You came across a realisation. Your boss' favour towards you wasn't exactly platonic. (Part of the 'Utter Devotion' series)
Realisation headcanons
How would he react if you left him?
Tangerine (Bullet Train)
Saviour Complex (Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3)
One night, you're pushed straight into an incoming train, causing everything to go black. When your eyes open up once more, you find yourself in a completely different country and face-to-face with your favourite character whose demise was right around the corner. Too attached to the man, you find yourself hatching a plan to save him - unaware of the consequences.
Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)
"You always were too smart..."
The Woodsboro massacre was a case that had been announced to be closed as soon as it was opened. The answer was obvious, right? There were two witnesses after all. Mr Prescott snapped, killed a bunch of kids, then shot himself in the head as a result of the nearing anniversary of his wife's death—two of your close friends confirmed it. Why, then, did you feel the need to meddle? Why couldn't you just mind your own goddamn business?!
Hobie Brown (Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse)
Inconsistent
In which, Hobie Brown confuses the shit out of you.
Judging Aunties
You just wanted to enjoy a nice family gathering with your boyfriend but of course your very rude and judgy aunties had to say something because why would they ever let you be happy? Luckily for you, Hobie loved you too much to let them get in the way.
Likkle Sleepy Darling
Hobie was just enjoying a gentle cuddle session with you but of course the youngens had to get in the way of it.
Miles Morales (Spiderverse)
Bereavement (Part 1 | Part 2)
Miles is missing, and all you can think about is getting him back. Upon finally finding him, however, you're taken aback by the copy that stands beside him—the same copy that was staring at you with wide, shaking eyes full of... disbelief?
Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact)
Protection
You left the confines of your household to explore the world only to realise that you went from one prison to another. Some would say it was for your own protection though. (Part of the 'Utter Devotion' series)
Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax (Genshin Impact)
Retribution
You seeked retribution for the death of your master. Unfortunately, that led you into the arms of the very being you wished death upon. (Part of the 'Utter Devotion' series)
Al-Haitham (Genshin Impact)
Yandere Al-Haitham Scenario
Your friend's roommate was really starting to creep you out. How is he always wherever you are?
Jung Hi (LoveUnholyc)
Frustration
Your neighbour is in a constant state of frustration due to you thinking of him as more of a little brother than a potential love interest. Once he reaches his limit, he snaps. (Part of the 'Utter Devotion' series)
Camilo Madrigal (Encanto)
Adoration
Your village was bursting with joy at the news delivered to them by what looked like you. Upon finding out your best friend had posed as you to tell a lie, you furiously confronted him, only to meet his gaze filled with adoration. (Part of the 'Utter Devotion' series)
Utter Devotion Series
Protection
You left the confines of your household to explore the world only to realise that you went from one prison to another. Some would say it was for your own protection though.
Frustration
Your neighbour is in a constant state of frustration due to you thinking of him as more of a little brother than a potential love interest. Once he reaches his limit, he snaps.
Apparition
You loved the day of the dead, it was just such a lovely festival filled with so much colour and warmth. You just never expected to actually come across an apparition yourself.
Retribution
You seeked retribution for the death of your master. Unfortunately, that led you into the arms of the very being you wished death upon.
Deception
A prank gone wrong, now you needed to rely on your deception skills to trick the school delinquent into thinking you were in love with him. Unfortunately, it worked too well
Elation
You and your group of friends stumbled across ancient ruins on a trip for your holidays. This, however, led you all to people who found themselves in a state of elation within your presence.
Realisation
You came across a realisation. Your boss' favour towards you wasn't exactly platonic.
Adoration
Your village was bursting with joy at the news delivered to them by what looked like you. Upon finding out your best friend had posed as you to tell a lie, you furiously confronted him, only to meet his gaze filled with adoration.
Dictation
A petty thief thought he could get away with stealing from you, slandering your name and regarding your dictation with scorn. Thankfully, your beloved knight was there to put him in his place.
In Grief and In Mourning Series
Right Way Up Series (STRANGER THINGS)
Ideas and Random Oneshots
Sahiau (Self-aware honkai impact au)
Sagau
Sagau X Honkai Impact 3rd
An imposter au where you are immediately able to fight back because you have your Honkai Impact 3rd characters, who could recognise you at first glance, with you.
Making a post because I have detected TWO plagiarizers of my work 😀 TWO. Which is crazy because when did I ever allow you to use my story, Muzzle? Man, no one ever asked me for permission to post my shit onto CHARACTER AI, when I’m so obviously against AI. Sadly I can’t message one of these people, so if you see this, then please take my character Kieran down from your bots. I don’t care if you credited me, I don’t like my characters and works being fed into AI and being used by AI. And to the other person that I found and messaged (thanks to a lovely person on my Discord server who informed me of you), please delete your mafia bot that you copied and paste from my writing. And if anyone else knows about plagiarizers on character ai, any other ai platform, or on a writing website- tell me now. Thank you.
IMAGINE YOU'RE READING A YANDERE!STALKER X F!READER FIC—
—and you start to notice things. Little things.
Like how the MC lives in a house or apartment just like you do. Or how she has a favourite mug near identical to your own, same dent in its handle and everything. Or how the reference image for her room looks suspiciously similar to the room you wake up in every day.
Okay. So maybe not little things.
You squint, rubbing your eyes a bit harsher than you do in the mornings, but to no use, the image is still there when your vision clears up.
"How the fuck..?"
Then something else occurs to you. Something strange and downright disturbing (or, at least, more disturbing than finding a picture of your own room in some random fanfiction you're reading).
The picture doesn't look to be taken from a window or anywhere outside—no, with that angle... it's taken directly from your doorway.
This person has been inside your home.
A shiver runs down your spine.
"What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?"
You try to rack your brain for any sort of sane conclusion. A joke, maybe. A prank, possibly. Maybe one of your friends found out about your fanfic obsession and decided to play a practical joke on you.
Except no, they weren't the type. Hermits. Stayed in their rooms and refused to leave so much that you've had several outings cancelled last minute because at least one of them (including you) has an excuse not to go.
So if not your friends... then who the fuck took a picture of your room, without your knowledge, inside your own fucking house?
Except it's not. And you are definitely panicking.
"Fucking shit."
You can't help it, your eyes trailing back to the words on screen like a moth to a flame.
It's just the start of the fic, and the protagonist is getting ready for work, the same job that you have, when she opens the door and finds a box at her feet, scented and signed: your secret admirer.
Your eyes trail to your door.
You take one step forward. Then two. Then three.
The hinges groan with age.
And there, at your feet, scented and signed: Your secret admirer.
Your hand cups your mouth, and the whole world tilts for a moment, something wet beginning to line the bottom of your lids as you lift your phone up to your face, opening the comment section with just one tap of your thumb.
'Aww, he calls himself our secret admirer? So cute!'
'Omggg, I've always wanted a yandere stalker!!'
'He left a gift??? He better than my man frfr'
Your hand is shaking, and the world is spinning, and you can feel the start of something burning climbing up your throat.
And your thumbs start moving faster than you can think.
'You think this is funny? I know what you're doing, you sick fuck. And soon the cops will too'
Instantly, your phone lights up with a notification.
A/N: Don't mind me, I wrote this to show my friend how she can write cuddling hcs as well (I'm a bit rusty from not writing hcs in so long though,,,) (also forgot how to format this stuff grghrhr)
also unedited unfortunately
Heathcliff is unusually and uncharacteristically timid when the two first start sleeping in the same bed.
For someone who acted very brash and abrasive upon your first meeting, as well as someone who acted exactly like that for the entirety of the time you knew him, you were expecting him to act all arrogant and cocky the moment he got into bed with you... not for him to hide his face in his hands due to how flustered he was.
For the first few nights, he doesn't dare touch you. The most "cuddling" you get is his hand hovering over your body before he retracts it back to his side and turns his back towards you, embarrassed.
The following nights are only slightly better. He's timid as he asks if he can hold your hand, struggling with the words as he tries to get the question out. When you accept, he's beyond overjoyed as if what you agreed to was marrying him instead of holding hands while the two of you slept.
It's only then that the distance between the two of you slowly closes. You initially allowed him to take charge — if you could even call it that — for a different reason, but now it was so that he set his own pace and was comfortable with your arrangement.
The closest you get during this time is the two of you facing one another in your sleep, your hands being held in both of his as he played with your fingers to lull himself to sleep, when the defeat of the pallid whale changes your dynamic once more.
The signs had already been there, but now they're amplified by a thousand. The anxiety on his face was so obvious to see and he closed himself off once more, the difference between now and before being that he felt much more distant now. But at the same time, he didn't feel that distant.
Only during the late hours and only when he was sure that you were asleep did you hear him shuffle in bed before pressing against your back. You could feel the small tremors all over his body as he hid his face in your back and breathed in your scent. He never did anything more than that, as if all that he was doing was a way to calm his nerves for whatever fate awaited him. Whether doing that much was enough to calm him down properly, you weren't sure, but you didn't want to bring it up during a conversation and scare him away from doing the one thing that brought him comfort.
The following days are tense, the nights even more so. All of it seemed to bubble up until violently breaking out of the container they were held up in, followed by those feelings being let out properly later on. Heathcliff came out of it not with happiness but instead resolution glimmering inside his eyes.
He had changed for the positive, you were sure of it, yet you were ill-prepared for the nights that you'd be spending with him from then on.
Just on the first night after you left the mansion behind, Heathcliff doesn't hesitate to envelop you in his arms the moment you lie down on the bed. He holds you tightly against his chest as if you're something— someone precious that he can't afford to lose, he holds you as if that's where you belong right there in his arms.
Though as far as either of you are concerned, it may as well be.
Luffy lives wholly in the moment and seeks adventure, often attracting trouble wherever he goes. He is so unapologetically, authentically himself that nobody can help themselves – their true colours come forth around him; he brings out the best and the worst in people, depending on their personal moral compass. He is a beacon of hope, so bright and warm, so lively and wild. Anyone would believe in happiness and a purpose when travelling with him, but his forever allegiance lies with you because you complement him. You nurture his freedom-driven explorations because you believe in him, you believe in your friends and Luffy sparked that same assuredness in yourself, too. You were pulled into his world as soon as you met him, but neither of you expected you to merge your visions for a happy world. He made you feel hopeful, softer, kinder… you don’t have to pretend anymore. He knows that you’ve been so strong for too long. He’s seen it, that’s why he recruited you. That magnetic pull towards you was magical and it made him want to pursue a world where you wouldn’t have to hide to save face anymore. He wanted you to peer into his eyes and see you in them.
You deserve to be free.
ZORO
…thorough.
Zoro is a fiercely independent man who chases his dream and does everything he can to ensure that his end goal won’t be up to fate – his success, due to his efforts, can’t be measured in probabilities, they’re certainties. One of his core beliefs is that he’s the architect of his own future, that he can carve out his own path and mould the world to his liking if he just tries hard enough. He doesn’t care how arduous his chosen path is, he’ll gladly face every challenge and shoulder every bit of pain… since he’s confident enough that he won’t break under pressure. You’ve been an unmovable force, a damn thorn in his side, for quite some time now, you’re so stubborn in your care for him that he couldn’t help but perceive you – truly perceive you. He admired your spirit, acknowledged your quiet strength and continuos efforts. He sees himself mirrored in your soul because you’ve been with him so consistently. He’d adopted your habits without him noticing. Your presence makes him want to be a man you can be proud of. He’d promise to take better care of himself and try his best to be open about his emotions with you. He made you feel confident, whole and equal. He’ll take on your demons if you, as his equal, help him confront his.
You deserve to be protected.
USOPP
…kind.
People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and you don’t quite understand that sentiment until Usopp isn’t around for you to lean on one day. Maybe he’s been assigned to stay back and watch the ship, maybe he’s looking at cute little trinkets near the harbour… whatever it is, you suddenly realise that Usopp is the glue that keeps this crew together. He is so open-minded and funny that everyone feels welcome in his presence; he turns your friend group into a community and he makes you feel included in every aspect of his life, shares every conversation with you and trusts you blind. He is devoted to your comfort because you look behind the carefully-constructed mask he wears, you take over when his social battery has run dry and you reassure him that both of his parents would be proud of the person he’s become. He feels a connection to you that goes beyond usual conventions. Most often, he cannot even put it into words how lucky he thinks he is. He is loyal to you and wants you to view him as part of your family. He dreams of watching you achieve your dreams with him as your forever home and save haven.
You deserve to be seen.
SANJI
…gentle.
Sanji loves to make people feel special and strives to do better. If he can put a smile on someone’s face, he’s done his deed and he lawfully approaches every day with the same quaint attitude. He knows that life can be hard – it can be so, so hard. That’s exactly why he cannot stand anyone piling onto someone else’s plight. Maybe that’s why he’s taken such a liking to you. You’re just like him, eager to make yourself useful and help your friends whenever you can… at the same time, just like him, you don’t see your own worth. A happy relationship grows out of an ironically selfish desire to make you see yourself for who you are. He naively thought that helping you would help him, but all it did was reveal your innermost thoughts and feelings and he found himself so in tune with you that he, as a hopeless romantic, finally felt like he’s found his match. Sanji can be intense and he knows it, you are great at communicating your likes and dislikes and he treasures your honestly. Knowing that he’s your safe place has him seeing stars whenever you’re near, you’re that important to him. Also, your sweetness only fuels his desire for a happy world, and he’ll be by your side for as long as you’ll have him.
You deserve to be cared for.
FRANKY
…exciting.
Franky knows that he’s unconventional. His life’s work literally breathed life into him and gave him a second chance at the game. His mind is so vast and feeds on his own curiosity and his longing for spectacular experiences. He is the heart of any party and entertains every joke, every conversation and loves seeing just how diverse people can be in personality and looks alike. It makes him feel less like an anomaly and more like an appreciator of surprises. He knows that he’s bold, passionate and confident, but you cared enough to explore all parts of his personality like it was second nature. You stuck around, watched him tinkering away well into the deep night when the mood turns sombre, and you never seemed to mind. No, when he went quiet, you started talking his ear off… just to cheer him up. That sold him on the idea of a relationship. He thinks so highly of you, thinks that your energy works super well with his natural charm and he adores bouncing off of different topics with your much appreciated input. You complete him in ways he didn’t think were possible. Your creativity and ideas for silly project make the gears in his head turn and before you know it, you’re both drafting up a blueprint for a gimmick nobody but you two would ever appreciate.
You deserve to smile.
BROOK
…deep.
Brook inspires people effortlessly. He encourages everyone to chase their dreams and stroll about the path of life at their own pace and on their own terms. He’s known hardships and he wishes to shield others from those feelings of melancholy and sorrow, even if he knows that working through every bit of pain gives one the tools to walk through life with a little more resilience. Still, he wishes to influence people with his music and give them a break from their everyday troubles, make them forget… it makes him feel useful, like he’s a part of something that makes being somewhat alive truly worth it. You saw right through that… immediately, too. You two were in complete harmony, you understood him wordlessly and the way you carried your own baggage with pride, shockingly, inspired him. You made him feel like his entire existence amounted to something. He longs for a soul-binding connection and a strong, secure relationship. Brook may need some time to trust and let go, but once he’s in, you’ve found a partner for life. He just wishes you’d look at yourself with the same innocent wonder you grace him with, laugh at your own jokes the way you laugh at his – you’re his muse, his everything. Life isn’t quite as scary when you’re with him, he knows that you can rely on each other as he slowly copes with his decades old loneliness with you by his side.
You deserve to trust.
JINBE
...easy.
Jinbe was so wise, so admirable, so… him. It was impossible to not feel secure in his presence. He’d always been naturally observant and thus, caring for others is second nature to him. Expressing his emotions isn’t a matter of pride for him, he’s just so easy-going and calm that he may seem cold to those who don’t know him, but his heart is always set aflame from passion alone. He feels and thinks deeply about others, engages in soul-searching conversation and never shies away from giving a good piece of advice to those who might want it. Without even thinking about it, he started taking care of you and remembered the little things that mattered – he wasn’t just available, he was there. Jinbe made you feel like your problems didn’t matter so much, he’s seen you through your highest highs and lowest lows, and it didn’t matter once. He only saw your heart, your soul, your mind… and he adored it all, no matter what you thought about it. You were a part of his crew, his friends, his family… knowing that you were just as fond of him as he was of you was a blessing. His love is mature, deeply respectful, and binds your souls together. You feel as though you are one.
I was wondering if you plan to continue right way up, the Yandere stranger things fic ? I’ve reread it so many times, I absolutely adore it!! I never see enough yandere stranger things anything, especially with my fave three!
No pressure though, I was just curious but I totally understand if you’re not feeling the motivation for that fic!
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Hello!! First of all, thank you for phrasing this so kindly and not demanding anything of me 💞
Second of all, I'm not going to discontinue the story, because I do truly like what I did with it, I just need to find the motivation to get back to writing for it 💔
Thank you for all your patience, you have no idea how much it means to me that you keep rereading something I wrote, it's truly an honour. Have a nice day 💞💞💞
Heya sorry to disturb ya but talking about AI, how to notice if the writing are ai or not? Imma reader so yeah :P
Sure! I'm really glad that the whole AI discussion seems to actually be making a sort of change here. I sorta expected for my words to fall on deaf ears, but that is not the case. So that makes me really happy!
Anyways, just to make this extra thorough, I consulted with the council (my writing mutuals) to ask their opinions on the best way to tell between AI writing and real writing. To some it may come across as an easy difference to spot, but to others it may not be so obvious. So I hope this does help you and others pick apart the AI from the real work!
AI Art
Red flag number one. To me, this is the most obvious sign. As AI art is a bit more obvious to see. There's usually inconsistencies in lighting, awkward lines, too shiny, oversaturated, etc. If you see someone use AI art as a cover for their story or within the chapters, the user is likely using AI in other ways too. If they're okay with using AI in art, they're probably okay with using AI in writing. Which isn't okay.
2. Pacing
This is also a big one. Writers are busy, we got lives and things to do, believe it or not. So if you see a story or account that's just pumping out heaps of content in a small amount of time, that is highly suspicious.
Of course there's people who can write a lot in a short amount of time or who have the time to write frequently, but I can tell you, if you see a story less than a year old that has HUNDREDS of pages of content, something about that is off. Usually, not all the time, it's AI. Because it's very quick for people to just type prompts and get the AI to make tons of content in a small amount of time when real work actually takes a lot of time.
Just check out the frequency of updates and the amount that is being given with each update, and you can probably make logical conclusions from there.
3. Author Notes/Comments
This is a hit or miss, but I've noticed a pattern here. From the AI fics that I've seen, I assume that most of them are written by users who did not have English as their first language. How can I tell? Their words.
These users might leave a note or a comment, and sometimes it's hardly readable, other times it is readable but there's a lot of mistakes in basic words, and on occasion their English is good but there's still flaws. Yet somehow, they can write pages and pages of a story with perfect English? Yeah, that don't make sense.
4. Writing Style
This is a lengthy one, as there's a lot of telltale signs in the writing itself that can reveal whether or not it's written by AI. I'll be breaking this down into more parts, just because there's a lot here.
Definitions - For this one, I'll give an example, without going into specifics of titles or anything. However, I saw a story recently, where something happened. And the line essentially went "And the crowd gasped– a collective intake of breath." See what's wrong with this line? Why are we, the readers, being told the definition of a gasp? People should know what that is. There's no reason for that to be there. So if a written portion includes a word, then defines what that word is, something is wrong.
Emotion - AI work is very stiff, robotic. It does not portray emotion well, if at all. As I mentioned once before, there's no passion in it. Any emotional scenes AI does write, feels very stale and lifeless. It doesn't invoke emotion as it should.
Characterization - This one is iffy. AI work tends to get characters wrong, like they'll make dialogue for a character but that character would never say that. Or they'll make a character do something but the character would never do that. Things like that. It's because AI doesn't truly grasp characters. The most it'll do is if given a set of character traits, it'll try to emulate that character solely based off the given traits, but often come up with multiple flaws and just totally get the character wrong. However, I say that is iffy because people do write characters differently. Sometimes, people totally write a character wrong and it's not AI.
Vocabulary - Another iffy one, but in all the AI works I've seen, they tend to try to use a high level vocabulary. Iffy because some real writers do write very eloquently with high vocabulary, but usually with AI, it sounds like an essay. You can also include excessive descriptions on this, especially descriptions that don't matter and have no real importance to the story. AI does that a lot.
Tone Shifts - AI doesn't have good memory, for the most part, so they can change tones of the story very quickly that it might seem jarring and out of place. If you look closely, this'll reveal if it's AI or not, especially is the tone shift is accidental and caused by the AI messing up. This can included repeated phrases, which also might seem out of place. It can especially be seen in chapter stories, as one chapter might read or feel a certain way and the next chapter reads completely different. There's no consistency.
Focus - AI tends to focus on tell. Tell and not show, when most writers try to focus on show don't tell. Here's an example, since this one might be hard to conceptualize. AI might write something like "He looked around suspiciously" versus a person who might write "He avoided eye contact, glancing around at anything else but you." See the difference? The first example is tell, the second example is show don't tell.
Long sentences - I have yet to have seen an AI fic with short sentences. All AI fics I've seen thus far have the tendency to write in long sentences.
Okay, I think I covered the basics of everything that was mentioned. At least, that's all that was brought up and could be thought of. I sincerely hope this helps, y'all. Remember, support real writers, not AI users ✨
hi dear author! i hope your doing good:) sorry if this is rude but can i ask when you will publish the next chapter of in the midst of a storm? take your time, your writing is beautiful <3 <3
Ahhhh I'll get to it my friend, I'm sooooo sorry 😭🙏 I just wanna write a bit more on my ao3 and then I will post the next chapter of my cowboy fic for you guys 🤠
Thank you for your compliment though, I truly don't deserve it 🥹💞💞💞
Synopsis: You always were too quick to celebrate. Maybe that's why he caught up to you.
Warnings: death, murder, gore, mentions of sexual content (implicit), threat/violence, depictions of toxic relationships, unreliable narrator
IT WAS JUST PAST NOON WHEN YOU FIRST HEARD THE NEWS SPEAK OF HIS ESCAPE.
You were lounging around, elbows rested on the kitchen island and head dancing somewhere in the clouds, when you heard them say it: his name.
You hadn't even been paying attention—you were daydreaming for god's sake!—and yet, the word was impossible to miss, to ignore.
Maybe you misheard. Yeah, you must've. There was no way, there was just no way, he was free. Not now, not a whole decade later.
Yeah, you definitely misheard.
You just imagined that woman saying his name, visualised it in your head as a way to cope with what you did. It was just a reminder—a guilty conscience. Yeah, it was just... just...
"Turn it up."
A head whipped around. "Huh?"
"You heard me, Finn, turn it up."
Finn's expression shifted, features scrunching up into a scowl. Though it didn't seem sincere, and it didn't seem hateful either, probably mildly annoyed at best—
"Since when were you interested in the news?"
—still, whether it was sincere or not was the last thing you cared about.
"Just turn it up!"
"Okay! Gheez!"
You hadn't the time to feel any sense of remorse for snapping like that—couldn't even if you wanted to—not when the prospect of that man being on the loose snatched you up by the neck, clawing at your airways like a hawk against prey; merciless and cruel; callous and unforgiving.
"Thank you, Mary. As you can see here, I am currently at the New County Prison right where Kaydence Karime escaped—"
There it was again: that name.
"Now, Kaydence was convicted ten years ago for brutally murdering ten young adults with seemingly no guilt. It was decided that he would be getting a life sentence as soon as it..."
Convicted for brutally murdering ten young adults...
There was no denying it now, they were talking about him. He had come back. Ten years later and he had come back. Why? To haunt you perhaps? Give you some semblance of false hope that you could get away?—that if you ran far enough, fast enough, he wouldn't be able to catch you?
Foolish. You were foolish and the world knew it too. Your sins were closely tailing you, waltzing around you in a grand ballroom; one with all the doors closed—kept shut using the tightest of shackles and the sturdiest of locks. Impossible to escape, hopeless to even try.
"—sis!"
The world wobbled around you and, for a split second (just the briefest of moments), you thought it was the fault of no one but yourself—though, fortunately, you were quick to recognise the warmth of hands wrapped around your shoulders. Unfortunately, you weren't as fast at recognising the face they belonged to.
Maybe you had gone mental—lost all your screws and chucked them so far down a bottomless pit, there was no hope of regaining sanity—but you swore—you swore it was him, it was Kaydence that was shaking you, and he was asking you the very same words he asked you that day:
"How fucking could you?!"
"Sis!"
You blinked. And he was gone—replaced by the scrunched up features of your brother, different to how they were just moments ago—more worried.
He was crouched down, the glow of the TV hugging his silhouette, and you were on the floor. How did you get on the floor?
"Are you okay?" His features softened when you finally met his eyes, shoulders falling as though he was just told that some sort of lifelong debt was relieved of him.
You sniffled, nodding your head.
But it was a lie, and it was so clear to see with the way your eyes puffed up and the glistening trail on your cheeks seemed unrelenting. You were never too good at hiding your emotions.
"C'mon, let's get you something to drink."
That night, you couldn't find it in yourself to sleep—much less breathe—only able to toss and turn in your sheets with your eyes squeezed shut, because how could they be open when everywhere you looked, you saw him?—when everywhere you breathed, it was the same free air he now had the luxury of access to?
You could already see him again; youthful and boyish just as you remembered all those years ago. He was coated in it—in that concentrated crimson—but you were too. And if he was coated, then you were drenched.
It was sticky all over, but even through the layers and layers of ill-begotten liquid, of the vital fluid that made up the veins of every living, breathing being out there, you could still make out the smile on his lips.
No, that wasn't a smile—it was vicious; nasty and too proud of what had been done to be a smile. A smirk, maybe; a grin, possibly—but not a smile, never a smile.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Beautiful?—you glanced around—far from it.
"This could definitely beat Picasso's works any day."
He took a step your way, a sickening 'squelch' accompanying him.
"Wouldn't you agree, sweetheart?"
He kept going—getting closer and closer with each stride, nearer and nearer with each breath.
His movements were slow, but large; few, but calculated. Whenever he approached you, a strange sense of... something washed over you. It was hard to describe, really. Maybe inevitability? Like... like he would definitely arrive by your side no matter what; no matter how long.
"Or maybe this isn't so much your scene anymore?"
Home—you were at home now, but it didn't feel much like home at all. It was cold—desolate. Finn wasn't here and neither was that sense of belonging, that comfort you usually felt upon entering the place you decided to settle down in ten years ago.
You weren't safe—
—because he was here—stood before you with his head tilted, gaze unblinking—and that gross liquid was still underneath you, still covering you.
"What? You thought you could just run from this? Pretend it never happened and go about your life as normal?"
He was taunting you, laughing with derision as he heckled you mercilessly—poking and prodding; pulling and yanking.
"I'm coming for you. Just wait for me, will you, pretty girl?"
With that, he shoved you—
—and you awoke with a jolt.
It was warm—really warm. You had to throw the sheets off because of how unbearable the heat was. But, almost as soon as you did, the sticky liquid you were covered in grew cold against the surface of your skin.
Breathe, Y/N, breathe. It was just a dream.
More like a nightmare.
Your hands rose to your face, wiping it clean of the sweat that covered its surface.
Then, you glanced to your side—the glaring screen of your alarm clock greeting you with the large, prominent numbers: 19:40.
Just exactly what time did you fall asleep last night? And how did you manage to sleep most of the day away?
This was no good—hauling yourself up like this, wasting away in your home while he was out there doing God knew what. You couldn't let him win. You had ran before, you could do it again. All you had to do was outpace him until the cops had him on lock once more. Simple enough, you were always faster than him anyway.
Yeah, he wouldn't be able to catch up to you.
The floorboards creaked under your weight as you began to make your way over to the door, twisting the knob open before climbing down the stairs—heading straight to the kitchen.
It was empty, no sign of Finn anywhere. But, there was a sign that he had been there—a little yellow square attached to the fridge, reading: 'Sorry, had to go out. Do me a favour and grab us some groceries? We're out of eggs and milk. You don't have to, shoot me a text if you can't, otherwise, I'll just assume you did lol.'
A good excuse to get out, if you did say so yourself. And while you made your way to the grocery store, you could work on getting a grip.
The news of his escape was just released yesterday, there was plenty of time before you actually had to start moving again. In the meantime, you could relax and enjoy yourself.
Yeah, relax and enjoy yourself.
With that thought in mind, you set off.
It was dark outside, pitch black as the deepest parts of the sea, but you willed yourself to ignore it, to stop seeing silhouettes around every corner you peeked through.
It was hard but doable—if only due to the reassurance of him not being able to possibly know where you were at the moment. You could imagine his frustration at that fact, the way he'd probably toss a chair across the room in a fit of anger—a temper tantrum, if you would.
Only kids threw temper tantrums, and kids couldn't measure up to you, they weren't level-headed enough—too slow. You could beat a child in a race so you sure as hell could beat Kaydence in one too.
Speaking of races, you seemed to have lost one today—and that was the race to buy a batch of eggs before they were all sold-out.
"Well shit. Sorry Finn."
Luckily, there was still some milk in stock, so you had that going for you at least.
The store was mostly quiet, with only a few people lingering for some last minute shopping, so you were able to quickly purchase everything you needed and head back outside.
It was darker than before somehow—colder too, which wasn't anything new when it came to this time of year, but still something to note.
...or maybe it wasn't anything to note—maybe you were just trying to find something to distract yourself with, to drain the full bathtub that was your brain and its tendency to overthink dry.
Regardless, it ended up successfully stunting your paranoia anyway, because you arrived at the doorstep of your house in next to no time, and before you even knew it, your keys were clinking together as you fumbled with the lock.
The door opened with a click, one that echoed through the empty hall—your footsteps following not long after.
The skin of your elbow met with the cold of the kitchen switch, one arm lugging the milk onto the counter as the room was engulfed in light.
Then, you froze.
You froze because... because it wasn't possible, right? Your eyes were deceiving you, working with your brain to force you into playing some cruel game of jump rope, one that entangled your limbs and had you tumbling to the floor like a fool. But it didn't matter, because at the end of the day, it wasn't real—he wasn't actually here—so you didn't mind looking like a fool.
But then you heard his voice, and the rose-coloured lenses you wore shattered before your very eyes.
"Y'know, I've gotta hand it to you, sweetheart—you're good."
It was different to how you remembered, how it sounded in the dream—more mature. It held years of experience behind it; years that you, yourself, lacked because of your foolish complacency.
Your arrogance led you here, to this very moment that had your head swirling and your heart beating straight out of your chest as you whispered:
"Kaydence."
His lips tugged up. "In the flesh."
"How..." you trailed off, all too aware of how your body seemed to be... shaking, "How did you..?"
"Turns out I'm not the only one you've pissed off during your time in this world. Crazy, huh?"
His grin was different—sly rather than mischievous, knowing rather than clueless.
A lot about him had changed actually. For starters, he no longer held those boyish features you remembered so well—they were a lot more defined now, sharpened. His hair too; that iconic fade you once knew was no more, now falling over his face in multiple dreads that only seemed to amplify his new look.
But he was still Kaydence; he was still the same man you dated ten years ago.
He was still the same man you left for dead.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
He took a step your way, slow and steady, and that familiar sense of inevitability washed over you again. It was harrowing—hauntingly present and unjustly consuming; breathing suddenly seemed like too big of a feat to accomplish, and even something as trivial as keeping yourself upright was draining you of your strength.
"Weird. You were so vocal when cops were on our ass, wonder what changed now?"
You were choking up, lungs having failed you, but he just kept speaking and speaking and speaking—so you copied; you took what strength remained of you and copied.
"Kaydence." His name; his name was the opening of your sentence—one laced in disbelief, in breathless awe that spanned as far as the ear could hear as you continued, "Let's... talk about this."
"What happened to 'Kades', pretty girl?" purred he, eyes slitted. "You used to love calling me that."
"Kaydence..."
He was closer now, but you remained incapacitated, out of commission and unable to move. Why? Perhaps it still hadn't registered. Perhaps you believed this was still part of that dream you supposedly woke up from earlier. Who was to say?
One thing was for sure, though, and that was the fact that you were not ready for this; dream or no dream.
"Did you miss me, babe?"
Did you miss him? No, not at all.
"Y'know, I really didn't expect it..."—c'mon, Y/N, move already!—"You had me fooled, I genuinely thought it was us against the world..."
There it was: the waver in his voice, the crack within the wall of calm.
"Ten years..." His head threw itself down, a light scoff leaving his lips. "I spent ten years in that goddamn cell."
You took a step back. He was too close.
"Ten years wondering why... why'd you do it?"
It shook more now—his voice—and his head was still aimed down, fingers beginning to curl up in a way that made you tense.
"Why'd it seem to come out of your mouth so..." he paused for a minute, sounding lost and so, so confused, before finally breathing out, "easily? You didn't even hesitate... did all those nights we spent together mean nothing to you?"
Then it rose; his head rose, eyes peeking out between dreads to really stare at you.
You parted your lips... but nothing came out.
And just like that, his expression hardened, turning into steel before your very eyes—stone-cold, hard steel.
"D'you get another man since I left?"
Another step your way.
"Does he know how sick you are in the head?—what you're hiding under that pretty girl persona?"
Another step back.
"Does he know that most of it weren't even me?—that it was you?"
Your back hit the counter.
"Does he know you like I do? Does he love you like I did?!"
Then, he lunged.
He moved fast. Faster than he did ten years ago. But you were fast too; you always were. So you dove. To your left and straight out of his way—just in time as well; a second too late and the counter he crashed into would've been you.
Though perhaps imagining that was no use, seeing as he seemed hellbent on crashing into you anyway—what with how he jumped at you again just moments after the first time.
You evaded, of course.
Lunge after lunge, miss after miss—he kept going at it like a wild animal, brows furrowed and eyes locked onto you akin to a homing missile; one ready to drive itself through you, to mercilessly demolish your insides in its spite-filled fury.
The thought was enough to send a shudder down your spine. And it also should've been enough to keep you going.
But your limbs—your limbs were failing you, hitting you with sharp bursts of pain at random intervals and—oh god, were they gonna give up on you? Leave you for dead?
Shit. Shit.
You had to end this—end him—if you wanted any shot at living. And you had to do it now.
There was no time left for thinking, only doing—so you did what you had to; you grabbed the first thing that stood out to you.
Cold and smooth was its surface, sharp and deadly was its pointed end, and its purpose? Well, it certainly wasn't to kill. But when did that ever matter to you?
When did you ever care?
Never—was the answer. And so you swung, you swung with all your might, with all your pent up frustration from that itch that begged to be scratched inside you for the past ten years.
But you were rusty, and he had been training.
"Fuck!"
It was your own fault, really. How could you have expected to best a man who was trapped in prison for ten years with nothing to do but train for this very moment?
You lost before the fight had even begun.
And because of your insolence, he overcame you easily—knife practically slipping out from between your fingertips in favour of resting in his own.
But if you were about to die, then you were about to die an annoying little shit.
You tackled him.
The strength it took was nothing short of all you could muster, and you feared none would be left over for you to successfully take the knife back. But you would try to regardless—you would roll and roll and roll regardless, stretching your fingertips like they were rubber, desperate for that cool touch against your skin once more.
But karma was a bitch. And you were due your time.
So it was inevitable, the way he loomed over you in some dramatic finale fashion, one that would spell the end of your life—an end you didn't wish for but were forced to endure nevertheless. Because how could you resist when your limbs were weighing you down?—when they felt like solid metal anvils unfairly pushing against you?
Everything was just so heavy. Gravity was clearly not your friend—though, at this point, nothing was.
Your heart beat loudly against your ears—a rhythm of pure discontent, of fear for... for...
Was this it? Were you truly about to die?—here, laying beneath your former lover as his legs were thrown over either one of your sides, arms aimed at the sky and wrapped tight around that handle.
Ah, you should've never let down your guard.
In some last, ditch effort to somehow survive this ordeal, you threw your hands in front of your face, spreading your fingers out like it would do anything.
Then, you shut your eyes.
A beat passed...
Two...
Three...
Were you dead? Had it happened so fast, you didn't even notice?—or feel pain for that matter?
From nothing to colour, the world revealed itself to you once again, but most of it was blocked by your own hands, so you lowered them; you lowered them and were immediately met with the pointed tip of the very weapon you brought out.
It was just an inch away; so close, you could almost breathe in the metal particles, taste them on your tongue.
For a moment, it was all you could see. But that was only just a moment. Soon, his eyes were staring straight into your own, and a 'clatter' echoed from the other side of the kitchen.
He was so close; nose inches away from your own and breath too hot against your skin, tickling your lashes and flooding you with warmth.
Was he always so handsome?—so capable of making everything in you tingle the way that it did?
It had been so long; so long since you last felt the touch of his skin against your own, the warmth of his lips and the lust in his gaze. So long since he stole the rug right out from under you and forced you to fall straight into his arms.
If things were any different, perhaps you would have actually found yourself falling for Kaydence—truly, deeply falling for him, not just some little infatuation you easily disposed of when it was most convenient to you, some guy who was nothing more than a mere scapegoat.
Instead, all you could do was stare up at him, pupils shrivelled in and shaking; though not in any sort of love—rather, fear.
But then something wet fell onto your cheek, and that fear slowly mixed in with confusion.
It took you a moment to realise where it was coming from—or perhaps, you knew and simply chose not to believe it. But the evidence was right there, in the form of the puffy pair of eyes staring back at you, the clouded storm of sorrow you could do nothing but gaze at through a window—the only barrier separating you from the raging thunder that was your former partner.
But that barrier was slowly giving way, and that thunder was growing closer and closer and closer—
—until it stopped, centimetres away.
He was panting, and so, so close now. The warmth of his skin you so craved was gifted to you once more in the form of his forehead resting against your own tenderly; lovingly.
...lovingly? ...maybe your exhaustion was making you hallucinate—
"I do..." he whispered, and your chest kept heaving right below his, "Does he love you like I still do?"
—or maybe not.
"What..?"
"Ten years later, and I'm still in love with you." He laughed—like he was telling a joke, like any of this was funny. "I can't... I can't kill you and I hate it because you didn't even hesitate."
He shook his head, dreads flying around him and you; then, his lips tugged up—in a motion that seemed crooked; deranged. "You didn't even hesitate and I loved that—I love that. I can't even lie and say I didn't find it hot when you threw me under the bus."
Your nose scrunched up.
"Disgusting, right? Almost as disgusting as burying ten people six. foot. under."
"I—"
"Though I guess I can't blame you." He chuckled.
You rose a brow.
"Y'know the guy who told me where you were? He wanted to come with," scoffed Kaydence, his eyes narrowed and far-off, as though he was looking at the man in question rather than you, "He wanted to kill you too. So I killed him."
Your eyes widened. "You..? But you've never..."
He chuckled again. "I know. But I had to, y'know? He was gonna kill you. He was gonna kill my pretty girl—I couldn't just let that slide."
His lips tugged down after that, teeth grinding over one another like the gears of a clock—one ticking away, biding time for the moment it all came crashing down; the moment he snapped.
But then his eyes cleared up—once again staring at you rather than through you—and the rage was gone, replaced by something else; something that trailed your body, really taking you in, making you squirm.
He seemed to like that.
"Oh, baby, how I've missed this sight."
He seemed to really like that.
It was familiar—the way he looked at you; those hooded eyes swirling with a certain hunger only belonging to a man starved of affection, of attention he was so used to receiving; attention that was stripped of him as suddenly as it was unfairly.
"Oh, but don't think you're getting let off that easy, sweetheart."
Then he grinned.
Sly. Deranged. Malicious.
"It was all a team effort, even if you were the one to finish the job, we were still partners, no? And partners don't give each other up like that."
You tried to get up but he was stronger; he was faster.
"Aww, don't worry, sweetheart. I promise I'll go easy on ya."
Ten years. It took him a whole ten years to finally do it, to catch up to you.
But it was done. It was all done and you lost. You lost because you were too fast; you lost because, at the end of the day—
My thoughts are... it's trash. Especially for the ones that share any ai art in general and put it up like a grand display, when it really isn't. There's zero flavor, zero passion, zero personality, zero creativity. Putting up ai art or writing is like showing off a tesla cyber truck. Like bro, keep that out of the public eye, literally no one wants to see that.
I ESPECIALLY HATE when people take ai work and claim it as their own. Oooh, boy. Like, yeah, sure, buddy, we'll believe you completed that piece in under an hour. And it's so obvious when AI is involved 90% of the time.
And what I don't get is why people do it. Like, sure, I've seen some people receive compliments for it. Take a moment to think about that. Receive compliments for AI work. AI work. At that point, the compliments and likes and shares and all the small time internet glory isn't for you. It's for the AI. All you did was type a prompt, but, sure, pat yourself on the back if it makes you feel better?
So yeah, don't follow people who actively use AI to write or make art for them. It's like, you're not even doing a hobby right? Why even do it if you're making AI do it for you? It makes zero sense to me.
hey how are you? hope you have a good day! im a new follower of yours and your writing is so good it makes me excited for the next release of the episode especially for muzzle!! it's rare to see such a good author with no or little grammar error, so can i ask a recommendation for another writer(s) you may know that writes likes you too?
soybean ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (sorry if my grammar is wrong tho)
Hello! I’m having a wonderful day, thank you for asking. ❤️ Aww I’m so glad you love my book. Hmmm other writers I recommend that I know? I do have a couple!
1. FAMWHY — one of my top favorite authors when I’m looking for detailed dialogue and effortless description. She’s are also very kind. She writes yandere content (my favorite book of hers is her yandere cowboy) book. However all her books are amazing. This is her wattpad and her Quotev, and @famwhy .
2. BAT! — I’ve only talked to Bat a couple times but they are very sweet. They write yandere content and their plots are very unique. Personally I’m a sucker for their yandere cult leader story, but they also have many other stories. I feel as if they’re very diverse in what they write. Most people might just pick one type of yandere but they branch out more than others. This is their Quotev.
3. SHINYJR — Is someone I just started reading from! She’s very sweet and also very motivated with her writing. She puts in a lot of effort to make sure she’s accurate with what she’s writing about. A lot of writers might just slap something down and call it a day but I can genuinely tell she’s very passionate about what she does. This is her @shiny-jr and this is also her Quotev.
NOTE: None of these people romanticize yanderes. If that something you’re looking for, I won’t be able to give you recommendations for that.
when is the next chapter of ‘in the midst of a storm’ coming out???
Ayo??? I did NOT think I'd ever get someone asking me for the next chapter of my cowboy fic other than my friend, this is absolutely crazy. It'll prolly not come out in a couple of weeks seeing as I'm a bit busy as of rn, but I got a few comments the other day that has excited me so, who knows? Maybe it'll come out sooner rather than later 🤭
i just wanted to ask if you still write for stranger things,
as the right way up series is honestly one of the best i have read and would love to see more of it!
if not tho that is completely okay!
have a nice one tho <3
Hello!!
I just wanna take this time to tell you guys that I PROMISE I'll get around to it 🙏 I won't abandon that fic because I'm very proud of the writing but I am going through some major writer's block for it unfortunately 😔
Just bear with me until this passes 🥹 Once it does, I promise I'll get back to writing for it and then you all can leave comments and reblogs with your thoughts (if you want to ofc, I really appreciate them) 💞💞💞
