with plenty of kids wandering in. She held her glasses case, her grip tight.
Going in it reminded her of the cafeteria in high-school. She wiped off her glasses and got in line. Noticing how loud the two men in front of her were. One had his head back he was laughing so hard while the other continued to tell his story.
Adrian smiled watching his friend laugh, he tried to keep telling the story but the sound of his booming laughter had him distracted. He looked around seeing the table him and his group usually sat at was filling up, making a scan of the room he saw an unfamiliar woman just behind Sam. Giving her a small smile she returned a tight lipped one.
She was pretty in an odd way, she had a resting annoyed face and just radiated a "Go away" vibe. One thing he noticed was that unlike most of the other girls she was dressed in jeans and a cropped hoodie. It got hot in the afternoons so most of the campers where dressed for the weather in shorts and t shirts. He tore his eyes away and to Sam who was handing him a tray.
"Did you have lunches like this in Russia?" Sam asked as the two began to load on items. Adrian wanted to roll his eyes but didn't. In a camp of of sixty something people he was one of eight not from the United States. He was constantly asked questions such as that. One girl had even asked if Russia had Wi-Fi yet. Being the nice guy he was he never let on that the questions frustrated him.
"Yeah depends on the school, I was a bag lunch kid though." He told his new friend. Camp had only been in session for a week and Adrian had already had made friends with the other counsellors.
His closest friend being Sam. He was apparently a big shot back in his home town and his ego was a result. Adrian's other friends were Becca, Tyler, and Sophia. They were all popular at their own schools ranging from a hippie art school to a prestigious business school. Once the two return to the table Tyler immediately asks the question on Adrian's mindΒ
"Whose the new girl? A bit late to camp don't you think?" The others turning to take another look at her. Becca scrunching her nose at the sight of the girl. She had noticed Adrian staring at her earlier and was already becoming jealous.
"She looks like a bitch." She said plainly, the other girl giggling. This was something Adrian disagreed with but bit his tongue.Β He saw her more as a black cat character.Β Simply wanting to be left alone. Maybe this was just the norm, being mean?
Once Spencer grabbed her food she wandered off finding a table. Empty of campers and only a few chairs. The food was bland and the portions were small but they were better than starving she thought to herself. Almost as soon as she finished her plate did Adam come to the front of the room, gaining everyone's attention by blowing a whistle.
"Alright campers! We have a late addition to the leaders but we are happy to have her regardless." He gestured to Spencer "This is Spencer and she will be the new archery instructor!" He cheered some of the campers clapping while most of them just turned to the woman sitting alone. She put up her hand to wave.
After lunch the kids were split into different groups with a much smaller group hovering around Spencer's table. Taking them to the archery range that she was shown on the tour she began to talk to the kids. Getting to know their names and ages.Β
"Damn you're nine?" she asked one kid who was taller than she was "I thought you were like at least fifteen." The others laughing at the comment but the little boy taking it as a huge compliment. Teaching them archery was easy to Spencer, she loved the art of a bow and having invested students made it even easier. "Make sure your shoulder is back but not pulled." She lightly shifted one of the girls posture allowing her to hold the bow more comfortably. The kids began to shoot the arrows, the older ones being able to hit the target more often than the younger.Β
"Can you hit the bullseye?" One of the young girls asked Spencer, she took out one of the bows made for an adult and lined up, taking a deep breath in as she adjusted her posture she let out the breath the arrow hit the direct center of the bullseye making all seven of the kids let out small gasps. This continued for an hour before a new group came along with one of the female counsellors. She had dark brown hair and her hands were stained with paint and marker ink.
"Okay kids! I'm passing you off to Spencer." The new group immediately running over to the bows and arrows as the current group put them away giving the blonde woman happy waves as they followed with the girl counsellor. Spencer expected her to introduce herself, not really minding she began to talk to the new group of kids.Β
This repeated again an hour later, meeting the new group and teaching them the basics. It was now dinner time and Spencer and the third group made their way to the mess hall. Everyone much more chatty than at lunch she noted. Taking the same seat as at lunch a few of the children from her first groups hovered around the table.
"Uhm Spencer," She looked up at them, her glasses slipping down a bit. "Can we sit with you?" She nodded and all the kids sat down and began to bombard her with questions.Β
"How did you get so good at archery?"
"Why are you late to camp?"
"Are you a natural blonde?"
The last one had her let out a chuckle, she tried to answer them all. She was surprised they were so curious, but she supposed at their age she would be just as inquisitive. Though she would have kept them to herself. Spencer was a quiet girl, not quite shy just not one to speak unless necessary.Β
"Oh I got into archery when I was younger because my parents thought it would be a good way to manage stress. I am actually supposed to compete in next years summer Olympics." All the kids marveling at the woman in front of them. "Though I will be representing Canada"
"Is that why you were late to camp?" The eldest kid asked her nodding again taking a bite of the macaroni and cheese on her plate.Β
"Flew in from Vancouver two days ago. I didn't know I was late until this morning." The kids all sharing what part of New York they were from. Her asking the children about themselves as they ate. She was smiling as one of the younger kids explained how he was half Canadian because his parents were from Vermont.Β
Adrian wanted to walk over and say hi. Just to walk up and introduce himself or something. Anything. And yet he doesn't, he is sat with the other counsellors. Sophia was talking about the play one of the groups put on today. The others listening to her story, Adrian tried to understand where it was going but missed the point.Β
"You're staring dude." Sam said from next to him, cutting off Sophia, "Why don't you go ask her to sit with us? I'm sure she wouldn't mind sitting with the big kids." He joked, urging Adrian to go over. All four of the adults were curious about her but all bit their tongues. Hiding behind jealousy or uncaring.Β
"You think I should?" he asked raising an eye brow "Is that okay with everyone?" earning faint yesses from the group. Except Becca who rather than answering turned away. She had hoped he would pick up on her body language and not go. Pushing himself up and walking over Adrian's palms became warm. Standing next to Spencer she looked up at the man.Β
I'm going to be doing a huge project with a moot soon so thought until then I'd upload a tiny snippet of a different future project.
If anyone can guess the theme then...wow
Malachi
A strict and slightly dead inside classmate who has bags under his eyes and blood stained finger nails. All he wants is to be with you, but it's so hard.
Taylor
The stressed out bestfriend who all he does is worry about you. From your sleep schedule to how you get to school every day. He needs to know. You mean the world to him.
Wilbur
The charming but loud guy in the back of class. The guy everyone likes but nobody knows. What sets him apart is how much he he teases and jokes with you.
Thomas
The too sweet for comfort TA of the class. His honey coated words are nothing if cheesy and his gaze never leaving you is even more unsettling.
Frankie
The nerdy girl who everyone knows to copy off of. She's lightyears ahead academically but can't hold a conversation for the life of her...unless it's about you.
Stanley
The bully who everyone fears. A standard lunch money stealing asshole. One difference is that he has never bothered you. Assuming you liked him despite 0 contact.
Sarah
The theatre girl who sings more than she speaks. From yapping so fast there's a wind warning to going on a vocal rest. It's not her fault, she just wants to impress you.
My favourite yandere trope will always be yandere couples, especially if that couple is rich. Because like you two could have anyone, and you choose the one that just tripped over themselves? Itβs like adopting an orange cat. That is to say I love Michael and Maria.
Awe thank you so much!! I love them too, they were my first yans to get more than the usual amount of attention.
I've had them as characters for a while (my ex helped me think of them) and they still to this day are real special to me.
Yandere Professor who spends his time either in the classroom, the lab, or his small apartment. Is he ever thinking about the grades or chemicals hes playing with? No, his mind is zeroed on you. And it's driving him crazy.
It was a difficult time for all Germans in America. The fourties were a time of war and destruction. Many Germans seen as a supporter of the wrong side despite their true beliefs. This was especially true for Patrick.
Coming to America as a professor in chemistry Patrick was extremely anti war. No matter how many times he told his students, faculty, and even the police he was still seen as a monster.
The only person who gave Patrick the time of day was you. A second year who was taking his class to get into a higher level chem class later that year.
Patrick didn't know why you were so kind to him. Did you know of the war that raged on across the pond? No matter why he was grateful. It was so simple how you showed your comfort around him. Simply saying good mornings and asking about his weekends.
"Did you get up to anything Professor Pohl?" He could feel a smile creeping on his face as he answered. He always smiled when you were around.
"Ah nein, just spent it grading papers" he said not looking up from the blank pages of paper on his podium. Patrick knew if he looked up he'd not be able to look away from you.
Cut to after class when you were the last person seated, still writing notes. Patrick was clicking closed his brief case. Trying to ignore how fast his heart was going being alone in the class with you. All he could hear was his heart beat and your pen on paper.
"I'm sorry Professor P, I just need to finish this sentence then I'll get out of your hair" Fredrich simply nodded and leaned against his desk as he watched you write.
It was far from common having a young lady so invested in Chemistry. He chuckled to himself thinking of you as the next Marie Curie. Apparently him laughing had caught your attention.
"Are you laughing at me Mr. P?" Patrick's face dropped as he waved his hands exclaiming multiple times he had in fact not been laughing at you "I was only teasing" you said cooly. Something that made his tan cheeks go red.
"Ja I knew that. Look at us joking around" Patrick said clearing his throat. The man clearly could not take a joke. Living in constant fear of being deported or worse had caused him to lose his ability to find the humour in life.
"I'll get out of your hair now, have a good rest of your day" the way you smiled so radiantly at him had Patrick's entire being shiver. Something you noticed. "Is it cold in here?" You asked him.
"Nein nein" he put his hands in his pockets "just a shiver" you nodded before waving and leaving. The man stood watching the door you had just walked out of. His heart aching. Why did he feel this way about you? Had Patrick become so lonely that his heart was stolen by someone ten years his junior?
No. There had to be more to it. Did you style your hair or apply your make up in a way that would lure him in? There must be a chemical imbalance inside Patrick. He couldn't simply be this enamoured naturally.
All he knew was that he had to have you. He had to study you. Fredrich needed answers and if you continued to prounce around with your beautiful lips and adorable outfits he was going to explode.
Next class was going to be your last. He was going to make sure of it.
WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE SLEEPING ON JORDAN LIKE HEOOLL???
YANDERE CHEERLEADER X YANDERE JOCK X Y/N
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I love when you guys send in requests <3 ALSO CHEERLEADER IDEA WAS SO GOOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH
Pt. 1 here
Warning NSFW content
Yandere Cheerleader
Yandere Cheerleader who has a tiny crush on her fellow cheerleader...okay not so tiny. She just casually follows you around and maybe occasionally steals a pair of panties but she's not a creep! Just let her lick your thighs and throw you around.
"Then I said really? You want to say that to my face- Cher are you even listening?" Rachel asked mid story, one that the other cheerleaders found less than entertaining.
"Hm? Oh yeah" Cheryl responded less than enthusiastic. Her attention was always somewhere else during cheer practice. Her friends were used to it at this point.
"Sure, you're totally not staring at Y/n right now" Cheryl's other best friend piped up getting a smack on the arm from the now blushing girl. They all assumed she wanted to be her girlfriend so that they could hold hands or something cute like that. Sadly, they couldn't be more wrong.
The only thing Cheryl could think about when she looked at Y/n was how cute she would look pressed against the tile walls, her face contorted with pain and pleasure. Her delicate fingers plunging deep into Y/n's sensitive pussy.
Or having her hands lightly pulling on Y/n's hair as she smashes her lips into her cunt. She would sing praises and spit degradations. The thoughts were so frequent and graphic that Cheryl often had her hand down her skirt, moans pouring out of her mouth at night.
"If you want to be her girlfriend so badly, just go talk to her," Becky suggested "She looks kinda lonely," she said, a light-hearted jab, something that earned Cheryl to shoot her a glare.
"Good idea." She stood and walked over to Y/n, actively ignoring the cheer captain giving a two-minute warning before they needed to be on the field. Cheryl's mind was as usual on something else. "Hi Y/n, whatcha up to? Do you have any plans after today's game?" she smiled wide
"Oh hi Cheryl" Y/n said her eyes still glued to her phone, scrolling what looked like Tumblr
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That didn't answer any of her questions, like at all. She stood staring down at her confused. Cheryl's words died on her tongue nearly as fast they were about to come.
"I-" She was interrupted by the cheer captain calling out for everyone to come to the field. Y/n peeled her eyes away from the phone and looked over Cheryl's body. A feeling that made her ears glow pink
"You look really nice." Y/n said with a bright smile before walking away, leaving an even more confused Cheryl standing firmly in place. Her cheeks burnt hot before she quickly ran behind her to catch up.
The quarterback stood on the field, his helmet squished between his arm and torso, a worried look gracing his features. It was already 4:03 and Y/n still wasn't on the field. She was not even five minutes late and Jordan was sweating buckets, that was until he saw the crowd of girls holding pom poms.
"Jordan!" A couple of the cheerleaders squealed upon seeing him. He smiled and waved but his attention was on searching for his darling.
Just as he was about to ask one of the girls where Y/n was, she walked out. She was listening to a girl as she talked about something too far away for Jordan to properly hear. Cheryl could hear though and it pissed her off.
Did she really be so dry, then compliment her, just to buddy up with some random girl? Ridiculous. Cheryl was glaring daggers at the new girl, a sight that Jordan hated to see.
Why was his pain in the ass ex girlfriend glaring at Y/n?? Was she doing this just to mess with him? Cheryl was always so catty to him, even when the two dated she was mean to him. Jordan, the ever bleeding heart allowed the bullying.
"What the-" Becky said, catching Cheryl's attention "Jordan is checking you out girl" Her dark brown eyes shot up at the boy who clumsily looked away. She clearly caught him red-handed staring, but she could tell it wasn't a sexual look.
The two could always read each other like a book, though only dating for a month Jordan and Cheryl grew up together, their mums close friends which made their friendship inescapable.
"Weird" Cheryl said cooly before getting into her designated area, prepared to start stretching. The game was at 4:30 so the cheer squad had to be limber and ready.
Both the teens knew the same thing. They wanted you, no, needed you. And they could either work together or fight it out.
Jordan hated Cheryl and vice versa, but as they made eye contact across the field they shared a smirk. It was going to take both of them to capture you.
Both for opposite reasons. One to worship and please you while the other wanted to see how far they could push you until you cracked. The only way to find out which one is which is to allow them to love you.
Let me know which one of these buggers you want to see β‘
1920s
Theodore is a distant and cold yandere. He doesn't want to hurt you but usually his punishments end up going too far. There is so much going on around him. Can you blame him for wanting to keep you safe?
1930s
Tony is a wide eyed and young soul. A complete and total romantic he writes you letters as much as he can while at war. If you don't respond quickly he assumes the worst and harms himself to be sent home to you. You better be there with open arms.
1940s
Friedrich is a professor at your college. He is seen as a threat simply for being German. When you're the only person who doesn't see him as a monster he begins to develop feelings. Due to his past these feelings are however warped.
1950s
Flora is your standard house wife. Kind and a little ignorant of the world around her until she meets you. You have opened her eyes and she never wants to go back. Why are you leaving? She needs you! You are her everything!
1960s
Skylar is a science nerd. Obsessed with all and anything that has to do with the moon especially. It wasn't until he was asked to go abroad to meet with other astro scientists that he met you. You were out of this world. And he needed to do further research.
70s
Simon is to put it bluntly a cult leader. Preaching love and acceptance as he manipulates the ones around him. The only person who seems to evade his charms being you. It drives him mad. It's not until he has realised that the feelings he's having aren't hate...they're love.
80s
Emilio is an eccentric and wild man. Spending far too much time hunched over an arcade game beating all the 10 year olds who challenge him. Its not until you step up and challenge him. Beating him epically he is amazed and begs for your secrets. Why is his heart beating so fast? Why can't he look away from you!?
90s
Nolan wears the dirtiest sneakers, trips over his baggiest clothes, and has the heaviest chains. The only thing he's got in his world is skate boarding and his bros but after meeting you he smashed his board and told all his friends to kick it. You're all he needs
2000s
Tiana a loud mouth and certified man hater. She met you while on her way to the gym and she couldn't take her eyes off of you. You looked so soft. For once in her life she was speechless just completely enamoured with you.
I really enjoyed writing head cannons for Jordan so thought I'd do it again with Maria and Michael!
Both Michael and Maria spoil you rotten. Always in the nicest clothes, most expensive jewellery and smelling of the finest perfumes. You were not only their darling but also their prize. Showing their ownership through your appearance.
Maria is a night owl. She is often up until 2 am watching soap operas or on the phone with her mother who is in New Jersey. She enjoys going for drives at night and will likely drag you along for one eventually.
The two go out for dinner a lot. Maria is an amazing cook but they just prefer not making a mess. Michael always makes a big deal of anniversaries and cooks a huge feast for his wives. Food is one of their multiple love languages.
Michael travels a lot for work. Going across America almost weekly with many trips to Italy. He hates being away from home and Maria's taunting messages only rub salt in the wound. He would much rather be home sitting with you two.
If you buy them a gift they melt. Sure they spoil you and each other constantly, but to receive gifts from you?? They are done for
"Oh I found this cool painting, I was thinking we could hang it in the hall?"
And they're in tears begging you to put it wherever you want and how much they adore you. Maria would cover you in lipstick marks and Michael would pick your favourite restaurant for dinner despite it being his turn to pick.
When the weather is bad Michael likes to make wine. Its something he did with his father growing up and is something he is so proud to show and share with you. Even if you don't drink he needs you to do this with him.
The two call you many petnames in both English and Italian. Maria prefers to call you cutesy names like Sugar or Baby while Michael calls you more romantic ones such as Darling or Mi Amour.
The two never speak Italian in front of you unless its about work. They don't want you to feel excluded. It was originally only Michael who made the effort until Maria heard you sigh when she made a joke that you couldn't understand.
Never in a million years did Maria think she'd share her husband with another woman, but now that she does she can't think of a life without you. A buddy to get her nails with, someone to hold when he's away, and her personal favourite perk. Getting to have twice the closet.
The Rossi Family is a large and dangerous group. Though a newer addition to the New York crime scene they are not one to be messed with. Michael is the Head of it and with that a lot of stress. Maria helps how she can, but stays out of it as to not be a legal liability. When they took you as their partner they both swore you would never get involved. If anything happened to you they would tear the city apart.
So would Danton learn sign language to understand (y/n) or does he really like reading her writing instead?
Danton would definitely learn basic signs to communicate with Y/n but he'd rely on her typing or writing primarily.
His husband Hugo on the other hand would pick up sign very quickly in the hopes of not only impressing Danton but also having something only he can share with Y/n
Here are some headcannons because I am feeling the WORST case of writers block
Jordan is the kind of boyfriend that will not only offer his hoodie at every chance he'd also leave them around your room with your permission. You will find his shirts, socks, and of course his boxers. He would go feral seeing you wear his boxers as sleep shorts.
Wants to learn all about your hobbies the cuter the more he is curious. You knit? He is watching YouTube tutorials. You write? He commissions a fic. And if you do make up he would offer to be your canvas. Jordan may be a masculine man but that will never stop him from letting the love of his life to show him what she can do.
Loves going on drives in his car. Letting you pick the playlists
"You have a magic touch when it comes to music babe"
Rolls down the windows and will sing along even if he has no clue the lyrics. If you put on classic rock he would drum his fingers on the wheel and Jordan would fall even harder in love with you.
Puts a decent amount of time into his appearance and for a long time was very confident in it...then he met you. Buying $600 colognes and learning what skin care is. Jordan needs you to admire him. If you compliment his hair one day he will style it that exact way for the rest of the week. His charming smile doesn't fade when you're around.
If you ever mention liking something expect it soon after. Oh you like that teddy? It's on your bed the next day. You really want to try a new flavour of your favourite drink? Jordan's outside with two he wants your thought on everything about it. Don't even with jewellery. It's in around your neck the next morning.
Like most yans he doesn't bother trying to hide his feelings for you. Has you saved in his phone as "Wifey" and is constantly referring to you as the wife much to his friends disgust.
"She's been with you for what a week?"
That friend oddly is missing a tooth and can't maintain eye contact with Jordan now but I'm sure it's nothing. You've never even seen Jordan raise his voice.
Despite being the most golden retriever type of boyfriend Jordan hates being called one. Sure he waits outside all of your classes and literally paws at you when you're busy not paying attention to him, but he's a man not a dog.
He will never say no to head scratched though
Send you pictures of him at the gym, asking for your opinion on how much he should lift or if you think he looks cute in his new compression shirt
"Sweetheart do you think the red looks good on me? Be honestttt"
If you answer no Jordan calls you and asks you why not and refuses to let you go without a proper answer. He needs to be perfect for you and wish washy answers will not do.
He is quite boring outside of school and as a result will follow you around. If you have work then he is outside in his car looking at photos of you and re-listening to voice notes you left him. If you have an extra curricular you better believe he's joining it to be with you.
Subtly asks for you to paint his nails. He doesn't want pink or anything...just maybe a navy blue. He would frame it as if it were your idea but you both know it was 100% his and that he wants to show you his feminine side!!
Peg him
Who said that.
Anyways I hope you all enjoyed these headcannons! If you'd like to see some more for my other characters let me know and I would love to <3
SORRY IK THIS ISN'T A QUESTION I SHOULD ASK- but i'm making a bog and when i looked at urs i noticed for ur pinned post you made one of the words' the font a baby blue (the sinners welcome u), which confused me bc tumblr has colours without a range of hues (except for the blog title). So I was curious...how did you do it?
I can defo tell this is not a question you would have expected in ur inbox bae
it's super easy!
The method I use is mostly applicable to the mobile website, but I'm sure you can use it on desktop and the app as well.
First, type out whatever you want in your tumblr post.
Next, head to this website.
Type or paste your text into the upper bar and choose your colours. To get the text all baby blue, I chose solid colour from the drop down menu.
Next, copy the HTML code it generates.
On your tumblr post, you're going to press the little setting button in the upper corner. Where it says rich text, you're going to change it to HTML.
Your post is going to look really scary but don't worry! You're going to select the text you want and then replace it with the code you copied.
Once you've done that, press the preview button and you'll be able to edit like normal! This is particularly fun if you want to use gradient text or if you just want more fun colours
