#and then ASIDE from that i can have my own completely happy ending au in addition lmao
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20:41 with mingyu
pairing : kim mingyu x gen!reader
summary : it’s almost nine in the night and your boyfriend misses you.
genre : timestamp, fluff, idol!au, established relationship
warning(s) : nothing other than adorable mingyu <3
it’s been a week since you saw your boyfriend face to face. he’s been practising diligently with his group mates for the upcoming comeback, while you were stuck in your studio producing songs for a number of artists.
considering the amount of songs you had to create a baseline for, you haven’t had the time to even think about what mingyu was up to. much less miss his comforting presence and clinginess. but it was not the same for him.
mingyu, despite being entirely focused on improving his dance moves, managed to slip you into the depths of his mind every once in a while. no one has yet to call him out for constantly checking his phone in case you ever texted or called him.
he contemplated surprising you at your apartment but decided against it, since he wasn’t too sure that you were home.
he was fortunate that he didn’t, because you haven’t left your studio since you entered it a week ago. you took two-hour long naps whenever you couldn’t think up anything for the songs and ordered take-out every time you were hungry. basically, no one except for the delivery men have seen you in this past week.
alas completing half of the work you were given, you decided to take a little break and play around with your instruments. but bumzu had noticed that the door to your studio had been closed a little too long and knocked on it before entering. the two of you got into a little argument about your work and personal life and you ended up going home because he threatened to confiscate the keys to your studio for an entire month.
you’re home now. you have just kicked off your shoes and placed them neatly into the cabinet near the entrance. you don’t fail to notice the extra pair that you certainly don’t own. smiling to yourself, you throw your bag on the couch and head into the kitchen.
unsurprisingly, you find mingyu near the stove, undoubtedly cooking up some pasta for the two of you to share.
“gyu,” you exclaim in a soft whisper, happy to see him. “how did you know I was coming home?”
he turns the fire off and pivots on his foot to be met with your body crashing against his. he lets out a laugh, stroking your hair gently.
“I figured you hadn’t left your studio in some time,” he uses a stern tone towards the last few words. you bite back a grin. “I called bumzu hyung to get you out of that suffocating place no matter what.”
“mmh,” you hum, cheek pressed against his chest. “he threatened to confiscate my studio keys. it’s not like he doesn’t lock himself in his own studio sometimes.”
mingyu pushes you away to break the hug as he says, “that’s true.” then, he leads you to the table and sits you down. “I’ll get the food ready. just wait.”
after dinner, you wash up and crash into bed with him. while he snuggles into your side, missing your scent and comforting touch, you continue a book from where you left off a week ago. it really seems like only a day has passed.
it may have been hours or minutes that passed, you don’t know. what you do know, however, is that mingyu is trying his very best not to fall asleep right now. you know what he’s up to and can’t help but feel guilty.
“you can go to sleep, gyu,” you whisper in a sweet tone, marking your book and putting it aside. he hums, but his droopy eyes are still trying to stay open. you chuckle, stroking his hair.
mingyu whines, “I haven’t seen you at all in a week!” he smushes his face into your abdomen as you ruffle his hair as a form of affection. “I miss you.” and he ends with a pout that looks like :c
you want to kiss him right now. smother him in pecks and smooches, but you like this position. it’s comfortable. so you settle with stroking his slightly long hair. “I won’t be going to work tomorrow; bumzu might just lock me out of my studio. I never should have joined universe factory.”
he knows you’re up to something — knows what that something is — and waits in anticipation for you to continue your words. and you know he knows. you try your hardest to hold back a smug grin.
“so that means you’ll get me for a whole day. twenty-four hours seems like a lot, doesn’t it?” you ask mingyu, looking down at him adoringly.
he flashes his famous smile, his fangs (the ones you absolutely fawn over) showing themselves proudly. “I’m gonna sleep now, since I have a whole day to you tomorrow,” he announces cheerfully, hugging you tightly and closing his eyes.
you go back to work the day after tomorrow with mingyu clinging to your side. when bumzu sees you, he smiles and chuckles knowingly.
I absolutely LOVE mingyu’s fangs. they’re so perfect oh my gosh.
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The Mandalorian Soulmate AU: You can only see colour once you look into your soulmate's eyes for the first time.
Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader
Genre: Very slight Angst, Fluff.
A⁄N: I wrote this entire piece at like, four in the morning, so please excuse me for any possible mistakes. Also, this has very little dialogue, and it is mostly just Din being a complete fool in love. It's not exactly my usual writing style but it came out this way and I will accept my child as it is. Jokes aside, enjoy!
Din Djarin had accepted from the moment he put on his helmet for the first time, the lonely life awaiting him. Or so he has tried to tell himself, for so long now, that maybe he has started to believe it.
He can't remember much from his younger years, back when he still had his parents, but one thing has always stuck with him: they were soulmates.
Even now, after so many years, now that he has forgotten his father's face and the feeling of his mother's embrace, he can still remember the way they had loved each other. Can still remember the way they never failed to describe colours to him; The way that his eyes are brown like his hair, like the trunk of a tree and the earth when there's no grass to cover it. The way he had always been drawn to green things, unknowingly, as if he found comfort in a colour that was just another shade of grey.
He can still remember what it truly means to find your other half.
The Universe gives and takes, being found and raised as a Mandalorian was a blessing, one he still isn't sure he deserves, one he will never be able to repay. But for it, he's had to make a simple sacrifice: renounce to his soulmate.
With the Mandalorian way, came the helmet, and the inability to look anybody directly in the eyes.
Throughout his life, especially when he was younger, he cursed more than once the visor covering his stare. A couple of times, back then, he had even thought he had found "the one".
It never worked out for long.
Sometimes, Din still wanders if they just weren't meant to be, or if they were, but the uncertainty, the never really knowing drove them away. If he messed up his happy ending with his own hands.
The Universe has a way to bring the two halves of one soul together, everyone tells him, more often than not in just a fleeting moment.
He wanders, on those rare occasions when he is too tired to stop his mind from torturing him, if he hasn't already met them someway else. He is old now, older than he's ever thought he'd have the chance to be, surely he must have crossed eyes with them by now. Maybe on some far away planet, at a busy market or a rowdy cantina, locking eyes for only a second, a second meant to colour their worlds and complete their existences. He would never know.
He feels sorry for whoever had the displeasure of sharing a soul with him, for whoever he has doomed to bare loneliness because of his own choices. Sometimes, rarely, he takes pity on himself too, he attempts to make the guilt more bearable. They could still find someone to be happy with, someone who isn't him and his destructive lifestyle.
Not everyone meets their soulmate, he reasons, he has encountered some of them, and they were still leading fulfilling lives. He knows you aren't dead, his world would be pitch-black if you were, and he is glad for that mercy everyday.
On the occasions when he returns to the covert, he feels slightly more at ease, can keep his mind off of you for longer. His people are on the same boat as him, and he isn't alone, not in his sorrows at least.
Most of them can't see colours, he does his best to avoid the few who can. Din had asked one of them, back when he still had hope, how they'd done it. They told him they had taken the risk, so it is known, told him they were so utterly sure to have found their half that they had lifted their helmet and taken the chance.
Your soulmate is allowed to see your face, he remembers. He never asked again after that, sure all the answers would be close to the same, and sure that he would never be able to take the risk.
So yes, he has done his absolute best to believe he has accepted it. It didn't bother him, he would swear it didn't, would lie through his teeth and get away with it.
Until the moment Din met Grogu. Until the moment he found his son. And he was more than aware that it would only be a matter of time until he wouldn't be able to fight the visceral need to find you any longer.
But until then, the company of his child was more than enough, even if temporary, like all the sense of belonging in his life.
Home for him has never been forever, and Din accepted his fate in the ways he could, if he can't stop the bleeding in his heart, then he can at least embrace it. Gone are the green clothes and the strange feeling of comfort they brought, replaced by the shining grey Beskar he leaves unpainted and black underclothes that conceal every part of his skin. He can see grey and he can see black, which means he can at least see himself in the same way everybody else can; even those more fortunate than him.
The Razor Crest, his ship- he has to bite back the word 'home' every time and he hates it- is grey as well, even on the inside. In a way that makes it feel cold, inhospitable, he has been told, he believes it fitting.
They are small mercies, ways he has developed to keep his mind off of the longing. He is not meant for nice, warm, homely things.
But the child is.
A child that is green, which is quite unusual, even he would know.
Grogu is dressed in a beige tunic, sleeps covered in a red blanket and his toys are all brightly coloured. Din doubts he knows, or cares, but it makes him rest easier knowing that he can provide at least something good for him.
You enter the picture not long after, by chance. He hadn't been looking to expand his crew, his job was easier with no one to worry about but himself. He had considered a few times the idea of hiring a mechanic, but when the only one in danger was him, it came easy to dismiss the thought. But then his priorities changed, thrown upside down by the need to protect the most precious thing he could ever have: his clan. He could take the risk, the child couldn't.
Every emergency landing now made his skin crawl, a red beeping light or a malfunctioning piece he doesn't know how to fix could send him into a panic, and how is he supposed to protect if he can't think.
So reluctantly, he started to keep an eye out for someone he could trust with something far more precious than his life. A lost cause really.
Until he found you.
He had just intended to stop at Peli's for a few quick repairs. Tatooine is an inhospitable, dangerous pit of a planet, but he trusts Peli enough to work on The Crest without having to worry afterwards, double checking things in a way he isn't used to. He needs that peace of mind, he can admit that to himself at least.
He is about to remind her of his 'no droids' policy, when she cuts him off, gesturing to a spot a little far behind her. And there you are, her new assistant. The way she praises your skills, although in her own way, is not something Din had thought her capable of. He'd be more surprised by it if he was actually listening.
You, as stunning as you look and as capable as you clearly are, were just another person. No one that should have kept the Mandalorian gazing obviously enough for Peli to notice, let alone for her to raise a brow at him as if she knows a secret he doesn't.
Then she whispers that you have yet to find your Soulmate, and Din's heart skips an involuntary beat. He remains silent, in an act of fake indifference he has mastered well, he pretends to avoid dignifying that insinuation with a response. In truth, he is not sure what to say, uncertain with his own brief fascination with you. Brief, because that's what it is. What it has to be, because he can't afford anything else.
He turns around after that, going to find a job to pay for the repairs, and Peli calls after him, tells him that you will look after the child while he is away. His heart skips another beat, he likes the sound of that. He wonders if he's getting sick, if that's why his body isn't working the way it should.
He doesn't dwell long on that.
When he comes back a day later, he is much more tired than when he left.
It's late at night and he is sure everyone will be asleep, except maybe the child, whose sleep schedule is almost as messed up as his own. He blames himself for that.
Still, he knows exactly what he wants to do, keeps dragging his body forward only because of it. He's going to see the child, cook for him and then maybe himself, and then he is going to shed all the beskar and collapse somewhere, possibly on his cot.
He shouldn't be this tired after a job, but he is more than aware that he has rushed it and himself to the point of cutting the estimated needed time in half, so he cuts himself some slack.
Din knows the child is safe with Peli, but the feeling that has been in his bones since landing here is heavy, foreboding, and he knows better than to ignore it. Whatever might happen must stay far away from his child, and it's that thought that pushes him forward.
Despite his expectations, you're the first thing he sees. You're still awake, Din can tell, even if your body is slumped on the ground and your head is leaning heavily against the wall behind it. Your eyes are closed and the expression on your face is so serene he hesitates to come closer. He has to retrieve his child, a child that, Din wants to shake his head off his shoulders for even thinking that, looks quite at home in your gentle embrace. It's the most relaxed he has seen him in a while.
So he makes an impulsive decision, he lightens his footsteps just enough for you to know he's approaching you without disturbing the quiet, and then, in what feels like both a second and an eternity, he's on the floor next to you. He doesn't know you, you don't know him, yet your shoulders are touching, and you're holding his son, and it feels like the Universe has just shifted into place.
You don't say anything that night, and neither does Din, but the three of you sleep together until Peli opens up the shop the next morning, a knowing smile on her face.
You can feel the Mandalorian jolt awake next to you, like he's taking the first breath of air after being underwater for too long.
What you don't know, is that he hasn't slept that peacefully or that long since he first put on his helmet, and he feels like he might have just died and woken up again. And maybe it's the best he's ever felt.
He doesn't have the time to dwell on it, because only a moment later the child wakes up with a coo and the growl of his stomach, and you're smiling at him. Smiling at Din.
He doesn't see you again for the rest of the morning, while you complete the last repairs for the Crest.
Nothing happened, or maybe everything did, but the sense of foreboding isn't half as strong as it had been, and it disappears completely when he asks you to join his crew that afternoon.
It has been months now, months since you came into his life, and he finds himself thinking of the day he met you far more often than he probably should. His fascination with you hasn't been brief, not at all, but it has been softened by the sense of peace you bring him. A sense of familiarity, of belonging that he is still terrified to explore.
You're always by his side now, and he struggles to remember a time when you weren't. When he didn't come home to you after a job, when your laughter didn't light up the entire ship and his life, when there was surely a you sized hole in his heart.
In a way, he came to regret hiring you. He was already struggling with accepting how much he cares for the child, how the need to keep him safe makes him second guess every choice that would have come easy once upon a time, how he is sure he would crumble if he ever were to lose him.
Din knows his clan is what gives his life meaning, and now that his family has started to include you too, he is terrified.
When he offered you a place on his ship, he was sure that no matter how mesmerising you were, he could manage to be normal about it. Now he knows he can't.
You're just his friend, yes, and yet somehow, you're so much more than that. He isn't sure how to deal with it.
But Din is a master at pretending he doesn't care, and when it keeps you from discovering how his heart hasn't seemed to function quite the same since he met you, he considers it a blessing.
Still, when he looks at him, Din knows his son knows something he doesn't, maybe in the same way Peli did.
He tries his best, as he always has, to keep his mind away from his soulmate. But his colourless world had never been able to taunt him in the same way it does now, when he runs his fingers through your hair without knowing what shade it is, when he watches how your eyes shine when you're looking at the child, or you're working on a project you like, or, and he feels like he is kidding himself even thinking it, when you look at him, and he doesn't know what colour they are.
It's his favourite shade, even without seeing it he knows nothing could ever compare.
Din has no way to express that to you, can't begin to find the words to even try. But when you look at him, with that look in your eyes that makes his knees buckle underneath him, he knows with striking clarity, that it's love he feels.
The day it all comes pouring out of him feels like any other. But you're there, and it's a constant reminder of what he is missing.
He owes it to you to try, for all the good you've brought into his life, that he could never begin to deserve.
If there is one thing that matters more than his creed it's his clan, it's your happiness, it's you.
And if he has to take the risk for it? Then Dank Farrik he has never been a coward, and deep down, there is no doubt in his mind that it is you.
"Cyar'ika." He starts, and it comes out heavy, dragged down by his insecurities. By the fear that maybe he's got it all wrong and you've never felt anything more than friendliness around him. He second guesses not doing this on a planet, somewhere beautiful where your first sight would be a breathtaking scenery; all Din wants to see is you and the child, in the comfort of the home you share.
But you turn around, and your expression betrays the worry you've already started to feel for him, and there is nothing else on his mind then, than the need to reassure you.
His hands, no matter how hard he tries, still shake slightly when he lifts them to the sides of his helmet.
Din's breath sounds shaky even with the help of the modulator, and the way your eyes widen lets him know that you've caught on to his intentions.
"Din-" The way you murmur his name feels like the beginning of a prayer, and he thinks that maybe the outcome doesn't really matter as long as you keep saying his name like that.
He knows there's other words stuck in your throat, that you're worried about him, that you're going to try to stop him. He can't let you do that.
The helmet comes off in one swift movement and newfound conviction.
And when he looks you in the eyes, there is a split second just before the world starts changing, in which his breath evens, his hands still, his heart calms, and he realises nothing else could ever feel as right as this, as right as you. The Universe would just have to accept that.
When the colours hit, Din doesn't blink, doesn't move his eyes from yours, no matter how disorienting it feels. He needs it to be the first colour he sees, the first one he commits to memory. Then his gaze moves to your hair, skin, lips, to the jumpsuit you always wear that he now knows is light green. He watches the way you blink, the way you look at him, the awe on your face. He is sure there is no first sight worth more than your smile.
You ran straight into his chest then, and his arms wrap around you without a second of hesitation.
Din doesn't realise how tightly he is holding you, until you giggle, your voice so full of emotion his head spins.
"I'm not going anywhere."
And Din has to chuckle at how easily you read him.
He opens his mouth to reply, but the only sound that comes out is a choked up thing. So he just stays quiet, and buries his face in the curve of your neck.
There are so many things he wants to tell you, so many things he wants to see, his son is in the other room and he can't wait to get to him. But you have all the time in the Universe, and for now, he just needs to hold you close and remind himself that you are real.
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Can I please request Sukuna and reader picking up their child from preschool? It can be anything, fluff or angst, its up to you!
Love your work and keep it up <33
thank you for requesting and i'm so very sorry that this took a billion years to complete... i just now finally thought of an intriguing way to do this request <3
some warnings: fem!reader, major character death, ooc sukuna, major angst, modern AU, sukuna and reader have a daughter
good things never really last.
well, at least that's what sukuna believed before he came across you. you and your delicate expressions and equally as delicate affection and warmth, which seemed to wrap around him constantly, even when he tried to avoid you at the beginning of all this, all because of his own uncertainty and his rather skeptical outlooks on the concept of love.
he's always been self-centered-- so the idea of his life becoming centered around anyone else but himself, frankly, scared him a little bit.
but, putting that aside...
a high pitched, overjoyed squeal rings out from inside the daycare centre, and a little girl comes running into your open arms, embracing you with the overflowing energy that little children always tend to have. you lift her up with ease, smiling as she giggles from the gesture.
"mommy!" she says, nuzzling her soft, tiny face against yours without much care for being gentle. someone else trails in from behind, feeling a little left out from this reunion.
"aren't you forgetting someone here, princess?"
sukuna also makes his entrance into the centre, walking towards the both of you. your tiny daughter gasps, and flails her arms out towards the big man.
"daddy!! you're here too?!"
"that i am, sweetheart. happy to see me?" he takes her away from you, holding her as gently as possible with his large hands.
"uh huh," she nods with enthusiasm.
"of course you do. my little girl."
the sukuna of the past would've never fathomed having a future like this, where he'd be handling a child of all things with such care. it's really different when they're your own flesh and blood. he's adored her like no one else. ah- well- no one else but you, that is.
he carries her to the car, while you take your daughter's bag from the daycare teacher, who waves you off with a couple of words of goodbye.
the ride home is nothing short of cosy and cheerful, with the happy singing of your little girl coming from the backseats, and the laughs from you as you listen to the way she mispronounces a lot of the words in the song. sukuna drives wordlessly, with a gentle smile on his face.
the skies happened to be so clear that day, with not a speck of a cloud being sighted within it.
some time after arriving home, you began to languidly start your work in the kitchen, preparing dinner that also turned out even better tasting than usual, that particular night. you always felt the happiest, when sukuna praised your cooking, especially as someone who you knew had very high standards when it came to food.
and miraculously, once dinner was all finished and your daughter was all dressed up ready for bedtime, she managed to fall asleep a lot faster than most evenings, leaving you and sukuna with quite a bit of...freetime.
you lay on the mattress under his sultry gaze, as he undresses you carefully as though he were unwrapping a present, trailing soft kisses down the side of your neck. you're as beautiful as the day he first met you. this was the most perfect end to the most perfect day in his life.
too perfect.
...
he should have been suspicious, with the way things were getting so blissful in his life-- his life that had previously been so rocky and turbulent.
was this supposed to be punishment for his sins? for all his arrogance and selfishness? the heavens decided to grace him with the feeling of genuine love and its reciprocation, only to then tear it away from his hands once he'd started to take it for granted.
...it was an unforeseen accident. could've happened to anybody. why did it have to be you?
good things never last.
sukuna drops the home phone immediately upon hearing the news, and hurriedly packs a small bag for his daughter. he drops her off to her friend's house, who is a long term neighbour of theirs. then makes a beeline towards the hospital, speeding past every red light that dared to try and stop him.
yet, that was all for naught, as by the time he'd arrived to your bed at the hospital, you had already taken your last breath, and said your final words. which he couldn't hear for himself.
'please tell them that i love them'. that was apparently all you tried to say. sukuna is made to sign some documents on your passing, and shortly after, they give him some time to spend with your lifeless body. he is then sent home.
he arrives to see some mail that had been slipped in through the front door. notifications of fines, for crossing red lights multiple times and going against speed limits. nothing but a reminder of his failure.
he tears the letters into pieces, and sits himself down on a chair, where he hangs his head in silence, without bothering to turn the lights on in the house.
and all of a sudden, he becomes so very busy, in the following weeks.
caring for his daughter alone. preparing for your funeral. accepting your death.
grief is such a strange, and horrible experience. all this love he has for you. where is it supposed to go now?
the night after your funeral, he's sitting alone at the dining table once again. he can't stand the bedroom. not when it's become only his now, and no longer yours as well. sukuna hasn't slept well in a while.
small footsteps resound against the floorboards, and he looks up to see his daughter standing meekly a distance away from him.
"what's wrong? had a bad dream?" he asks, with the most gentle voice he can muster in his current condition.
"...no. i just had a dream about mommy," she confesses tearfully.
"why can't she just come back? i miss her."
too young to understand the concept of death.
"oh, sweetheart... i miss her too."
she begins to cry, and he gets up to comfort her, as if the one needing the most comfort right now isn't himself.
they huddle and sleep together that night, in attempts to replicate your warmth. the warmth of a mother. and the warmth of a wife.
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since then, a part of sukuna seemed to change back into his older self, where he cared less for others and remained disinterested in most things that life offered him. he decided not to care about anything or anyone, other than himself and of course, his darling daughter. your gift to him. the only thing keeping him grounded.
he never finds a new lover, nor does he harbour any desires to seek for one, despite the encouragement from others.
you keep appearing in his dreams every now and then. every night before bed, he hopes to see you again, and is disappointed in the mornings where he wakes up with the realisation that it didn't happen.
years and years pass, and while he ages like fine wine, so does his little girl, who becomes not so little anymore. they still share the best bond that a father and daughter could ever have.
but eventually, she finds her own path in life and leaves the house to pursue her own dreams, even getting married to start her own family.
though they still regularly contact each other, sukuna's abode becomes sorrowfully quiet without her presence around. though he's proud as a father, this solitude only deepens his longing for you, like the sensation of slowly sinking towards the bottom of the ocean floor.
good things never last.
though, it's not until a few more years later, that he passes away rather peacefully of old age.
his soul feels light and airy. he feels calm, despite being aware that he's passed on into the afterlife. the bodily discomforts of aging is non-existent in this place.
he's walking towards the bright light, where he assumes he's supposed to go, and realises that there's a figure standing towards the end of it. sukuna already knows who it is, and his walking begins to speed up.
and with each step, his time rewinds.
"look at you. still all pretty and pristine, unlike me with my abhorrent wrinkles," sukuna comments with a chuckle in his voice.
"what are you talking about? you're still as handsome as ever."
as you grab his hand, your touch shifts his appearance... and sukuna reverts back to the time when he glimmered the most vibrantly - the days before you died, the days of his brilliant twenties. he stares at his own hand, where the creases in his skin have disappeared completely.
rejoicing, he pulls you in for a tight embrace, as he can now feel your body against his.
"you did so well. our little girl grew up so beautifully," you tell him with your sweet voice, hands placed against his broad back.
"of course. she's none other than our daughter, after all," he replies with confidence, as he presses his face against the locks of your hair, enjoying your familiar scent.
your bright smile turns to something more sorrowful, and you step back a bit to come face-to-face with him.
"and... you never found someone else. you never remarried."
"because I never intended to look for another. You were the first and last," sukuna tells you matter-of-factly.
"wasn't it lonely?"
"...terribly. but you're here now, so it was worth enduring after all."
you laugh, and it sounds exactly the same as it did all those years before. the memories he had of you, the ones that he held onto so tightly as to not forget, until his very last breath.
"that makes me selfishly happy. i shouldn't be, for your sake, but I am."
"then why don't you give me a kiss? for all my hard effort."
he leans in, like how he'd always done whenever you appeared in his dreams at night.
except this time, your lips actually reach his, instead of disappearing away, like a fleeting memory.
good things may never last for long, but misfortune certainly doesn't last forever, either.
-fin-
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completely unrelated thought to literally anything i've been doing today:
canon Sanji getting swapped with a Sanji from a genderswap AU. key point is that everyone's p much the same personality wise
there are crises going on. but mostly for canon Sanji lmao
this includes:
Luffy still likes to walk around w/ an open shirt
Franky also still likes to walk around w/ an open shirt
Usopp, guess what, also likes to walk around w/ an open shirt
granted, Usopp at least wears crop tops sometimes
Brook looks pretty much the same except for speaking mannerisms / voice pitch; startles the hell out of Sanji bc he keeps expecting it to be his Brook until a Skull Joke comes out of those chuckling teeth
The knee jerk reaction to Robin and Nami keeps crossing wires- one moment Sanji will just register a guy in his peripheral but not who he's speaking to and cuss and complain and shit. then the realization will kick in and he'll be caught up trying to apologize, but then wondering if he does need to apologize because uh, Nami and Robin are guys here right?? and they're not his Nami and Robin, but at the same time he can't just be rude to Nami and Robin-
he ends up staring into space for a while thinking in circles about it
Zoro is now of the gender he typically dotes on
"H-Hey, Moss-chan-"
"Don't call me that"
"Right. You want a smoothie?"
"I'm not gonna fuck you."
Usopp is the easiest to dote on, followed by Chopper, Franky, and Luffy. funny thing is, aside from Zoro, none of them have complained about/refused said doting. Sanji is reassuring himself that his list doesn't mean anything. he's not falling for Usopp just because of a pair of tits. that'd be ridiculous. after all his Usopp has got plenty big tits already-
he slams his head into a wall trying to forget that thought
also. he has no outlet for any frustration/anger/overwhelming feelings because he's got his code of chivalry thing. so he can't fight Zoro and he doesn't want to fight Robin or Nami. he starts smoking more to compensate, but then he either runs out or Chopper intervenes and gets him to promise to limit his use
in short. suffering.
This Nami and Robin do notice though & while Nami very much does not want to fight Sanji on account of, yknow, not wanting any broken bones or terrible injuries, Robin on the other hand-
He knew it'd help Sanji and it'd be nice to have a sparring partner to practice the more deadly things he can do on someone who can handle it, so he's kinda like "if it'll help, i don't mind sparring"
Sanji is caught between "oh fuck yes, finally someone to kick" and "I CANT HURT ROBIN-KUN"
the sparring ends up very pathetic on Sanji's side of things- think his fight with Kalifa but without him trying to bluff and looking openly stressed- Usopp listens to Sanji's woes about it later while she tinkers on inventions lmao
Usopp is also oddly clingy with Sanji, more so than his own Usopp. However, Sanji doesn't even bother thinking about it, just happy to soak up all the affection. He always has some sort of crisis thinking about his own Usopp later though.
Zoro, and I cannot stress this enough, is a woman. a buff, sweaty, mossball of a woman.
so yeah, suffering.
fem sanji, on the other hand:
having the time of her life
proud bisexual woman going "dear god, so many hot guys- wait shit, is that mosshead"
starts getting "overly friendly" with Usopp- laying his head in her lap, playing with his hair, carrying him around, calling him pet names, making him special snacks, etc.
everyone else puts it together real quick, except Usopp. who doesn't realize the answer until fem Sanji gives him a goodbye kiss on the cheek before going to prep for dinner
The answer: fem Usopp and fem Sanji are dating
fem Sanji: he's Usopp, therefore he's my partner in this flipped world, therefore I gotta treat him right while his own Sanji isn't here
Usopp wants to tell her the truth. but also. doesn't.
he is a mix of guilt and happiness every time he doesn't speak up and gets some gesture of love from her
in conclusion: one way or another, there is suffering all around <3
#one piece#sanji#usopp#genderbend au#nemotime#fem sanuso#sanuso#<- bet you thought i wouldn't be adding that tag when u started reading huh? well think again sanuso is always on the brain#in my most self indulgent heart sanji has a Realization tm from hanging with fem usopp#& when he gets back to his usopp he kisses him full on the lips no hesitation#the other self indulgent part says sanji finally gets Something through his thick skull#and starts trying not to act so different w/ folks based on gender#fem sanji doesn't learn anything though she's just along for a fun ride lmaooo#there is. possibility for angry/embarrassing 'actually i'm not dating my sanji' reveal#or a similar 'hey maybe dont change behaviour based on gender' realization but ehhh#i just want fem sanji having a blast and basically getting a vacation from her own crew. dunno why just want that for her#also. im working on my sanusoweek stuff i prommy
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So I finally got on the 'Insane Ragatha Variation' train, so I give you...
Ragavamp!
An insane, but VERY intelligent, variation of Ragatha! It took me a little bit to really mak a design that was inspired by other designs I saw WITHOUT being just a copy of them! I'm proud of the results :D
Here's a close up of all of the doodles + a bunch of lore dumping that I've cooked up whilst making her design (Plus this lore's for something me and others are making but that's for later <3)
So I think this Ragatha basically partially abstracted, however survived from it due to having a VERY big natural resistance to abstraction. However, as a result of this- very much supernatural aftereffects occurred alongside her quick descant into insanity. Using her new powers, she attacks Caine and ends up firewalling him in a small room. As an AI- he can't escape the firewall, but people stuck WITHIN the circus and move through it just fine
Now she runs the circus with questionable rule, Ragatha considering Sun and Moon as her "Knights" and everyone else aside from Pomni as "peasants". But she doesn't treat them with any cruelty- or at least any NORMAL cruelty. She's a bit of a ticking time bomb, able to overpower most in the circus thanks to her new powers, and most catched this almost disease of partial abstraction, some better off then others
Some of Ragavamp's abilities include:
-Turning into an abstracted bat (Picture above)
-Summoning abstracted wings out of nowhere
-Able to drink blood (HAS to drink blood to keep the abstraction at bay)
-Sudden bursts of energy
-Heightened sense of smell and hearing
-Abnormal (yet inconsistent) levels of strength
Due to her partial abstraction, her legs kind of got fucked up to the point where stitching won't help. She has a limp, so she has a cane to help her walk (note that this cane is also a cane sword, so she's not defenseless in case you were wondering)
Personality wise, it's VERY different from canon. It's actually never consistent or permanent, her abstracted form constantly fighting her in her own head. Sometimes she's her normal self before the abstraction, sometimes she's similar to Kinger, sometimes she's intimidating and very cryptic- and there's even points of complete and utter dissociation from everything- just standing, sitting, or laying while she stares to nothing. Pomni finds it depressing and she feels terrible for the woman, who's in the end just trying to help everyone. She managed to find a way to save the others that had totally abstracted, however the cost was simply more of her conscious mind
She also can read people like an open book. Even things never admitted out loud she can know about. It's unknown if this is because of the abstraction or not
Here's a reference of her full design in case you're curious!
If you have any questions, either for this Ragatha or any of my AUs, I'd be happy to answer them! My inbox is nice and open after all!
#the amazing digital circus#amazing digital circus#the digital circus#digital circus#tadc#ragatha#tadc ragatha#ragatha tadc#au#kinda?#I dunno if Ima work more on the AU as a whole#ragavamp#vampire#vampirism#vampirecore#vampire girl#fruity as fuck#doodle#doodle requests#art dump#my art#digital art
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Sorry anon I somehow deleted your ask 😔 but here's the rec! I went through my ao3 history and picked these, I hope there's something you haven't read yet and that you will enjoy :))
Gift Horse, Mouth, etc.
Sam gets accidentally stuck with a curse that can only be lifted by acting on his deepest hidden fantasy. Dean thinks it's hilarious, and why won't Sammy just tell him what it is already? It can't be anything that weird. Right?
Please Tell Me Who I Am
A/B/O AU. As a beta, Sam shouldn’t even be attracted to his alpha brother (much less be yearning for Dean to finally take that last step into claiming him officially) but, a few compatibility issues aside, they’re happy with the pseudo-mateship they’ve got going on. At least, until a hunt-gone-wrong ends up with Sam being cursed into an omega. He and Dean race to find a way to reverse the spell before it’s too late…but now Sam’s not entirely sure if he even wants to be cured.
Convalescence
Post-Cage!Sam seen through the eyes of others.
(more under the cut)
In Loco Parentis
“Sam, are you,” Dean pauses, squeezing his eyes shut for a second because his brain just doesn’t want to catch up. “Are you jerking off and thinking about Dad?” (Sam is 15).
take the things you love
The thing is, Sam’s reinforcing every bad behavior Dean’s ever had with this kind of shit. Fucking Sam stupid over the hood of the Impala? Dean’s wet dream—unfortunately also Sam’s—but more importantly the implicit validation of every claim Dean thinks he has on Sam—unfortunately every claim Sam’s lizard brain wants Dean to have. (Sam knows his brother wants to possess him. It's a point of internal conflict.)
There's An Enochian Incantation
Dean finds a spell to create a weapon to banish leviathans. It involves an Enochian incantation. The last thing Sam's already-fragile mind needs is to hear words in the language of angels.
brother only wants
Sam breathes like it takes effort, and then he says, "Wanting you was the very first thing I realized was wrong with me. It was how I knew there was something sick inside." (One of them had to fall first. A story about devotion.)
Hands Away
When you’re horny and alone with one person in one room for a long time and you’re sixteen and all you’ve ever been taught is to love your brother more than anything, it doesn’t seem like that far of a leap to start imagining what his mouth would feel like around your dick.
Squint into the Sunset | Glare into the Gloaming
The 70k-word nonlinear coming of age story that literally no one asked for. "I know you want to give him the world, Dean, but you were never supposed to give him this."
Taking Advantage
Sam is doing everything Dean tells him to. It’s weird, and Dean wants to get to the bottom of it so he pushes Sam. Sam breaks.
I'd Gladly Lose Me To Find You
Sam takes a vow of silence in order to pull Dean out of Hell, but by the time Dean comes back, Sam's lost more of himself than just his voice. Splits off completely from canon after the season 3 finale.
One Going On Eternity And Counting
Some boundaries were never meant to be crossed ...
with hearts that are guilty, not remorseful
“I’ve wanted you since I knew what wanting was.” It’s a fact, as plain as the day. The sky is blue. Their mother was killed by a demon. They hunt monsters. Sam wants Dean. “I’ve loved you for longer, I think.” “God,” Dean’s voice is barely a whisper, raising a hand to grip his own hair by the roots and pulling. He looks absolutely wretched. “I fucked you up, didn’t I?”
When You're Not Here
The third time Sam Winchester comes to school with bruises, Mrs. Davidson decides it's time to intervene - before it's too late.
Gutless
Sticky fingers, that’s what Dean always calls him.
Bullet for my Valentine
Stupid. He is so goddamn fucking stupid. Running his mouth like a fucking idiot, not knowing when to leave well enough alone. Bad enough that he just practically talked dirty to his little brother, which, Christ – he must be more stressed than he thought if his self-control mechanisms have started malfunctioning that badly. But no, no, he came up with a scenario straight out of a bad slasher film, as if that is something normal people talk dirty about, as if that is something Sam would seriously enjoy. As if – As if Dean hadn’t hunted his own brother through the maze of the bunker, eyes black and hammer raised to strike, not even a full year ago. As if Sam hadn’t, just a few weeks back, knelt at his feet, neck bared, waiting for Dean to deal a fatal blow with a fucking scythe.
I haven't been reading spn fics for long so idk if all these are well known already, but I loved all of these (a couple of them are platonic). hope you'll like them!
#There's more under my tag ->#Fics#:) happy reading! Hope you'll like these#Check the tags ecc ecc#sam & dean#m#supernatural#Wincest#Samdean#Fic rec#Spn#Anon#Asks
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Updated 2/21/2024
My master list might still be a bit small, but I'm workin' on it. All stories below are for the 18+ crowd. Minors you are not welcomed here.
I do have a tag list. If you are interested to join, you can find that here.
I also like to have completed stories before I start to post up so as not to have any lag in posting time.
All fics are works of my own. They are pure fictional stories meant to be enjoyed but not taken. You have your own ideas - let's share them instead of take them. Yes, as to date, all my fics are Jake stories. The rest of GVF are featured in them (especially Bootleggers and Wildflowers) but he's my muse and that's why you will not find solely featured stories with the rest of the band.
June, 2022 - the first fiction!
Rayne, a small town librarian, finds herself falling for Jake after meeting when he is part of a music education initiative. It's a good old fashioned falling in love story told in three parts. Content warnings will be labeled on each part.
Sweet Rayne Master List
September, 2022
Violet is a woman working her ass off in two jobs. When the band walks into her bar on a Wednesday night, it changes the scope of her whole summer. Violet is bruised and battered, on the mend from a rough spot that life has dealt her. Jake may be the distraction that gets her through.
Jake is featured as a full switch in this fiction. Content warnings appear on each part. 18+ only
Neapolitan Master List
Thank you to @gardensgatedaisy for her lovely Secret Santa pic of my Neapolitan Jake
December, 2022
Our story picks up right at the end of Neapolitan, finding Jake and Violet navigating what it means to be and grow in their relationship. This story focuses on Violet's continued healing from an abusive relationship.
Content warnings are listed on each part. 18+ only
Neapolitan: A Continuance Master List
July, 2023
The Kiszka/Wagner Company is relatively new to the community of Kingsford. Cora is seeking for a way out of certain starvation and ruin for her family when she gains employment under the new ownership of the mercantile and general stores. Rumors of shady business practices of her new employers aside, she is certain that she is on a path that will see her family out of debt and into a better light.
Completed October 2023
Bootleggers & Wildflowers Master List
November, 2023
Amanda Fischer and Jake Kiszka have been in love forever it seems. They find that even the best of plans can go awry when life steps in the way. This is a love story, but it takes a lot to get to their happy ending. It's a story that is challenging and angsty and hard to read at times, but it's theirs. This is an AU set in the 1980's, centered around a music shop and bookstore.
Completed December 2023
Best Laid Plans Master List
Completed, April 2024
What starts as a one night stand, turns into a journey that spans decades.
This is my first reader feminine insert X Jake long fiction. God I hope I don't fuck it up.
Celebratory Drinks and Fleeting Embraces Master List
June 2024, Maybe? - Coming soon
A cursed love. A graveyard. An entity. An AU story that spans time.
The Dead Master List
The Single Traveler: Jake X fem reader 18+ Only - mature read You find yourself traveling during the holidays on your way to Hawaii to party with friends and get stuck in Seattle in an ice storm. Perhaps the handsome stranger who wants to share your quiet corner will turn into something fun.
Fireside: Jake X fem reader 18+ Only - sort of a mature read You are trying your hardest to get away on your vacation with Jake to the cabin in the woods. You experience all sorts of hurdles that make you increasingly frustrated. You are a total mess when finally - finally - you reach the cabin to find Jake sitting fireside waiting for you...
Wild Child: Jake X fem reader 18+ Only - You and Jake are heading home from a weekend away and sharing your favorite moments of that weekend when things turn heated.
Updated April 2024 - Hope for more stories to follow! swirly dividers by @ firefly-graphics
#greta van fleet#gvf#jake gvf#jake kiszka#josh kiszka#josh gvf#sammy gvf#sam gvf#daniel gvf#danny gvf#greta van fleet fanfic#greta van fleet fan fiction#greta van fleet fanfic au#greta van fleet au fic#greta van fleet x ocs
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No one cares, but I'm so happy for you! You created something of your own over a long period of time, put your soul into it, and in the end everyone liked it! I hope that as many people as possible can learn about eternal prison and appreciate it! You should be proud of yourself! It’s probably strange that I’m so happy for a person I don’t know, but whatever, you’re great!
Thank you so much for your words, I'm really glad someone feels that way
I'm really happy that everyone likes the plot and setting of Eternal Prison.
I was originally worried that the details of the plot would be too tragic and make everyone dislike them, or that I have been in a situation where I really hate drawing and hate my own creation for a long time.
Like In the second half of 2023, I am in a state of completely giving up everything, I just put everything aside for a very long time, and just being in a daze or wasting time, wasting life
It wasn’t until about October last year that I returned to the Fnaf community and saw a very AWESOME work by a certain artist.
I started trying to advance my life, including academic or health, etc.
Then I created the EP, and through this AU I met a lot of great people, and I got recognition that I couldn't get from myself. Thank you very much, and everyone who loves the EP, I will continue to work hard.
(English is not my native language, so I'm sorry if there are any inaccuracies or other mistakes.)
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foreword: 2023
back to writing ✍️
Happy New Year 2023!!
I know I’m late for this, but I had to start the new year with a massive hole inside my heart. Last year was a rough ride, and I just want to thank everyone who had been there with me through it all. For those of you who have been following me for years, for those of you who had only found me last year, and for everyone who had just stumbled upon my blog recently, I truly appreciate every single one of you.
Usually, I would end the past year and start the new with an overview of my journey, but after a hard year, I figured I’ll change things up and simply drop this post to say hi and give you a quick update. Nothing much is going to change in my blog, but I am trying to do my best to grow as a writer, so let’s just say that I have many things to offer.
Coming into the year, I have set a goal to finish a few of my impending series (eg. About Time, In Motion, Shifters series) while working on to post most of the WIPs that have been sitting in my draft for an entire year. Please be patient with me as I start working on them one at a time. Meanwhile, some of my discontinued series/fics will be taken down and moved into my Patreon, which has been in the process of happening starting from last year.
For more updates and announcements—whether it’s about my blog, personal, or my writing process—I will be adding them regularly into my Schedule Post. So please always refer to the post mentioned for any questions regarding my update/posting schedules.
My Patreon is still open with more special contents coming up, and my Ko-Fi is available for those of you who enjoy reading my works and are interested to send some support. You can find all the links on my navigation page.
As a little bonus for everyone, I will be giving you a sneak peek of my WIPs that will be coming this year (aside from the series mentioned above). I’m crossing my fingers while hoping that this year will be much better than the last, and I do hope that you will all be there to join the ride.
Until we meet again.
xoxo,
Dia
!!Bonus: Sneak peeks of my upcoming WIPs!!
⟶ Title | Eternal Sunshine - Epilogue for Spotless Minds
⟶ Character | Hoseok x reader
⟶ Genre | Past Lovers!AU, New Beginning, inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds (yes, the movie)
⟶ Summary | You had always felt like meeting him was a chance of fate. He had always been the missing piece of the puzzle that you had been searching for, the beautiful stranger who had somehow become your home. But when your soul seems to refuse to stop searching, you begin to find scraps of the past that had somehow gone missing, erased and forgotten, hiding the pain that would have tainted the perfect life that you had built together. Suddenly, you are given a chance to open the pandora box, to collect the missing scraps of your past. Would you dare to open it and risk what you have with him, or would you leave it alone and move on, just the way you had decided to do a long time ago?
⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature
read here
⟶ Title | Alpha’s Inferno
⟶ Pairing | Namjoon x OC/female original character
⟶ Genre | Vampires!au, Werewolf!au, Alpha!Namjoon, Vampire!OC, Smut, Angst
⟶ Summary | Alphas can only be stronger with a mate. Losing his Destined had almost sent Namjoon into the wilderness, to an illness known to shifters as the Mating Sickness. Fighting his illness, the Alpha continues to lead his pack of misfits all on his own since. Facing betrayals, living constantly with distrust, losing his allies, and finding his own pack slowly crumbling into disarray as he slowly succumbs into his sickness. But the war has turned enemies into allies, and hate becomes love, and he wasn’t completely ready to find the Moon Goddess giving him a second chance to find love in the form of the being that he had once distrusted the most.
⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature
read teaser here
⟶ Title | Flux: Blindsided - from Flux! the series, final instalment
⟶ Character | Yoongi x reader x Jungkook
⟶ Genre | Polyamorous!AU, Smut, Angst
⟶ Summary | Yoongi never knew that he did not only take your heart and soul when he walked out the door, but Jungkook’s as well. He had left the two of you behind by making you both believe that he was giving things up all due to his fear and insecurities. Little do you know that nothing is truly that simple. And it never really would.
⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature
read teaser here
⟶ Title | The Bedroom Hymns
⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader
⟶ Genre | Fairy Prince!Yoongi, Princess!reader, Fantasy au, Faerie au, Angst, Mystery, Smut
⟶ Summary | Being the only daughter of the Wicked King has kept you living in a sheltered life. Never once you were given the chance to see the world beyond the walls of your father’s old castle, and yet, it had never stopped you from hearing all the dark rumours of your father’s indiscretions which had left you to continue living in the shadows. When the day comes for your father to send you to live in his castle by the sea, he left you with a new rule set in place. You are left with a set of keys, one which would lead you to travel through the thousand magical doors inside his castle, but you are to never leave through the front door or to step foot through the golden door at the end of the hall. (A twist from Bluebeard. Spoiler: the Wicked King is Bluebeard himself)
⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
⟶ Warnings | Dark topic, explicit sex (more warnings will be added as I continue writing this)
read here
⟶ Title | The Whispers in The Mist
⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader
⟶ Genre | Ghost!Yoongi, Reincarnation au, Angst, Mystery, Smut
⟶ Summary | He first came to you through your dream, luring you to find him, only to always wake up with his shadows fading with the rising sunlight. But when you can still feel his presence in the daylight, when you keep finding traces of his existence wherever you look, you start to wonder if perhaps he is more than just an object of your lucid dream. Perhaps what you have been seeing at night are your forgotten memories, and he is finally here to help you unravel every part of it, until you could finally remember who he really was.
⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; Dark topic, sacrilege, explicit sex scene (more warnings will be added as I continue writing this)
Teaser available on Patreon!
⟶ Title | G.H.O.S.T: The Hacker’s Tale — Carousel side story
⟶ Pairings | Hoseok x OC/female reader (feat. Yoongi/Jungkook)
⟶ Genre | Hacker!Hoseok, Assassin!reader, Detective!Jungkook, CEO Yoongi, angst, suspense, mystery
⟶ Summary | Always have an escape plan. Jung Hoseok has always been the curious boy, too smart for his own good, and has lived on the edge for as long as he could remember. Living in the shadows, he had operated under the name “G.H.O.S.T” and nobody had ever managed to catch his trail. All except for one man, who had not only given him a chance for redemption, but also a reason for him to survive, and you, the shadow that he had overlooked for a long time, but always ready to come out into the light before he gets far too deep into his own darkness.
Teaser 1 is available on Patreon; read teaser 2 here
⟶ Title | Bad For You: Undercover - A Spin-Off
⟶ Character | Taehyung x reader
⟶ Summary | They say only the strongest women can love men like him. You thought you could take the challenge, but what happens when life and everything around you challenge you back?
⟶ Genre | Stripper!au, Stripper!Taehyung, Smut, Angst, Mature theme
⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
⟶ Title | Nefarious; In Motion - a side story
⟶ Character | Jimin x reader | note: with POV changes
⟶ Summary | Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life. For the past year you have been a member to the club, never once had they failed to help you indulge in your deepest and darkest need, the desire to embrace a part of you that you had never been able to show anyone else before. Tonight, however, you are met with a disappointment when your arranged ‘date’ had bailed on you. But just as you are ready to turn away in defeat, you cross path with the lovely attendant whose gentle gaze and soft smile have always been able to make you fluster more than any dates you have been with. You know that accepting his offer might cause some inconveniences for both of you, but do you really have it in you to say no?
⟶ Genre | Sex Club!au, Gentlemen Club!au, Smut
⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
— © 2023 @yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind is not allowed. translations are not allowed.
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Hello! Could you tell me more about Kitty in your BBC Ghosts character roleswap AU please?
I definitely can!
There’s not much change in Kitty’s story prior to her death, even with the new era - she was still a happy-go-lucky young woman living with her father and sister, two people who didn’t care much for her, who spent more time with a statue than anyone her age. She did die from a fall of the window though rather than a spider bite, and the back of her head is a bit of a gory mess because of that. She thinks it's kind of cool and interesting, but the others don't really agree.
Everyone assumes Eleanor was to blame like in canon, even more so since none of the ghosts were in the room/anywhere near the window where it happened, but they know for a fact Eleanor was in the room.
Also like in canon, there’s a bit more to her death than what meets the eye. It happened in the evening, just after the Highams returned from a party. Someone there had been very vicious towards Kitty to the point she legitimately burst into tears, and it kind of hits Eleanor that ‘I don’t like seeing my sister cry, I don’t like seeing her sad’. It was a lot easier to brush aside and excuse her own horrid behaviour when Kitty never really reacted to it.
Kitty’s alone in her room, drawing shapes on the window [which ends up being her power when she dies, the ability to fog up and write/draw on surfaces] when Eleanor comes in and starts to apologise. It’s just a complete accident that when Kitty gets up, she trips backwards and falls out the window. Her memory of the event is hazy but with the help of the ghosts, she does manage to vaguely recall what happened and gets some closure there.
Until then though, she recreates her death every day. The ghosts have a rota to make sure there’s always someone with her after she falls, especially as she’s always disorientated afterwards, not even knowing/remembering why she’s fallen. She gets over it very quickly though and is back to her normal cheery self in no time.
With her family being the ones in charge of the manor in the Edwardian times though, I guess Button Manor should instead be Higham Manor in this au...
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I've been following My Brother's (Not So) Secret Boyfriend for a while but I just read Something Borrowed, Something New and LOVED it. Heartwarming stories about parenting always, always hit for me and everything about it was so touching.
I wanted to ask if you had any inspirations for the plot, and if you have any recommendations for webcomics with similar themes (whether on webtoon or not).
Love your art! <3
Ohh, thank you so much!! It always makes me really happy when folks happen to find that little comic, it was a lot of fun to make 😊 I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!
Honestly, the biggest source of inspiration was the characters themselves, because SBSN is technically an AU for a set of OCs that have lived in my brain since I was in high school :') so a lot of it is a result of me constantly remixing their relationships and circumstances in my head, because I love creating "What If" scenarios for my characters ahaha. Aside from that, though, I like going into stories with a certain type of dynamic I want to explore! In this case, it was the idea that different people can end up with different relationships to their parents/families despite sharing similar experiences to one another, plus the question of how to draw the line of your own personal boundaries in the face of knowing your actions affect more people beyond just yourself. From there, it was a matter of taking those old comfort OCs and having fun!
Hmmmmm, as for recommendations—Lemon Soda & Coffee is a very sweet (completed!) Webtoon that I think is probably the closest series I've come across in having a similarly themed plot to SBSN. Yotsuba&! is also an excellent comedy manga featuring a very charming father-daughter duo! I wouldn't necessarily call it similar to SBSN, but I also adore SpyxFamily, in particular for its development of Loid and Yor's parenting skills for Anya 😂 Oh, and Plus One recently made its debut as a Webtoons Original! It's almost all baby fluff, so if nothing else I feel like it can fill in the gaps in SBSN that I quietly skipped over when it comes to the actual getting-ready-to-raise-a-baby bits in real life ahahaha Thanks again!!! 💕
#inn-witch#replies#I hope you don't mind me answering this publicly!#usually I keep my replies private but I thought others might be able to share more recommendations since I feel like I didn't have a lot :'
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Heya there!
Hello and welcome to Undertale: Reality Mirage! I'm happy you found this place... And I sure hope you enjoy your stay!
Now, I'm sure you're veeeeery confused... But not to worry! Your good friend Cicada will help you!
Let's start with the basics...
What is Undertale: Reality Mirage?
Undertale: Reality Mirage is a silly little AU of mine that follows one basic rule...
Every single Undertale AU is created by Frisk writing fanfiction!
Yup, you read that right! Our favorite little ambassador is now a pre-teen and does what most pre-teens do, writing fanfiction of their favorite people, of course! And since their favorite people are the monsters they saved… That becomes the subject of their writing!
And, with the assistance of their beta reader Chara and account manager Gaster, the three enjoy watching Frisk’s fanfiction play out through the use of Gaster’s newest creation, the ‘World Builder’! It takes the plot of Frisk’s stories and turns them into movies, so to speak.
Jokes aside, Undertale: Reality Mirage is a silly idea I came up with one day, the idea in mind is that Frisk writes fanfiction with Chara and Gaster, and they watch it like a movie.
There would be multiple ‘worlds’ for them to ‘watch’, each being my own take on a popular Undertale AU, such as Underswap, Storyshift, etc.
I plan on each ‘world’ to be a sprite comic, with the events leading up to and ending being in standard writing form.
What is the first ‘world’?
The first ‘world’ that I am working on is my take on Underswap. I do not have a name for it yet other than Underswap, sadly, but I do plan on updating the name soon!
So far, I’m still in the process of outlining the lore and characters and trust me, that is a lot of work to be done. However, I’m not giving up yet! I like to think I’m making good progress!
I will not be releasing anything relating to Underswap yet, as that is where most of the spoilers relating to this AU are. After all, you’re gonna find out everything about Undertale: Reality Mirage really quickly when it releases! I have no issues with sharing stuff like that.
Who is working on this?
So far, just me!
I’m Cicadawing! But you can call me just Cicada or Wispy, I don’t really mind!
I haven’t been in the Undertale fandom for long, but that doesn’t mean I’m not used to writing or making Undertale AUs! I’ve always been fascinated by the thought of taking characters people know and love and changing them around… Making them different in either easy-to-notice or hard-to-see changes.
My favorite Undertale AU is probably either Fellswap or Swapfell and the main AUs they’re from, like Underswap and Underfell! The vibes of them are just perfect…
My art skills are alright too, not the worst, but I wouldn’t call myself the best, you know? When I get enough art done, I’ll be sure to post previews! Anything to keep you all interested, haha!
My pronouns are he/him and I'm a minor, so please be wary of that!
I want to help!
Really? Already…? You haven’t seen anything… I haven’t even posted anything other than this so far!
Once again, jokes aside… I appreciate it, but as said before, not much is set in stone yet. I only have the basic concept of Underswap done… only Asgore’s character reference is fully complete!
In short, thank you for your enthusiasm, but I’m not accepting members of a team yet! Use that excitement you have to share this AU, that’ll help motivate me to keep going!
Oh, and… Sorry if this seems like I’m assuming people want to join. That’s not it, I just want to get all my question bases covered, so to speak!
Wait… Gaster?! Sans?! Papyrus?! Genocide AU?!?!?!?111
Haha… No. This isn’t a genocide AU at all.
In this AU, Gaster is a ghost that only Frisk and Chara can see. Frisk didn’t kill anyone during their journey since they did the pacifist route to achieve this ending.
And Sans, Papyrus, and all the other characters in Undertale aren’t really going to be present at all. After all, Undertale: Reality Mirage focuses on the friendship of Chara, Frisk, and Gaster, not anyone else.
That doesn’t mean you won’t be able to see your favorite characters, though. They might show up sometimes, but they aren’t going to be the main focus or anything.
But that doesn’t mean you won’t be able to see your favorite characters! After all, this is all about seeing the differences in characterization depending on what AU they’re from!
I’m confused… What’s a ‘world’? Is Reality Mirage your take on Underswap…?
Apologies for the confusion! Allow me to clear some things up.
Reality Mirage is not my take on Underswap. However, they are related.
Reality Mirage can be thought of as a folder of sorts. Inside the ‘folder’ are the ‘worlds’. My take on Underswap is one of them. It can be thought of as an AU within an AU.
I have a question that wasn’t answered here! What should I do?
I will leave the ask box open for questions! I will respond as soon as I can unless I consider those questions to be spoilers! Otherwise, count on your questions being answered!
#undertale#undertale au#chara#frisk#gaster#wd gaster#Undertale: Reality Mirage#info#faq#fanfic#...kinda
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I wanted to do something fun for Halloween, and then it ballooned into a monster, but I'm still pretty happy with it. It's almost complete. The last chapter should be up tomorrow. I wanted to get it done today but trick or treating with the kiddo got me sidetracked!
Five/Klaus, Explicit ~30k
A successful biotech CEO at 29, Five is unwilling to accept a terminal diagnosis. The deck might be stacked in Death's favour, but if anyone could beat him at a game of chess, it would be Five. Klaus, the new PA sent by the temp agency, is happy to help him practice, although he presents a distraction Five just can't indulge with everything else happening in his life...
Tags: AU No Powers, Klaus isn't a Hargreeves, Terminal Illness, Grief/Mourning, Everybody Lives, Personification of Death, Happy Ending, Falling in Love, Fast Burn, Smut, Rough Sex
(Despite the Terminal Illness and Grief/Mourning tags, I want to stress it is a happy ending and no one dies. Five is going through some shit, trying to come to terms with his diagnosis, but I've tried not to dwell on it overly much--if you're concerned it might be triggering, feel free to reach out and I can give you details or answer any concerns)
Snippet:
“Is there anything you’re not good at?” Five muses, over a round of Spite and Malice, where Klaus’ stack is down to the last three cards and his own still has at least fifteen.
Klaus rolls his head to the side along the cushion of the couch to look at him. He moved around to watch the show during dinner, and never went back to his own side. Probably not the most conducive to gameplay, but Five’s not gonna say a fucking word. From this angle, the slit in Klaus' jumpsuit offers a view of the soft dip of his stomach.
“Candy Land.”
Five laughs. “You are so ridiculous.”
“I mean it!” Klaus says. He sits up, animatedly waving a hand. “I always get stuck in the Molasses Swamp with fucking Gloopy.”
“Yes, I’m certain that’s just the thing to have Death take you seriously,” Five says, still grinning wide enough to stretch his cheeks. “Showing up to challenge him with a children’s game.”
“Maybe he’d appreciate the change of pace,” Klaus says. He turns a little, to lean sideways against the sofa, one arm on the seat to rest his head against his palm.
“Maybe Death is tired of everyone taking him so seriously. Maybe you’ll amuse him.” Klaus reaches out with the tip of a finger, nail barely brushing the curve of his cheek. “Maybe he’ll take one look at your pretty face and decide to let you cheat him.”
The expression on Klaus’ face is open and fond, and it aches–that dull ache in Five’s stomach, a steady pinpoint of hot pain, his body eating him from the inside out. It aches, to think that maybe, were circumstances different…
Five cuts that thought off and shoves it aside. There’s no space for it in his life as things stand.
“Klaus,” Five admonishes. He catches Klaus’ wrist in a gentle grip.
There’s sombre understanding in Klaus’ gaze, tender as the touch of a loved one. There and gone in an instant, before his whole demeanour shifts. Bubbly and bright and irreverent once again. He reaches for his beer bottle to take another swig. “All I’m saying is anything’s gotta be better than chess!”
“What’s your problem with chess, anyway?” Five asks, curious and amused.
Klaus holds a hand to his lips as he hurries to swallow, clearly excited. “God, it’s just such a lazy choice when there are literally thousands of games to pick from,” he bursts out, swinging his bottle around in a wide, sweeping gesture. “How many fucking games of chess as the poor guy played in the last half millennia?”
“It has to be better than the stories from antiquity. I don’t intend to shackle him or stuff him in a sack.”
“Shackles can be fun,” Klaus says, speculative. He pauses to slip the joint between his lips and strike a match to light it, then draws in a lungful. “It’s all about consent, Fivey.” The smoke billows from his lips. “You can’t just invite a guy over to your house for the first time and slap the cuffs on the second he walks through the door.” Klaus smiles, and holds the joint out to him.
Five hesitates. His doctor has mentioned it as a possibility for pain management, but Five has never smoked, not when Diego and Viktor were going through their rebellious phases. Not now that almost all his siblings use it casually. Five has never been one for vices. Even with alcohol it’s never been about getting drunk. He’s never liked the idea of losing control before now, but simply being in Klaus’ presence has that effect.
Klaus has just begun to withdraw when Five reaches out to take it. “Slow,” Klaus murmurs. Five meets his eyes, looking for guidance, as he brings the joint to his lips. “Just close your lips around it, and let it fill your mouth, without inhaling.” Five obeys, and Klaus gives him a sweet little smile. “There.” He takes the joint back. “Now breathe in, just a little, and let it out slow.”
There’s a slight burn. Nothing like he was expecting. The taste is more pleasant, too. “How long will it take?”
“Oh, you’ll feel it soon,” Klaus promises. He takes another long, deep drag. “Anyway, my point is…” His brow furrows. “What was my point?
“Fuck chess?” Five prompts, with a tease of a smile.
Klaus eyes go wide with feeling. “Fuck chess, Fivey! Like, Death could be playing, I don’t know, strip poker, but all these basic ass bitches think they’re gonna flex on him.” He shifts his weight a little, folding his leg up against the sofa to rest his chin on his knee. “Incidentally, there’s another game I might lose. But. I mean…” His fingers toy with the necklace hanging loose in the opening of his jumpsuit. Brushing bare skin like an invitation. “Even when I lose, I think we all win, in the end.”
“Of course you’d lose,” Five snorts. “You’re wearing a onesie.”
“It's a jumpsuit,” Klaus corrects, haughty. “This is high fashion, Five”
“Sure. Regardless, Death wouldn’t be a single hand away from defeat. He isn't going to be wearing a onesie.” He thinks the pot might be kicking in already. It’s not at all like being drunk. His whole body feels light and easy. The shadows in the room are smudges blurring into the light, everything just lightly out of focus.
“It’s a jumpsuit. And he might be,” Klaus sulks, bottom lip jutted out. “You don't know what he's got going on under that cloak.”
Five laughs, helpless. His heart squeezes painfully at how much he loves being around Klaus, how he wants to keep him near. How he wants to reach out and touch. To pull Klaus in, fingers carding gently through his curls, and catch his pouting lip between his own. He has no defence against this magnetic attraction. Again and again he can tell himself not to want. He can make a mental list of the many reasons why he can’t. He can apply all his formidable logic to try to reduce what he feels towards Klaus to serotonin, norepinephrine, and dopamine, but it’s all in vain.
How can he ignore that longing thrumming within him? Constant and insistent, in time with the beat of his heart. Five has never been one to hesitate–less out of any sense of bravery, more of a lack of fear. But he’s afraid now, of what he’d do to Klaus, if he allowed himself to have this.
In their game, Klaus plays the rest of his hand to clear a stack and flips over the top of his bank to reveal an ace. Five shakes his head in disbelief and dismay. “Just call me Death,” Klaus crows, “the way I’m owning your ass.” Off the look on Five’s face, he dissolves into giggles. “Okay, okay, let’s try something different.”
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Nebula
Chapter three (part 1) - Son of the stars AU
The next morning, the class went on as normal. Joseph was dozing off every now and then, as he usually did. He was surprisingly doing good in most of his classes, in which he was studying to one day become a good movie director. This was one of the only choices he was able to convince the stars to make, and he couldn’t be happier since it had been his dream since he was a kid. He still remembers that house in the moon, where the sky was always dark and he was alone most of the time. While his mother prepared supper, Joseph ran to see the TV. One day, when he sad down, he saw some sort of ceremony, the “Annual Bird Movie Award Ceremony”, it was called. The little boy was mesmerised by the award, listening with interest at what the winner had to say about it. When the ceremony ended, he started thinking of all the movies he would make in a future, and how many of those awards he’d be able to win. Now that he had grown up, he still had that same dream. The creativity making movies inspired him made him very happy, and that’s why he worked so hard to be number one on his class. Of course, that was impossible. His grades were excellent, yes, but there was another student who always got better grades than him. He took notes down while his teacher explained the next assignment they’d have. This one would have to be done in groups of two. Great. Joseph wasn’t a fan of group projects, since he didn’t have much time to meet up with people and most of his classmates had always treated him different than everyone else. The students would have to decide who they wanted to be with next class. When he got home he sat down in his desk, completing the script from an idea he’d had some time ago. He was surprised when he heard a knock on the door. “Yes?”
He saw his brother opening the door and coming in.
“Jo? Can we talk?”
As much as he loved Terry, Joseph thought he worried too much and he tried helping excessively.
“Oh, yes.”
Joseph sat next to his brother on his bed and looked at him.
“What do you need?”
Terry looked sadly at his brother.
“Joseph, I’ve noticed you’ve been more sad and lost in your mind...What’s wrong?”
He rolled his eyes and thought for a good enough response, so that Terry would leave him alone.
“Look, I’m fine! I just have a lot of worries with my job and my studies, that’s it.”
Joseph was thankful he had such a loving and caring brother, who was really interested on his well being, but he wasn’t used to people looking out for him, so he felt like Terry was doing too much.
“Okay... you know you can talk to me whenever you need, right?I really worry about you, Jo.”
Joseph smiled at Terry, in the end, that’s all the family he had in this planet.
“Yes... thank you Terry, you’re the best.”
Smiling, Terry went out to his own room. There, he looked at the hour, knowing that soon, Joseph would be going to the observatory. Normally, Terry trusted Joseph with everything, but he was worried his brother might had been hiding something from him. That’s why he got ready, and after hearing Joseph leave through the front door, he followed along. When Joseph arrived to his job, he couldn’t stop thinking about the sharp glass in his bag, and what he’d have to do in some time. Thinking of how talking with the stars had been lately, he realised how unhappy he had been feeling. Even if he tried to make the stars happy, they always wanted more, always needed to see more and live more through him. Leaving his thoughts aside, he welcomed the first group of people and started to show them all the formations of the sky. Terry was outside, he entered every now and then avoiding Joseph and left seeing how nothing happened. He mentally beat himself up for not trusting Joseph with this too, in the end he had always been a rather quiet guy and there was nothing too bad with that and considering his background, he couldn’t blame him for being distant sometimes.
#ahit#a hat in time#ahit au#a hat in time au#dj grooves#ahit dj grooves#son of the stars au#ahit fic
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Charred and Gooey
Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader
Modern AU!
-You are on a camping trip with your boyfriend when he tells you he has never had a S'more before.
(Fireball is a term of endearment b/c I too love FireBall)
This little drabble is a part of my “I Want to Getaway Event” Check it out if you want to!
The tent has been pitched and a small campfire is sparking to life as you look around contentedly at the scenery around you. There are treetops and stars as far as the eye can see as you finally feel like you are on vacation.
Closing your eyes you take a deep breath of the fresh mountain air in contentment.
“Y/N,” a voice says loudly “I have found us some sticks.” A mass of golden hair with red tips springs out of the bushed carrying a comically large bundle of sticks of all sizes. He has a few leaves in his hair, but Kyojuro Rengoku is all smiles as he places them down at your feet in accomplishment.
You grin up at him mirroring his enthusiasm as you take two perfect ones from the bundle and setting them aside. "Thank you Kyojuro, i think we have enough to keep the fire going all night."
"What are you doing with the ones you took from the pile?" he asks raising a brow.
"So we can roast Marshmallows and make S'mores." you say pulling your S'mores kit from your bag.
He looks a bit confused, his golden red eyes darting between the still rising flames and the unsealed bag of marshmallows next to you befre lettin out a laugh. “You’re so silly Fireball, we can’t have more Marshmallows if we haven't had any yet.”
“W-what are you talking about Kyo?” you say trying to make sense of what he said but he only stands there content with his flawed reasoning.
"We can't have some more of something if we haven't had any in the first place."
Your jaw drops “Kyojuro, please tell me that you have had a S'more before.” you plead looking at the smiling face of your boyfriend shifting to a rare look of confusion.
He cocks  his head to the side in thought before answering "I don't know what a S'more is, but I would very much like to find out.”
“Okay!” you chirp, your eyes lighting up in excitement of getting to show your extremely capable partner the ropes. “I can show you how to make them.”
.Taking out the supplies you first turn your attention to the marshmallows taking two from the bag and handing one to him to mirror your movements.
Placing the fluffy sweet on the sharped tip of the roasting stick you hover it near the coals turning it gently to make it golden brown and roasty toasty. "All we have to do is roast the Marshmallow and stick it on the graham cracker with a few pieces of chocolate." you say as he nods intently staring at the fire. His golden eyes have an almost magical quality in the firelight, almost as if the flame itself was made for him.
He turns to look at you as well but the mallow catches fire on the stick as he hurriedly blows it out, "I think it's a bit burnt" he laughs examining the charred treat. It slides off the ends of the sick and plops on the ground. "Oh. I think I need a new one."
With a laugh you throw him a new one pulling your own cooking mallow further from the flame cautiously.
By the time both sweets are a perfect golden brown you already have the graham crackers and chocolate prepped and ready to go.
“Are you ready to try your first S’more?” you ask as he eyes up the completed treat the marshmallow oozing around the sides.
The normally loud and enthusiastic Kyojuro is silent as he holds his s’more like a sandwich taking a bit from the runnier side and closes his eyes meditating on the taste.
Shifting in your seat you wait for him to respond “Well? Do you like it?”
"It's Tasty!." he shout practically inhaling the rest of the treat,
You let out a happy giggle before taking a bite of your own, the chocolate is melted perfectly into the graham cracker as the gooey marshmallow acts as the perfect vessel between the layers. "So good," you sigh.
"He admires your blissful face in the firelight before reaching over to you, his thumb gently traces along your lip as you shiver under his touch. It pulls back far too soon for your liking taking some stray chocolate with it and licking it off, his eyes never leaving yours. "It is very Tasty" he smiles "Perhaps I shall make some more."
#kny rengoku#rengoku kyojuro#rengoku x reader#kyojuro rengoku#kyojuro rengoku x reader#kyojuro x reader#demon slayer#kny fluff#rengoku fluff#kyojuro rengoku fluff
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Hey again! I was the one who sent that long ask about making a one shot for the self aware!enstars au—
Firstly, don’t worry I understand it takes time to write something! I’d rather prefer quantity over quality and to be frank, not a lot of people consider the fact that writing fanfics can be kinda hard lol…so don’t worry about it, take your time!
Aside from that, while reading your response, and hearing your own thoughts on the entire yandere genre, I had some of my own and to expand on my idea specifically: like you said, realistically if it were to happen, no one would rush to assume “OMG these little pixels are obsessed over me!!!” I think everyone would just assume it’s some crazy cool easter egg and start bragging about it to their friends haha
But…imagine actually thinking that. For real—I had an idea around it, mostly around the reader, but imagine MC knowing it’s bad. Really, terribly, bad.
It’d play out like, “crap…am I being stalked?” You turn around and see a figure just behind you, only to quickly vanish as soon as you turned. “No, I’m seeing things. It’s the stress. It’s getting to me. I’m making myself delusional. I’m crazy.” You keep repeating this to yourself 5x a day. But there’s this feeling in your gut, brewing inside of you, telling you it’s not you.
This IS your reality, you’re being pursed. It’s not safe. It’s dangerous. But its incredibly hard to believe that, mainly because you’re in an entirely different world. I mean, where the hell are you right now? Are you sure this is your body?
It’d be hard to have one rational thought without being bombarded with even more paranoia. And once the cogs start turning, that logical part of you, it’s a complete contradiction! You’d only berate yourself, say it was unintentional. That person you THINK you saw, you remember them being nice to you earlier. They were helping you around school and making sure you were alright. You can’t just accuse them of stalking you…yet the thought of it makes you itchy. It makes your palms sweaty and keeps you up at night.
So what do you believe? What do you do? How do you cope?
Welcome back and thank you for your understanding! There was a time back when I started out with my blog and I tried to do at least 1 request every day, many of them being scenarios, that I very much regret now. I felt that putting so much emphasis on doing something every day, even if I wasn't feeling like doing it, just for the sake of pushing out content was very much unhealthy both for myself and my creativity. So at the moment I try to only write when I actually want to because not only does it prevent me from burning out too much, but I feel like you can also see if the author had fun writing something and coming up with cool ideas or if they forced themselves to just write something
Right now, I'm probably more active than any other time before and that's because I'm just so happy about being able to talk about an au I really enjoy and to also talk to you guys and listen to your own ideas! It's the type of interaction I feel like I have been missing for some time now so it always makes me feel excited when I see a new ask in my inbox😊
gn reader
tw yandere, obsession, stalking
To move back to your ask, yes you're absolutely right! You wouldn't think that these game characters are in love with you so there would definitely be a good amount of denial on your end. Surely, this can't actually be real? Maybe you just fell asleep in a train and that's how you now found yourself in a completely foreign environment?
But deep down, you would feel that something is wrong, that there's something you're missing and you just can't help but notice that some of the surroundings suspiciously look similar to the ones you saw as backgrounds ingame.
And then there's the pairs of eyes you can sense looking at you no matter where you go. Several times you have tried to carefully glance over your shoulder, only to find no one there. Sometimes, when you walk home late at night, you could swear you could hear a separate pair of footsteps closely behind you, making you pick up your pace before you're outright sprinting home, immediately slamming the door closed once you're safely inside your house. You pull down the blinds and draw the curtains closed because there's a part of your mind that tells you that they still followed you to your doorstep, that you've been watched in your sleep many times before by them and that they won't stop no matter what.
It's terrifying because you instinctively know that there is someone stalking you, sometimes even catching glimpses of their hair when they went to hide behind a corner a little to late. It drives your crazy because you know that they look familiar, like someone you have met before. And yet, the logical part of your mind tells you that it couldn't possibly be true. How likely is it that a video game character is obsessed with you and stalks you? Are you really sure about this or are you just imagining things?
Maybe the only way to know for sure is to set up secret security cameras outside your house to catch your supposed stalker in the act. But you hesitate. Do you really want to know? Do you want the the undeniable proof that you're in danger because of someone you thought you could trust?
#anon ask#self aware au#ensemble stars self aware au#yandere self aware au#yandere self aware ensemble stars au#enstars x reader#ensemble stars x reader#yandere ensemble stars#yandere enstars#yandere ensemble stars x reader#gn reader#enstars#ensemble stars#yandere#cw yandere#cw stalking#cw obsession#yandere x reader
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