You Saved Mii is an Autobiographical fiction based on my real life and real trauma. It is an entire Wii Deleted You Reimagining, taking the bare-bones of the original Creepypasta and turning it to something much more complex... and personal.
It's important for you to know I am not apart of the WDY fandom. I am not publishing this story for fandom fan-service- Do not play dolls with this AU. That means, regardless of if you're doing it publicly or privately, you would be disrespecting this entire story's purpose as a cathartic and deeply personal piece of writing, DO NOT USE THIS AU'S CHARACTERIZATION/DESIGNS/ETC. FOR YOUR (CRACK/SELF/OCxCANON/ALTERNATIVE CANONxCANON) SHIPS. Every established pairing, queer identity, and mental health struggle is not just a barely developed trait- they are essential to the characters. Do not create headcanons that alter any of these things. You can make fan art (I'm not okay with fanwritings, sorry) so long as it follows the strict rules shown in the You Saved Mii strawpage, which also serves as a hub for information about this work. You must be able to enforce the boundaries Outlined surrounding my designs and characterizations, or I ask you not create fanart for me. And if you are in my DNI, don't engage with YSM at all.
You Saved Mii follows Austin James Sanders (who is written to be- not just merely represent- me, @henstinpilled in every way, from name, nervous tics, and habits, to mental health struggles and trauma) navigating a life in 2006 as a gay man with internalized homophobia, struggling with hyper independence and a myriad of other wounds formed from his neglectful and traumatic upbringing. Whenever he begins to work at Nintendo of America as an intern, he is reunited with his estranged brother, Jonathan. His welcoming and compassionate boss, Todd, assigns him to work with the elusive office pariah, Henry Morris, believing his coding has untapped potential that Austin can bring out. During his internship-turned-full-time-job, he is forced to confront his deepest issues alongside found family, and perhaps even a first love that knows his exact pain and forces him to accept who he truly is...
Please don't approach this with a fandom entitlement attitude. Art is not created and published for you to do whatever you want with it- regardless of if it's posted publicly or not. If you can't respect that, it suggests a lot about you. It's not created as something you have rights over- I'm just giving you the permission to experience it. Creators do not owe you unrestricted use of their fanwork.
This story has so much poured into it. it's Novel length (estimated to be 70-80k upon completion) story written with intentions to characterize the WDY cast that otherwise didn't get a chance- though it mainly follows Henry and I. The plot is mainly internal conflict driven and influenced by external factors. The biggest antagonist is generational trauma and the difficultly to overcome what a broken childhood can inflict on someone.
For those considerate and respectful enough to understand my boundaries, I hope you enjoy reading. I hope a story that came out of my own life brings you some sort of comfort or joy. You aren't alone. Seeing people enjoy this brings me so much joy and I really appreciate the support.
Jared Padalecki x Reader, past Jared Padalecki x Genevieve, past Evan (OC) x Reader
2,073 words
Warnings: smut, 18+ only please
Series Masterlist - Masterlist
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Each morning after the brewery party started roughly the same way. Jared’s alarm went off. He stopped it from blaring through the bedroom. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back into his chest. His lips fluttered over the skin of your shoulder blade, your neck, your back, anywhere he could reach, still exposed from the night before. Jared worked his way down the bed, down your body, until he was fully submerged in everything that was you.
His tongue lapped at you, his thumbs spreading you open to him. Jared’s tongue fucked into you, the tip of his nose catching on your clit and making your thighs tremble. You pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged gently, rocking your hips and sliding yourself over his tastebuds. With a cry of his name, you crumbled, legs shaking, chest heaving as you panted in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.
Jared ascended your body with a grin splitting his face. He licked his lips and wedged his hips between your thighs.
The two of you rolled around between the sheets until the last possible minute before he had to get out of bed to shower. Even then, Jared would sometimes drag you along with him, pressing your back against the icy tiles and kissing you breathless as the air around you filled with steam.
“Son of a bitch.” Jared huffed into the crook of your neck. It was a Saturday, and he should’ve been off work, but it was getting close to the end of the season, and he had some post-production business to attend to.
You pulled back and looked up at Jared, a blissed-out but sleepy smile on your lips. “You okay?”
Jard returned your grin and nodded. “Beyond.” He chuckled. “Just don’t wanna spend the day away from you.”
You pouted. “I know, babe, but executive producer is a big role. Lots of behind-the-scenes jobs.” Jared just sighed, knowing you were right. “Hey.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “I’m so proud of you.
Jared’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink before he tried to brush your compliment off with a self-deprecating joke.
“Stop.” You admonished. “I’m serious, Jared. You’ve come so far in this field. You started out as a kid on Gilmore Girls, grew up on screen in front of millions of people, and now you’re a grown man with a family, and a damn good title before your name in the credits, and a hell of a legacy.”
“Baby.” Jared looked into your eyes. “Thank you.” He pressed his lips firmly against yours. “Thank you for your support through all of this. I know our lives together has a bit of a… rocky history. I know it’s not easy just being thrown into this lifestyle, either. With,” Jared cleared his throat, “with Gen, it was… easy - er, um - she knew the lifestyle. She knew what it was like being an actor, so she knew what it was like to be dating one, to be married to one.” You just nodded slowly as Jared continued. “And it’s not even just that for you - for us. It’s the kids, the ex-wife, the…”
“The stalker.” You finished his sentence, beginning your own tangent. “The stalker, the two kids who were barely school-age when I met you and are now… entire human beings on the verge of adults, the ex-wife who thought I was trying to steal her children from her, the third baby who looks eerily similar to the other two kids you and Genevieve have together.” You couldn’t help yourself. The words poured from your mouth before you could filter them, so you quickly closed your lips and pressed them together tightly. “Sorry.” You muttered.
Jared swallowed hard and nodded. “Like I said, rocky.”
“Rocky is definitely a word for it.” You scoffed. “But it - it doesn’t matter what our life has been like. It got us here.” You shook your head and reached down, sliding your hand along Jared’s arm and lacing your fingers together. “And I am very happy with here.”
Jared kissed you harder, his teeth scraping your lips when he failed to fight back a smile. “I love here.” He muttered against your lips. The alarm on his phone sounded and pulled you both from your dreamy daze, tangled up in one another as water cascaded to the floor behind you. Jared whined as he reached out of the shower and shut the sound up, then kissed you one last time. “Unfortunately, I can’t be here again until tonight.”
You smirked up at him and nodded. “Don’t worry.” You bit your bottom lip. “I have a few new lingerie sets that’ll make it well worth the wait when you get back home.” With a groan, Jared kissed you again and shoved himself away from you, then moved to get himself ready for the day.
You didn’t post much anymore, but you kept your social media accounts. You still had control of them. You still scrolled through them mindlessly; the post caught you off-guard.
The post showed Evan holding the hand of a toddler - a just-turned-one-year-old apparently - and the toddler’s other hand holding onto a woman’s hand. All three had smiles on their faces. The caption read something about it being the kid’s first birthday.
Evan had a kid? No. No, Evan had a girlfriend who had a kid. Evan had a girlfriend?
You shook your head quickly, eyes clenched shut. Your phone fell to the couch cushion beside you. Evan had a girlfriend, who he was so committed to that she was introducing him to her son. Your breathing sped up a bit, and your head began to spin. You weren’t with him anymore. You hadn’t been for a long time. It shouldn’t have hurt to find out that he was dating someone else. But it did. It hurt more than you ever expected it to. You picked up your phone and studied the picture for longer than you would’ve liked to admit, then you double-tapped the picture, a heart appearing in the center of it, and locked your phone, tossing it to the side again.
After sitting in complete silence for a few minutes, your thoughts consuming you, you picked up your phone again and typed a quick message to Evan.
“Happy for you, hope you’re doing well.”
You shouldn’t have sent it. You should’ve just kept to yourself, blocked him on every platform, deleted his number, moved on. You did move on, but something in you pulled you back. Your phone buzzed, and your heart jumped in your chest.
“Hey babe. Coming home for lunch. See you in a few.”
Jared.
You sighed, closed your eyes, and waited for Jared to make his way home to you. He walked through the door eight minutes after you read his text. He gave you eight minutes to collect yourself, but somehow it wasn’t enough. As soon as he saw you, he knew.
“What happened?” Jared sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you against him. “What’s going on?”
You shook your head, keeping your eyes cast downward. “Nothing, Jare.”
Jared pulled back and looked down at you with a frown. “Talk to me.”
Inhaling a shaky breath, you closed your eyes. “I don’t - I don’t even know why it’s getting to me.” Jared raised his brows, silently asking you to continue. “I was just sitting here scrolling and,” you shook your head, laughing sarcastically at yourself, “I saw something that… triggered me?”
Jared cautiously reached for your hand. “Are you okay?”
You nodded. “I’m okay. This shouldn’t be getting to me like this, so I’m mostly just mad at myself for the way I’m reacting. I saw a post from - from Evan. He… has a girlfriend. His girlfriend has a kid.” You sighed, shaking your head again. “He has a family.”
Jared’s shoulders fell as he tried to hide his disappointment. He recovered and straightened himself quickly but you could still see the defeat written on his face. “You have a family too.” Jared reminded you gently. “You have me, you have the boys.”
“I know I do, Jared. I know I have you. I don’t envy what he has. I don’t miss him.” You assured Jared. “I love you, and I love those boys. I love my life with you, Jared.” The tension released from Jared’s shoulders, his arm relaxing around you as he kept you close. “Our life together has barely even started.” You couldn’t help the small smile that crossed your lips.
Jared ran his fingers through your hair and cupped your cheek in his palm. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
You tipped your head up, finally looking into Jared’s eyes. “I can’t wait either.” You closed your eyes. “I - I’m not just talking about getting married though…” Jared quirked an eyebrow. You cleared your throat and hesitated. “I want to have your babies, Jared. I want to carry our baby, and feel them kick, and watch you become a daddy again. A daddy to our first baby.”
Jared sighed. “I… know.” He closed his eyes. “I know you want that, and I had a feeling there was something you weren’t telling me.
You furrowed your brows. “What am I not telling you?”
“That you’re struggling,” Jared started with a shrug, “with the boys being mine but not yours - not biologically, I mean. They’re yours, Y/N. They love you so much.”
“They’re not mine, Jared,” you pulled away from him, “and you just made it very clear that you feel that way. That they’ll never be mine.”
“Don’t.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know that’s not - the words just didn’t come out right.” Jared tried to explain, but you were hurt, and you weren’t in the mood to listen.
“I’m gonna take a few, okay?” You and your therapist - the same one Jared used and had gotten you an appointment with - had been working on making sure you didn’t let the way you defended yourself against Evan in an argument make its way into your relationship with Jared. Conflict resolution strategies, she called them. “I’ll be back.”
Jared gave you a few seconds before he followed after you. “Y/N, please.”
“Jared, please.” You echoed sternly. “I’m trying to do what I need to do to make sure our relationship doesn’t get as fucked up as my last one, so please just give me a couple of minutes to myself. We will talk, I promise you that, but I need to take a breather first.” Jared nodded his understanding, muttered an apology, and made his way back to the living room until you were ready to talk to him again.
Within ten minutes, you were back in the living room, offering Jared a glass of water.
“Thanks.” He said, and you nodded.
“Thank you for giving me space.” You tapped the pads of your fingers against your own glass.
“Whatever you need.” Jared said sincerely. “I’ll never be mad at you for taking care of yourself.”
“Thank you.” You repeated, sitting beside him on the couch. “Can we talk now?” Jared nodded. “You were right.” You sighed. “I do struggle sometimes, with the boys not being mine. We can fake it all we want - that we’re this happy little family - but at the end of the day, no matter how much I love those kids, they’re not mine, and that hurts. I love you so much, Jared. Beyond words. And I want to give you everything. I want to give you kids - as many as you want, whenever you want them. I want a family with you. I want a house, and a yard, and holidays full of laughter, and stories, and old family recipes around that big, wooden table.” Your words became broken as your eyes filled with tears. “I just want to know that you want that too.”
Jared reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. “I do.” He promised on a whisper. “I do want that. I want all of that - with you.” You wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face in his shirt. “I’ve got you.” Jared held the back of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
