Dream SMP! yandere hcs and oneshots

Devotion♡

Just a note before hand! All these head cannons and imagines are all based on the character played while the dream SMP was still active, this book isn't about the creator and their personal lives.

Warnings: mentions and the act of vomiting, slightly mentions of abuse, alcohol and being drunk

But it's mainly fluff so dw!

Enjoy! 🫶

It was 3:45 AM, and I was locked up in the house like usual. I hadn't expected Shlatt to come home early, and this wasn't even the latest he'd been out. He did what he wanted, too, that was something I learned while being forced to live with him.

But just a few moments later would be when I heard the jingling of keys and the sounds of padlocks unlocking. He was home. I was currently sitting on the couch using my free time to binge shows I liked, Shlatt didn't really let me watch shows around him.

He stumbled through the door, grumbling incoherent noises. Slamming the door shut and locking the house up. He walked down the hallway, turning to face me on the couch. I could tell he was wasted.

"Why are you home so late?"

I broke the silence, and he took a deep breath in almost as if this was a stupid question to be asking.

"Had a long meeting."

Shlatt grumbled out, turning away and making his way to the fridge over in the kitchen. I knew what he was saying was bullshit, but I knew better than to push him on it only to get myself in trouble.

It was only when Jshlatt started to blech that I had decided to say something.

"Are you seriously about to throw up right now?"

I asked the rhetorical question with a sense of irritation in my voice, Jshlatt didn't respond, though. Instead, he just made his way into the downstairs bathroom, which wasn't long followed by the sound of vomiting.

This wasn't the first time Shlatt had come home extremely drunk. I was well used to this by now,except it happened every day. It was like a broken record on repeat. I rolled my eyes, picking myself off the couch. Before going to the bathroom, I grabbed a bottle of water.

I walked into the bathroom to see Shlatt with his head hovering over the toilet, just now flushing what he had thrown up. He was making annoyed grunts as he slumped his body against the bathroom wall.

I walked over and knleed down in front of him. His eyes were barely open, and his breath heavy. But Jshlatt was the only person I'd interacted with for over a year now. He was the only person I received love and praise from. It sort of compelled me to adapt to having him around 24/7, all the abuse I had become accustomed to. Because there was no when else there to be my shoulder to cry on but my own captor, it's funny how the brain can be rewired like that.

"Come here.."

I mumbled, grabbing some tissue. I shuffled closer to him and began wiping his face. I quickly finished and threw the tissue in the bin, turning my focus to get him to drink water.

"Drink this, please."

I asked, opening the bottle and placing it in his hands. He thankfully just listened to what I had asked of him and drank the water.

"The meeting had drinks on the table."

Jshlatt spoke to me. He was still trying to convince me that he was in a meeting till 3 in the morning, oh and they had drinks! Like, no, you ain't fooling anyone.

"Let's just get you to bed."

I had just given a neutral reply, not being bothered to fight him on the topic.

(Little fast forward.)

Jshlatt had stayed up until 6:25 in the morning. There had been times when he had thought he was going to throw up again. But most of the time, he was sitting on bed with me, occasionally rubbing his head and horns against my shoulder. His own goat way of some sort of affection, it was clear he was hungover.

"Do you still love me?"

The sudden question had caught me way off guard, and I turned to him with a confused expression.

"The fuck are you talkin' bout'."

I had blurted out my response, he had a major frown on his face. Jshlatt commonly got very sappy when hung over.

It sounds crazy, but over the past year of being stuck with Jshlatt, adapting to his lifestyle and how he wanted to break me down to build me back up the way he wanted. I had grown a sense of love and care for him. I felt it sometimes when I held eye contact with him for too long, the feeling making me nervous, and sometimes even scared.

With it being early hours in the morning, the sky was painted a light pink and yellow. The sun peeked through the clouds to give out the perfect amount of light on Jshlatts face.

I sighed, not really thinking about the next words I was about to say. They kind of just spilt out on accident.

"Shlatt, I'm yours. Unapologetically yours."

I said the words before I even thought of them, I myself taken back for what the fuck I had just said.

But in a more turn of events, Jshlatts eyes began to well with tears as he leaned into my shoulder and began to cry.

"You're hung over."

I grumbled out, rolling my eyes at the situation.

"Shut the fuck up.."

He manged to say between weeps and sniffles.

My lips curled up into a soft smile, I placed my hand on Shlatts head as he cried out his hangover on my shoulder.