Im struggling to work on my actual fics so im gonna start posting the scraps of fic ideas ive had here, aka, fic starters that I did finish for one reason or another <3
You've been talking to your reflection for awhile now.
Struggle at work? Reflection.
In short, you talked more with your own mirror than with other people. It was weird yes, but also kind of cathartic?
You just didn't expect for there to be someone on the other side.
You had inherited a full body mirror from your grandma, having put it your room, and you loved it. It was wonderful for viewing your outfits, and great decor. Today, however, was a bad day. Nothing new, same old same old. Except you had a mirror to share your thoughts to, and boy did you plan to put it to good use.
You sat down cross-legged infront of it with a sigh. You had changed clothing, into a crop top and shorts, from your previous work attire. You looked at the mirror for a moment, before closing your eyes and preparing to speak.
“Hi hello, so, basically; Terry is being an assss... Bumhole... again and i just, ugh, cant with his damn- fuckin. Eugh.”
Your eyes snapped open and you stared at the mirror. You swore you had heard voice coming from it, but that was quite literally impossible. Your face twisted with confusion and concern, quickly turning and looking around your room. No one, nothing, was out of place. So where?...
You turned back to the mirror, hesitating. Slowly, you crawled over, approaching it. Your hand extended out to touch it, except...
As suddenly as the voice appeared, there was now a strikingly familiar face in place of yours.
Red eyes stared, barely giving you a second to scream before hands were rushing foward, coming from your mirror and grabbing your shoulders. They pulled you into the mirror, not making you crash against it but instead making you faze into it.
You were pulled through completely, landing on top of something, someone you noted with panic. At some point you had closed your eyes, probably to brace for the impact of crashing into your mirror that never came.
“So. It worked, finally.”
You opened them quickly with pure shock, looking up at the person still tightly holding onto your shoulders. He had a pleased grin on his face, a sort of unsettling hunger in his eyes. You couldn't help but blush slightly as you realized who exactly this person reminded you of in all ways.
You always did find Muzan particularly pretty, appealing in a way. Muzan cosplayers were almost always people you blushed at, too shy to speak to.
But he had dragged you through your mirror, which made this very much not a cosplayer.
You stared in shock as his grin widened, his grip on your shoulders tightening ever so slightly. He tilted his head slightly back and to the side, a smug look on his face.
“Hello there, dear. I've finally got you in my arms.”
