#san heacanons

[bontentrio]

ATEEZ GETTING OUT OF THE FRIENDZONE

san x gn reader + mingi x gn reader (separated)

part 2 to ateez stuck in the friendzone! read that part so this makes sense

tw: slow burn + veeery dramatic + angst + fluff

a/n: both have the slowestttt slow burns in history of friends to lovers omg my heart did kinda break a little while writing them lol so keep in mind that both are VERY dramatic. maybe even cliche but honestly i just wrote what i, personally, enjoy reading. i’m just a girl in love with love 🥹

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SAN

san found himself attempting to hide his smile while you told him about your awful date from a few days ago. you were laying down with your head on his lap as san casually untangled strands of your hair, while you rambled on and on about the misfortunes he secretly thought were fortunes in disguise.

“who talks about their mother on the first date? like the whole time i mean, of course it’s okay to mention one or two things following the context of the conversation” you said, moving your hands dramatically to prove your point “but the whole time? i tried to switch the topic of the conversation towards work and can you believe he told me about what his mother does for a living before telling me what HE does for HIS?”

san couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. you were so cute and he was so happy and relieved that the date had failed.

“he should go to therapy” he said, in between giggles. “right?! sigmund freud would have been thrilled to have him as a patient” you exclaimed, laughing too.

after a few moments of cracking jokes and laughing about the situation, you turned your head to face san. “so what about you?” you asked. he looked down at you, smile on his face still. “what about me?”

“have you gone on dates lately?” you asked. he threw his head back, shaking it slightly “with what time? i’m too busy with schedules” he answered, half lying. it’s true that he’s very busy with his idol duties, but he always managed to make time for you. he knows he could easily use up that time to go on dates, but for obvious reasons that you still were ignorant to, he didn’t. to you, he was just an introvert.

“but are you not interested in anyone?” you pushed, lifting your head and sitting up to face him properly. san chose to avoid your eyes, not trusting himself to keep his own secret. instead, he looked to the city on his right, suddenly finding the building architectures more interesting. he noticed that the air in the terrace got warmer too, and the concrete platform you were sitting on got harder. or was he the one that got warmer and stiffer? “no, i don’t think so” he lied, but you knew him enough to see through it. “liar, you’re blushing”

“well it is an intimate question” he answered, attempting to smile in order to play it off. you shook your head no “you blushed and your left eye twitched a bit. that was definitely a lie and as your best friend i want to know!” you exclaimed, grabbing his hands. if only you knew the effect you had on him.

when he came back from tour, he was determined to confess. but now that the perfect opportunity arose, he couldn’t open his mouth. questions and different negative scenarios plagued his mind, convincing him that maybe it was a bad idea. he much rather work on moving on than lose you as a friend.

“are they that special to you?” you asked, in a much quieter tone of voice, noticing his silence. he nodded, staring at your eyes, hoping you could notice the love they held whenever he looked at you. but despite his desperation, you didn’t. “they are very lucky then, you genuinely are amazing in every aspect sannie”. you continued, going back to your original place with your head on his lap, but still holding his hands. he kept staring at you, if only you knew.

“thank you” san managed to say.

———

“how fast can you come over to help me with something?” you asked san on the phone, as he exited the practice room. it was like the stars aligned, because he had just finished for the day. “i can come over right now, are you okay?” he asked, worried something may be wrong despite you sounding relatively okay. “i can’t pick an outfit and- shit my aunt his calling me, invite yourself in when you arrive, i’m in my room and you already know the lock number of the door” you said, before hanging up.

outfit for what?

———

so that’s how san found himself sitting on your bed on a friday night, numerous pieces of clothing scattered all over without care. he scrolled through some unread messages while he waited for you to try on a different outfit for your new date. yes, new date. as if his heart haven’t just healed from last time.

“i matched with someone on this app and they immediately invited me on a date so now i’m having a fashion crisis” you had explained to him as soon as he entered your room. why was it so hard for you to realize that your dates have been failing for a reason?

you appeared once again, now wearing an outfit that honestly took san’s breath away as soon as his eyes landed on your figure. it was nothing too extravagant, actually, it was rather simple, but it was enough to make san’s head spiral. specially when you twirled around to show the outfit from the back, since your shirt had an open back.

“so? what do we think?” you asked, eyes filled with hope.

san was conflicted: he was 100% sure he has never seen anyone look more beautiful, more dashing, more perfect. but, it wasn’t for him. he didn’t want anyone else to look at you like that, they would never come remotely close to the way he feels about you.

“san-?” you started to ask after a few seconds of silence, but got interrupted by him: “don’t go on that date”

you looked at him confused, as he stared back with the same surprised face. that really had slipped from his lips before he realized what he was saying. you fucked up big time san, he thought to himself.

“why? do i really look that bad?” you asked, turning around to face the mirror in order to examine your body and face. he noticed the way your eyes dimmed, as you carefully traced your eyes over your figure, finding little imperfections that made your face turn into a sad frown. san felt his own heart shatter at the sight, and before he knew, he stood up and quickly hugged you from behind, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“sannie?” you asked, startled by his sudden action and making you momentarily forget about the insecurities that started flooding your mind. you looked at him through the mirror: even if he was leaning down on you, he was still much wider, making you feel very small in his arms. unconsciously, you lifted your hand and patted his hair. san lifted his head, looking at you through the mirror as well, and your eyes interlocked.

“you’re perfect y/n” he whispered. “i’m sorry if i gave you the wrong idea, you look beautiful and your date is very lucky”. he was trying to be supportive, but traces of sadness and desperation were evident in his face. enough for you to notice. you turned around, and the same hand that was patting his head went down to his cheek, holding him in place to look at you.

“what’s wrong san?” you asked, softly. your thumb traced comforting circles on his cheek, and you could feel his arms tighten around you as he closed his eyes.

“go on that date” he whispered in a shaky voice, before adding “you look beautiful”.

you stared at him confused for a few moments, not really knowing what to say. then, he kissed your forehead and, with the little bit of strenght he had left in him, unwrapped his arms, stepping back. he grabbed his jacket and went to the door, but not before shooting you another sad look and saying “like i said, your date is very lucky”.

he left, heart in his hands, slowly breaking with each step.

you cancelled the date.

———

san couldn’t sleep that night, he kept tossing and turning as his mind wandered about what you were doing with your date. were you still having dinner? no, probably not since it’s like 2 am. maybe it went so well that you invited them over for coffee at your place, something that will probably lead to something else. something he didn’t even want to imagine, since it wasn’t him committing those sins.

maybe it was time to move on, after all. he wants you to be happy, truly, so if your happiness doesn’t include him, then he should at least be supportive. and in order to do that from the bottom of his heart, he should move-

*knock knock knock* he heard, coming from the door. he decided to ignore it, thinking that it was probably mingi, so he turned around and closed his eyes, pretending he was asleep.

“maybe he’s asleep, i should come back tomorrow but thank you soenghwa” he heard you say from behind the door. he never got out of bed faster, as he sprinted to the door and opened it widely.

there you stood, now dressed in a familiar oversized shirt and baggy pants. completely different from the outfit he last saw you on, but to him you still looked beautiful. you looked at him with wide eyes, as seonghwa smirked next to you.

“i’ll leave you alone” he said, before he made his way to his room and shut the door behind him.

you stood there awkwardly, avoiding his eyes. you came here with a question, but now that you had san right in front of you, thoughts were scattered all over your mind and you couldn’t say a word.

“come in” he said, sensing your internal dilemma. you nodded in response, as you entered and made your way to his unmade bed.

“did i wake you up?” you asked. san shut the door and shook his head “actually i couldn’t sleep”

“me neither” you said in a low voice.

“how was your date?” he asked, unsure of what to say. he sat next to you on the bed, looking at you while trying to decipher your expression. you turned your head to san’s bedside table, finding the small plushie you once gifted him randomly. you smiled. “i cancelled it”

“what? why?!” he asked, with surprised wide eyes. you turned back to him. “i suddenly didn’t want to go, that’s it really. so while i was tidying up my room i found this shirt” you said, fiddling with the ends of the shirt that looked a little too big on you “the one you once lent me after we got stuck in the rain that one time. i told you i would wash it and give it back, but i didn’t. why didn’t i give it back to you?”

san stared at you in silence.

“so i realized it still had your perfume, and before i knew it, i had put it on. then i started thinking about you, about us. you’re my best friend, you know? but as i was laying down on my bed, i was thinking: what if you were not? what if my dates always failed for a reason?” you continued, as your fingers reached for his. “what if the reason they always failed was because i always searched you in them? so again, before i realized i was standing in front of your apartment, but with one question in my mind”

san could feel his heart beat increase and his breath shorten.

“what will happen to us and our friendship if i told you how i feel? how i think i always felt even if i didn’t know it?” you asked, looking at him scared.

“you’re dumb” he said, loud enough for only you to hear. that didn’t surprise you, what did was the way he immediately let go of your hand in order to hug you close, bringing you closer to his body. “what will happen? how would i feel? y/n you’re dumb because that’s how i’ve been feeling for a long time now” he said, hands leaving your waist and craddling your face. san stared at you, and now you realized that his eyes looked different: they held love in them. something you always searched on random people in dating apps, yet were never able to find. instead, it has been right in front of you this whole time.

“i love you” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. finally, he thought. he finally said the words he has been keeping locked deeply inside him for years. you smiled, as your nose touched his. “i love you too, i’m sorry i just realized”

maybe it was time to give you the silver necklace he bought you on tour, since now the timing was right.

MINGI

mingi missed you, a lot. he hadn’t heard from you since you stormed out of his house a week and a half ago. he had left you a couple of texts apologizing, and even attempted calling you, but to no avail. you had disappeared, and he didn’t blame you, he was stupid enough to let you go. in fact, that’s the thing he regretted the most about the fight: not chasing after you.

so he did what he knew best: he took his misery and transformed it into work, to be precise, he wrote three songs, all about his feelings, the situation in itself and you.

three different scenarios that made him hear yunho’s voice calling him dramatic in his mind. to be honest, he knew he was being a little dramatic about the situation. he knew that you probably just needed time to cool down, and that if his apology was good enough you would forgive him in a heart beat, because, in the end, he knew you loved him. maybe not in the way he wished for, but you loved him nonetheless.

mingi stared at the ceiling in silence, wondering what were you doing while he layed on his bed feeling miserable. did you miss him too? were you also thinking about him? he was certain of one thing only: he wanted to see you. it didn’t matter to him if you opened the door or not, he needed to at least hear your voice through the door.

he checked the time: 11:47 pm, almost midnight. fuck it, he thought. he stood up and quickly got dressed in a speed record time, tied up his shoes and grabbed his keys and song notebook in the process. by 11:55 pm he was already closing the door of his car.

as mingi started driving, questions also started flooding his mind: will you hate him if he suddenly showed up? what if you had invited someone over? shouldn’t he have discussed this with one of his friends first just in case?

questions, questions, questions.

no answers.

soon enough, he found himself standing in front of your apartment door. he could easily ring the door bell, knock on the door or simply use the spare key you gave him once for emergencies. yet, he was unable to do any, frozen in place as he mentally debated on what to do.

mingi decided to do something odd, something he would have probably laughed at if he saw it in one of the movies you usually forced him to watch with you: he took out his pen and notebook, ripped off one of the pages and wrote on it. then, he slid it under the door and left.

“i’ll tell you everything -m”

———

you have always been a hopeless romantic, mingi knew that perfectly well. you believed in happy endings, and that love and friendship can win over everything. so why hasn’t he heard from you still? did you not get the note? should he leave another one? no, that would be too pushy, it was only two days ago.

questions, questions, questions.

still no answers.

mingi was sulking again, and honestly it started to worry seonghwa and san, who watched as he walked back to his room right after dinner, without saying a word during the whole night. honestly, he was just too lost in his thoughts. their pair exchanged a look, before following him.

“mingi, hold up, everything okay? you’re more… distracted than usual” seonghwa said, carefully choosing his words. mingi hummed in response, nodding as he stopped in his tracks. “yeah, there’s just a lot in my head” he answered, not looking at his friends. “let us hear it then” san said, patting his back and leading them towards the living room.

the trio sat down on the sofa they had bought a few months ago, the one you had scolded them about because it seemed very expensive and too hard to clean. they had all laughed, but soon enough realized you were right when mingi spilled a bit of sauce on it. the stain was still there.

“so? what’s wrong?” seonghwa asked once they all got comfortable. mingi sighed, looking down before he started spilling everything that had happened, from two weeks ago until now. he noticed the eldest nodding along the story, but neither of them said anything until he finished.

“when exactly did you leave this note?” san asked, fidgeting with his bracelet. “two days ago” mingi answered. san’s eyes went wide, as he muttered a small fuck before he sprinted towards the kitchen. seonghwa and mingi exchanged a look, both equally confused at their friend’s actions. after a few moments and very weird sounds that came from the kitchen, san appeared again, with a crumbled up yellow post it in his hand. he handed it to mingi.

“the hell is this? it has food stains san, gross” mingi said with a disgusted face as he barely touched the paper. “open it, i found it this morning” san said, sitting down next to him again. mingi gave his friends a strange look, before carefully opening the crumbled up piece of paper. as he read, his eyes widened in surprise.

“what time is it?!” he exclaimed. “9 pm” seonghwa answered, checking the time in his phone. mingi muttered a small fuck, before putting his shoes on, and grabbing his bag.

“i’ll be back in a while” he said, before shutting the door behind him.

seonghwa looked at san, confused. “what the hell did the paper say?” he asked. san picked it up from the floor and showed it to him:

“8 pm, our special place”.

the hand writing was yours.

———

mingi was almost sure he broke one or two speeding laws on his way to the park where he hoped you were still waiting at. he cursed san for not telling him sooner, even if he knew it wasn’t really his fault to begin with. the park wasn’t far from his apartment though, just a short 10 minute drive. as cliche as it sounds, it was the park were you both met.

at that time, around 6 years ago or so, his mind revolved around perfection, hard work, pressure, debut. so he would succumb to overwhelming feelings pretty often, that forced him to need some time alone. that’s how he found a park nearby, and specifically, one peculiar tree that caught his attention for some reason. he used to sit down under it, notebook on his lap and pen between his fingers, as he scribbled down some random thoughts that plagued his mind during hard moments. he didn’t really plan to turn his words into songs yet, it was just his way to deal with stress. he used to find these little moments very special: it was like he was reconnecting with his inner, truer self, and not the mean facade he wore in front of his soon to be members. yeah, some of them irked him, like that wooyoung guy, but he didn’t mean to be that rude all the time. so, to escape the constant pressure kq fellaz was facing in between the company walls, he found solace in a park, but specifically, he found solace under that tree.

he could remember the day he met you like it was yesterday. he remembers all the stress he was feeling, debut date coming closer and closer. everyone was on edge, from the members to the staff. he had also recently come back from morocco after successfully shooting his first music video! but he couldn’t deny it: as much as he was excited, he was already feeling a little tired. he needed some alone time, just himself with his thoughts. so he found himself walking towards his favorite spot in the park.

only to find you there, sitting down under the tree. his tree to be precise. and you were writing on a pink notebook with a fluffy pen. mingi felt like he was looking at a reflection of himself, but instead of being comforted by it, he felt annoyed. it was HIS tree after all!

“excuse me, this is my spot” he said, coming into your field of vision. you looked up to him, pausing your hand and taking an earphone off. “excuse me?”

“this is my spot” he reiterated, making you chuckle slightly. “the tree you mean? does it have your name or something?” you asked, finding the situation hilarious. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, why did nothing go his way?! “listen, i had a shitty day and i need to sit there for a while, so can you leave?”

“no, i got here first. plus there are tons of other trees here, it’s a park after all” you said, putting your earphone back on and turning your gaze to your notebook. he stayed still in his place in front of you, making you huff in annoyance at his persistence. “look dude, i am not going to move. you can either sit on the opposite side or leave, i don’t care but stop bothering me” you continued.

mingi really really reaaaally needed to be at his safe place, too overwhelmed to funcion rationally, so he rolled his eyes and sat on the opposite side of the tree.

that’s how the story started: at opposite sides of the tree. soon enough it got replaced by sitting nearby, and eventually next to each other. some times you would even bring snacks to share in silence, as you both wrote down your thoughts on your respective notebooks. once he debuted, he broke the silence for the first time, urging you to listen to his song. after that, you started talking more, about music, shows, your respective jobs and life in itself. the safe place you both found under the tree, was also found in each other, quickly realizing you often shared the same thoughts and views about the world.

the story started under a tree, and he hoped it wouldn’t end there too. he needed you to be there, because he wasn’t ready to lose not only his best friend, but also his safe place. even the tree would become stained from the pain. and he would have nothing left, just questions, questions, and more questions about different what ifs.

you weren’t there.

but mingi wasn’t about to give up anytime soon. he started running towards the direction of your apartment, forgetting that he had parked the car on the opposite direction. his legs were aching, and he felt like he was a bit out of breath, despite all the idol training he has been enduring for six years. but he kept running.

until he spot you in the distance.

“y/n!” he yelled. he saw you stop in your tracks and turn around to his direction, confused at the sudden call of your name. once you spotted him running towards you, you sprinted to him.

his body collapsed against yours, as he hugged you tightly, like you would disappear if he let you go. mingi hid his face in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around his back. you could hear his quick heart beat from how close he held you, and you were sure he could hear yours too.

after a while, mingi lifted his head from your neck, and looked at you. “why are you crying?” he asked, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “i thought you wouldn’t come, why are you crying mingi?” you asked, repeating his own actions, but on his cheeks. he giggled, he didn’t even realize he was crying. “i thought i lost you” he said, truthfully.

the park was dark, the only lights came from street lights. so, for outsiders, you probably looked like a random couple having a dramatic moment. definitely not mingi from idol group ateez and his best friend y/n reconciliating.

“i’m sorry” he whispered, locking his eyes with yours. they still held tears, that threatened to spill depending on your answer. you shook your head “no, i’m sorry mings, i shouldn’t have walked away like that. plus i didn't even give you a chance to explain”.

“i’m sorry for not showing you the songs, for not chasing you, and for being too much of a coward to not face you directly” he apologized. you hugged him again, shushing him. “i shouldn’t have pressured you to show me, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do”

mingi looked at you again, and bit his lip. “can i still show you though?”

“it’s not necessary, mingi, it’s fine real-“ you started saying before he interrupted you, taking your hand and leading you towards the same old place from before. “i want to” he said, determined.

you let him whisk you away.

———

back at the peculiar tree that was iluminated enough by a street lamp a few meters away, he sat you down at your usual spot. he sat down beside you, as he pulled out his notebook from his bag. mingi gave it to you.

“mingi, this really isn’t necessary-“ you started saying once again. “please” he interrupted, with pleading eyes. so you took his notebook and opened it on the first page. you already read that song, it was the first one he ever wrote a long while back. “read the last ones”

you turned the pages, until you found them. mingi looked at you nervously, starting to feel fidgety at the thought of you realizing his deepest secret, the only one he hid from you. he just hoped you wouldn’t hate him. he scanned your face, puffy eyes filling with tears once again as realization hit you. you turned your gaze back to him with wide, surprised eyes.

“mingi- what? wait, hold on” you stammered, as tears fell from your eyes. you quickly set his notebook aside to grab your own bag, taking out your new pink notebook, your diary. you handed it to him, saying: “open it on august 5th”

he stared at you confused, and slightly unsure too, since you’ve always been pretty secretive about what you wrote there. he found the page and read:

“august 5th.

so i realized something, that i’m almost too afraid to write even here. i’m scared that if i admit it, i’ll have to face a sad reality. i think i’m in love with my best friend, isn’t that stupid? that’s how i feel, at least. i haven’t seen him in a while because of his work, and i feel like i’m slowly losing my mind. why do i only feel complete when he’s with me? scratch that, why am i even writing this?

anyways, i’ll probably die with the secret”

“now turn to september 16th” you said, avoiding his eyes.

“september 16th.

i’m in love with my best friend. i love mingi. how insane is that? and how stupid? he is my best friend, for god’s sake. but i can’t help the way i feel, specially when he’s so annoyingly observant. like for example, the other day he noticed my pen was dying, so today he surprised me with a new fluffy pink pen. i hate him for making my heart swell at such gestures. specially because i know I KNOW that’s what best friends do.

anyways i’m not gonna use his pen because i decided i’m going to preserve it forever”

“and now, tun to november 10th” you muttered. mingi realized it was yesterday’s date.

“november 10th.

i still love him. and i fucked up. but i’m still in love with him”

he closed your notebook, turning towards you. he found you with your face on your knees, as you hugged your legs, too embarrassed to face him, despite now knowing his feelings. he loves you too, with the same devotion, with the same desperation and intensity. mingi loves you, his best friend.

“look at me, y/n” he whispered. you slowly lifted your head, hesitantly looking at him. the way you both looked at each other held more intimacy than ever. mingi slowly reached for you, bringing your face closer to his. his hold was shaky, almost unsure, this was a whole new territory. he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“i love you” he admitted.

too many questions, that finally got an answer.

“i love you too” you whispered.

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[nu1lst4rs]

doodled human designs for nightmares gang!

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ggrahhb. i love them. will draw individual refs soon. promise. cross has jumped between nightmares gang and star sanses, and therefore is considered a neutral outcode in our au. so ill draw him later.

horror fws the trans community

Star sanses, neutral aus (p1), neutral aus (p2), extras

some headcanons under cut 3_^

warning there is alot of text

> nightmare (they/it)

DESI NIGHTMARE!!!! (this is blatant self projection.)

short. but they always manipulate their height when they're outside of their gang because they hate being short.

chubby because its ass is not used to actual food, and they have a really slow metabolism when it isnt negativity. and now that horrors "forcing" it to eat, they gain weight. fast.

intersex. not sure why i think this but they don't really have a sex, so. erm.

^ adding onto that their fluid in their expression. sometimes masc, sometimes fem, sometimes andro.

has those stupid ass hair curlers and uses leftovers for their tentacles

MATCHING NECKLACES WITH MY OTP AT THE CURRENT MOMENT. usually errormare or bsp. sometimes fluffynight. killermare if nihira is fronting.

also sugar daddy nightmare. its either rich as fuck or have no money at all. (this is kindve a crack hc)

> Dust (he/they)

leaning korean and thai mix for him. because i need to see more mixed characters.

wears pjs whenever he can. gets the most fucking stupid pj pants too. like hello kitty. comfort > style.

always dusty. mostly because he doesn't shower and smells like ASS, but also because they gotta live up to their name somehow.

TRANS MASC. dont care if you say its wrong. EVERYONE IS TRANS. (excluding horror and blue. allies!)

aroace spec 100%. most sanses are, but him in particular. would rather die than do any of the sappy bs. but wouldd love to have a partner. or maybe 3. wink wink.

"2 shorter than killer but gaslights killer into thinking he's taller

doesn't wear papyrus' scarf, but keeps it in his sleeve.

> Horror (he/him)

wanna hc him as native american. but i haven't exactly thought much about what in particular.

tall and bulky. after a lonnggg famine, horror developed an ED. where they stress eat until he's physically ill, or feeling less stressed.

doesn't need the bandages on his face, bur keeps them there because he hates the scar

little big bottom teeth. its something he developed due to the food conditions in HT snowdin.

as much as it happens, horror HATES having blood on him, so he wears an apron underneath his clothes and does the laundry often.

PROSTHETIC LEG!!!! it got stuck in a bear trap when he was in his old au, and alphys didnt really know what else to do. its not the best thing, but its reliable. killer likes to put stickers on it.

has a cleaver named maxine, and an axe called rex.

ace because i dont really think. yeah. gross. ew. intimacy.

> killer (he/they/it)

arabic. its almost canon at this point.

has a selection of knifes in his thigh thing if his magic backfires on them. favourite is its butterfly knife.

is legally blind. his ass CANNOT see. refuses to admit this.

acespec because like look at me. he can barely feel. i just think he'd love the idea of being in a relationship, and desperately want one. but know he cant be in one.

scars galore holy shit. is always somehow simultaneously sloppy and precise with his knifework. him and nightmare have a small rivalry to see who can get the most.

needs to have textures on his clothes. something to ground themself. like "oh shit we're dissociating." rubs pants aggressively. works for us.

transb... transverse...

also DID but this is hinted at in canon

HUh. okay wow that was alot. cres shut up about utmv for 5 seconds (IMPOSSIBLE) (I DIED AFTER 1 SECOND). anyways THANK YOU!!! i will post and draw stars and neutrals tomorrow maybe. just after some sleep because it is 2am. bye everyone 3.<

[karineverse]

I have returned with a new Errink headcanon! This one involving the fanon Stars vs Bad Sanses while thing

Yeah Ink and Error are there and ready to fight, yeah they fight eachother... until they're out of sight

Then they just sit down and hang out until one of them is needed, gets even better since Ink just paints marks on both of them to make it look like they were fighting.

And if you wanna add a ship component to it, then on top of the previous talking and hang out; one of them lays their head in the other's lap while talking (preferably Error laying his head in Ink's since he's fine w/ contact he initiated in canon), and maybe like a peck or two... mostly because they're obviously fighting and talking and don't have time to do anything else!

- HC anon

Hello I'm in love with this

They should make out sloppy style/silly

[simping-lya]

Underfell!Sans Headcanons

- He's very sarcastic and because of that, comes off as rude. He worries every time that he might ha gone too far with you but you always laugh and joke with him. He's glad that he didn't mess things up but also wish he could shut up sometimes because he doesn't want you to think he's mean.

- He very much likes seeing you smile and hearing your laugh. Gets flustered over it very easily and gets embarrassed for feeling flustered. He denies that he's flustered and will blame it on something else that may or may not come off as rude.

- If you ask him for something he will grumble about it but will do it one hundred percent and somehow makes it even better. Ask him for a drink? He will give you your favorite beverage at the exact temperature you always like. He acts tough and say you don't have to thank him over those acts cuz it was nothing for him but he will be in a better mood after your thanks.

- He will cherish every gift you give him. It doesn't have to be something big, a single bracelet you gave will mean the world to him. He will use the gift or put it on display until it is so worn out, it can't be used anymore. It's a gift from you afterall and you mean the world to him so your gifts also mean the world to him.

- He's not the type to confess to you when he caught feelings, at least not instantly. He would think that he may be misunderstanding your behavior with him and the fear that he might scare you off by acting on his feelings will keep him from flirting back to you. However, if you make it so obvious that you like him to other people (cough cough Papyrus), Sans will confess after being reassured that you aren't being friendly.

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

NOT FEELING LIKE ART TODAY, SO HERES SOME HEADCANONS!

(I had an anxiety attack since my tumblr wasn’t working on safari and I thought I lost everything so I downloaded it and I’m so relieved GAHHH—! It’s a big change and it feels different but I’ll get the hang of it!)

Anyways here are some headcanons about Sans AU’S! (All are angst)

Ink Sans gets flashbacks of his past when he is in a silent room with nothing to do or fidget with. He is always having his headphones in and playing music or drawing.

Dream Sans is constantly struggling with his powers due to the lack of positivity in many AU’S. There isn’t many that had mostly positivity since of the genocide routes that happened. It gets to the point where he wonders if he can even try to keep positivity intact if he himself was weak of it.

Nightmare Sans secretly keeps a photo of little him (Passive Nightmare) and little Dream by his nightstand and cries when he looks at it. He hides it from his team.

Both Swap Sans and Cross Sans push themselves to train to unhealthy measures. Locking themselves in their room for hours just training. However, Swap does it because he believes he needs to be better. Cross Sans does it because he believes he needs to train to protect others since he doesn’t see the value in himself.

Outer Sans looks up at the sky and sees all the stars. This sounds normal, but to him, it reminds him of all the genocide routes. He could even place the exact area where his brothers star was.

Dust Sans is constantly haunted by his past. It gets to the point it becomes long periods of time where all he feels is guilt and every moment he has an intrusive thought about what happened in his AU.

I’ll post some art tomorrow, right now I’m trying to get a hang of the app tumblr! 🩵

[elizakai]

SOMEONE GIVE ME SOFT KIST HEADCANONS PLEASE IM SOBBING

[cvbullshit]

Headcanoning how Lemon would be with different AU Sans bc why not

Underswap: Lemon would like Swap but Swap wouldn't be his favorite, they do like Papyrus a decent bit but they feel like that personality on Sans is odd and kinda cursed, so they're a tad bit freaked out by him at times(them meeting fanon/Yanberry would be a nightmare)

Underfell: Lemon would have mixed emotions on Fell. They would absolutely be against him a lot of the time, due to his AU's whole thing, but would find Fell's tough guy personality sort of enduring. They would probably fight him if they needed to, in the name of Justice, but would also silently admire whenever Fell is being tough and intimidating for a rightful and justified reason. They'd probably view him as if Sans was given Undyne's personality but a little too far in a different direction, so they'd like Fell a decent bit. If they got over the point of the AU, they'd probably look up to Fell. For his toughness of course.

Outertale: ...It's just Sans but space themed... THEY CAN FLOAT TOGETHER-

Horrortale: They'd feel really bad for Horror, finding his situation understandable, but would cross the line at the making the whole town eat humans and all that. They'd want to help him but would heavily scold him for some of the stuff he does, would also fight him if needed.

Dusttale: They'd be very conflicted about Dust. They can't decide if he's a villain or a victim in this situation(depending on how much they know ofc). At first, they'd probably believe he's a villain, someone they need to stop, protect the innocent. But if they found out more about his story, they would absolutely be confused. Their brain would melt. "Is he a victim? Is he a villain? How do I stop him? How do I help him? He doesn't seem to want my help, so what should I do??" Staying in Dust's AU for a long period of time would cause Lemon to have a mental breakdown. "I need to help him! I need to do something!! He's suffering, other people are suffering!! What am I if I can't help him?! Who am I if I can't do this?! Please.. Let me help..!"

Aftertale: They'd just view Geno as a sadder Sans, they'd want to give Geno a hug and try to help him.

[ant1quarian]

Okay, so Part 2:

You get introduced to the flock after the whole cage-fighting shenanigan. Big ol' battle happens with another flock coming for their Avians and Dust somehow saves your father. Certainly doesn't like him, but he understands that you care about your family, so he's willing to keep you safe.

You get introduced to his flock during the battle; Killer probably intercepts one of the Avians, Nightmare friggin' decimates part of the opposing flock, Axe steps in front of you, acknowledges you with a head tilt before ripping another Avian to shreds.

They are, by all means, filled with anger. Especially since the other flock has dared to touch someone that has taken care of their flockmate.

Later, after the war (more like a genocide, honestly) is over, the whole "Oh fuck okay, Avians aren't that bad" thing hits everyone like a truck and now they share the territory with the neighbouring Avian flocks :]

Dust fucked up his wings. Again. The dumbass. And Killer is a gremlin.

Axe has a tendency to feed you a lot, and Nightmare likes to talk about Avian history with you.

Killer. Killer likes to playfight with you. A lot. You're constantly either wet from jumping into water to get away from Killer (he's not a big fan of water), or covered in dirt and mud from getting tackled.

Since you can hold up a fight with Killer (within reason), he chooses you as his target.

Axe is annoying to the farmers in the way that he can and will just yoink some sheep every now and then. There really isn't much they can do to stop him.

When you get kidnapped, Dust gets stressed. His mate?? Got yoinked?? Who does he need to kill??

Then when he finds out it's basiclaly your child, he's shoved into a begrudging kind of parenthood.

He does eventually end up caring for the little shit, but he will often compete for your attention. The kiddo probably takes a shine to Dust- and also to Killer, who also likes them in return.

Many family shenanigans where Dust has to slowly learn to let you go out and do things by yourself again.

Hey can you give a few head cannons from Dust x Reader in the one I previously mentioned with reader shooting him down

Absolutely :]

The timeline would be set in the same time as HTTYD- in the Archipelago, except you're likely the child of some important figure- maybe not the chief, per se, but definitely something close.

You were kind of like Hiccup; not really strong, sort of made fun of, but incredibly intelligent and strategic. An inventor's mind. You could be chubby/plus-sized or not- either works.

You shot down Dust on a night where you were so frustrated and just wanted to catch something, damn it! It wasn't planned out very well, but once you saw the slight shift in figure, you fired. You caught Dust up in it and he fell.

When you'd gone to search for him, Dust would not have been in a good condition. His feathers would have been ruffled- some torn out, catching on branches as he plummeted. Almost immediately when you came into view he'd let out a quiet snarl, not quite capable to do more. His hood likely got shredded in the impact as well, so you've got a perfect view of those normally-white eyelights changing to be dual-coloured cyan-and-red as his LV climbs. He fully expects you to murder him, closing his sockets and waiting for the impact as your eyes travel all over his scratched and nicked bones.

When you decide to cut him out, he most definitely becomes violent and slams you into the ground with a rumbling snarl. His clawed hand shoved around your throat, leaving nicks in your skin as he stares you right in the eyes and-

... pauses.

Then his sockets narrow and he turns around and vanishes into the treeline.

You can briefly hear him breaking things on his way before you black out.

Dust is very much wary of you when you come to visit him- staying that way until he feels something off in his SOUL in the whole "cage-fighting" scene where Hiccup is getting pinned by the Monstrous Nightmare. He's begrudgingly your friend, potential mate, whatever beforehand, but the wariness doesn't fade.

Something in him snaps. He's a blur of speed as he forces his still-damaged wings to work, using up excess magic to create magic-generated feathers. They don't last for long; only enough to completely shatter the chains and launch whichever Avian is attacking you the fuck away. Fury basically radiates off of him as he steps in front of you, flicking a wing around to pull you closer to him. Of course, there are consequences to him being there, but he doesn't care.

( Second part will come after I read the original ask again :D )

[fanfictionalhooligan]

Oneshot: Dying in Husband!Haganezuka's arms〚WARNING: Severe angst and dark themes〛

This came from the following anonymous heacanon request:

"How would Hotaru react if his wife died in his arms? Or died in general? I love angst I devour angst."

For the art response, I will be repurposing drawings that ironically work well for this scenario under the right circumstances:

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“Out of my way –“

“Haganezuka-san, she’s in critical condition –“

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY! I’ll kill you!”

His voice was shrill and transforming into something unnatural at the words ‘critical condition’ and his eyes were wide with horror.

“Please, Haganezuka-san, it might be best for you not to be here right –“

“I���M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU – get out, NOW!”   

The Kakushi trying to block him from entering the room suddenly cried out in pain and recoiled, then stared down at the deep slash in his own arm in horrified disbelief. Haganezuka had struck a blow with his knife this time. No one had seen him actually do it before, despite so many instances of chasing Demon Slayers.  

The blade was dripping with blood as Haganezuka clenched the handle and marched forward; fear gripped the Kakushis around him like ice and they scurried away from him.

There she was.

His love. His Spring. The blossom that had emerged beneath the snow after a long, lonely winter. There she was - his wife, covered almost head to toe in blood-soaked bandages and IV lines hanging off of her like chains, laying silently and limply upon a cold hospital bed. Her gaze was dull and unfocused and anyone could tell that she was slipping away.

Haganezuka’s blood froze as he paced towards her, as if time had slowed for him to live every agonizing second of this hell. His arms dangled limply at his sides; the knife clattered against the floor, splattering the blood from the Kakushi’s arm as well.

The sound stirred her awake as if she could recognize it in her sleep. She must have known that her husband was nearby if there were knives around. Her eyes opened, focusing just enough to take in the familiar sight of his face. She smiled softly. “Hotaru…”

Her voice was hardly audible, so small and feeble. Haganezuka desperately rushed forward and threw his arms around her, lifting her entire upper body from the bed. “Y-you’re alive…” he whispered, unable to accept that it could change any moment. “The battle’s over. The demons are gone. We can finally live in happiness – hey, are you listening?” His voice shook as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. His gaze travelled down to her abdomen and the pool of blood that had soaked through it.

There was a stained, crimson-red pole in the corner of the room that had been removed; his face grew pale when it registered that she’d been impaled with it. A pole – a fucking stop sign pole. Of all the things –

“Hotaru,” she murmured, as if sensing that he was about to murder everyone in the room for letting this happen. “It was Muzan. He was…” her voice was faint and almost didn’t finish the sentence. “He…tried to run…we stopped him…buildings and streets were destroyed…”

Haganezuka’s entire body was trembling uncontrollably. She was far too calm. “I – I get it,” he replied. “You don’t have to explain…just…”

She gazed softly at him with a smile. There was something about that tender, glistening gaze that welled up his eyes with tears, and they began streaming down his face and dripping down quietly into her hair. “H-hey…” he began. “Don’t go. Don’t go, you hear me?”

His throat grew tight when she simply kept smiling at him.

“Come on – don’t go, my love. Please,” he begged her. “The battle’s over! The worst is over –“

“Hotaru…” she whispered, making him go completely still as he held her in his arms. “I…I was waiting for you. I wanted to see your face…”

One last time. That was what she meant.

She’d only been holding on long enough to be able to see his face for one last time.   

“I’m here,” he whispered feebly, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’m here and I’ll stay by your side, okay? J-just stay with me, too, okay? Please!”

The Kakushis behind him somberly bowed their heads and quietly left the room.

Her eyes were glistening with tears, too. “Hotaru…I love you. I always will. Whether in this lifetime or the next. The sun will rise for us…”

The seconds were slipping away. “But you’re my sun, don’t you know that? If you d-don’t rise again, I can’t…”  Haganezuka’s voice finally broke into a sob when she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, so content to be in his arms with that beautiful, oh, so beautiful, fading smile of hers.

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her tight and his sobs making it almost impossible to speak. “Can you hear me, my love? I love you so much, and I wanted to show you that every day for the rest of our lives. I am the happiest man in the world when you’re there with me, and just… please…please stay.” He wanted her to hear every word, to keep listening, anything at all for just another moment with her.

Her eyes fluttered open just a crack, just barely enough for him to see the green of Spring before it faded back into the winter snow. “Hotaru…the rest of my life has already been the happiest because of you.” Haganezuka’s lower lip trembled as her voice grew quieter and quieter. “You’re here now…and I’m happy.” A single tear slipped out of her eye before it shut for the last time. “I only wish I had more time with you…and…”

She never finished the sentence.

Haganezuka went completely, utterly still. “Misaki?”

Silence. Only silence.

Dark, cold, hollow silence.

Her head rested limply against his chest. While her own had stopped rising and falling.

Haganezuka’s eyes widened and time froze, and the world around them felt like thousands of kilometers away. He slowly looked down and saw that the smile had never left her face – just because she was in his arms for her final sleep. It was at that moment, right then and there, that Haganezuka cried out and wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face into her hair, gripping her so tightly that the IV poles fell over as the lines were yanked.  The sobs wrenched through his body, choking uncontrollably and whispering her name now and then even though the sound of it from his own voice only made the tears multiply. Her body was shaking along with his as he cried.

She was gone.

And, after that, swords would be gone.

There were no demons left and they would likely be discarded like useless artifacts of the past.

Those two things, his beloved Spring blossom and his swords - all that had ever made any sense in his life - were taken from him. Just like that.

Haganezuka rested his chin against the top of her head, cradling her and rocking slowly back and forth as if she were simply sleeping and must not be disturbed. Somewhere inbetween his sobs, the glimmer of the knife on the ground next to him caught his eye. He grew still in the cold silence, his gaze suddenly fixated on the bloodstained blade and unable to look away.

Maybe…maybe she wasn’t that far away.

He slowly became possessed by the silence as he simply continued to sit there for hours, cradling his wife’s delicate body in his arms to make sure she could continue to sleep peacefully where she’d been happiest. He was allowed to mourn alone and undisturbed. No one noticed how far down the pit of silence that his demented eyes were staring.

Haganezuka reached towards the knife.

- End

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Are you okay? Because:

THIS IS NOT CANON EVEN FOR AN AU. NOPE. NOPE NOPE, NOT IN THIS HOOLIGAN’S WORLD. This is a “what if”and I cannot with this ending ever make it official. Consider it an AU of an AU for masochistic angst lovers xD

***To address the suicide implication: I was conflicted on whether it’s OOC for Haganezuka, with Demon Slayer being a lot about moving forward even when you lose everything. So in this case, I wanted to portray it more like he was at his darkest lowest point and having a moment of madness that someone else would need to pull him out of if they’re in time. It would be possible for the ending to be a “HEY STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING” from Kanamori who storms into the room, knowing how impulsive Hotaru is and just having found out that his wife had died.

On another note, I had never intended to do another fic for Demon Slayer, but somehow nostalgia just took over me because I was actually well-known for writing horrific death scenes over at Fandom back in the day xD But damn this was painful.   

Anyway, if your heart is rekt, go read the true happy ending of this story here, come now. Don't worry, it's real.

I hope I did your headcanon justice, anon!

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

ler ateez headcanons neeeext? 👀

Ateez Ler Heacanons:

Seonghwa:

biggest ler to ever ler

bitch don't even try to tickle him back he will get you back 100x worse and you will regret it

tickles wooyoung and yeosang the most

mostly manages to get san down but it sometimes ends up with both of them getting wrecked by each other

likes to tease hongjoong by tickling him for the most random reasons

'you're younger than me? yup that deserves a wrecking session'

stress ler [ loves to stress relieve by going on a wrecking spree]

Hongjoong:

i honestly don't see him as a ler at all

he's not like chan to tickle because they're being bratty

likes soft tickling a lot and loves to tease the others about it

mostly tries to pin them down and get them good but ends up getting wrecked to pieces in the end

i guess he's just destined to be a lee

Yunho:

the 'therapist' ler

loves to tickle the members when they're having a bad day and loves back hugging them

loves to softly tickle behind their ear and watch his lee crumble into a giggly mess

he caaan be cruel

but only sometimes *ahem* wooyoung

not the type to stress relieve but yk he becomes happier just seeing the others smiling

Yeosang:

quiet ler

what a cute lil puppy face i wan squish him 😭😭😭

if you couldn't tell he's my bias

i feel like he would just sit there, quietly wrecking his lee and just smiling while listening to them squirm and giggle

he loves cuddly tickles, would go out of his way just to hug the others and try to tickle them

a lot softer than you would think 🥺

San:

one of the biggest lers along with seonghwa

massage tickles are his best friend

loves to tickle the naive ones the most

wooyoung, yeosang, the whole works

Mingi:

more of the ler to slowly wiggle his fingers and watch them slowly swallow thir own anticipation yk?

loves tickle fights cuz he doesn't have to do all the work

aftercare buddy 🥺

loves to just smother you in love after wrecking you to pieces

Wooyoung:

i don't think he can ler without getting wrecked

loves to intigate tickle fights just so he could get wrecked later

all the members love his laugh and its impossible to hide it from them

Jongho:

basically the changbin of the group

holds down the lee more than lers himself

he loves to attack hongjoong just because he's the maknae

goofy ler

loves teasing, but loves soft tickles even more <3

protect him at all costs ehe

[averinna]

Karin Kurusu heacanon (since people can expend on male characters, why not female characters, huh?)

After going to Paris, Karin come back and visit them often.

Miri love Karin. She call her Nee-chan even if it's not exactly true.

They both grow closer, especially when Miri start to reach puberty and some subject get awkward to talk about with Kazuki and Rei

Karin got interested in designing clothes to make parents and children to match since it's less usual than mother matching with their daughter

"Kazuki is the only one of you who dress properly... yup Rei-san, it's about you"

Rei know how to take care of himself but being prettier became kind of obligatory with how Karin endictroned Kazuki and Miri into it

Kazuki's role as the mom friend didn't disappear at all but it's ok, with someone else who want to get snack and junk food he can fake to be the responsible one and act like "it's not good for your health but since you all insist!"

When Miri does pajama parties with her new friends, Karin is the only one allowed to stay. UNFAIR!

To make up for that, Kazuki and Rei get to do pajama party too. They all find themselves in kigurumi and Miri is the only teen here, but it's ok. They marathon movies together (Kazuki have BIG opinions about the male lead of some of the romance they watch)

Karin is the kind of person who get random spurt of inspiration and need to make a draft of what she want on the spot in fear of forgeting. She have a notebook on her at all time

Like said earlier, Kazuki, Rei and Miri are her main impression for male and kids fashion but she also took inspiration from the mom of the kindergarten! They love her a lot but Karin have NO IDEA how to explain the comedian x oil baron deal

[moodooivy]

These are not canon facts (Except for Ink's height). These are all just heacanons. Hence the picture saying "Star Sans headcanons". Well I guess these are less of headcanons and more so me making some doodles of them. Also, in the future, my headcanons about them might change. They always are.

Undertale: Toby Fox Blue: Popcornpr1nce Ink: Comyet Dream: Jokublog

God this art is horrible.

[ashersbraincell]

This actually perfectly fits my heacanon considering I like to believe that Toriel and Asgore somewhat adopted Gaster who I hc as the father if sans and pap(…obviously, most of the fandom does and I for one am NOT an outlier) which makes Sans and pap the NEPHEWS of Chara and Az, and this comic envisions that PERFECTLY

Also genuinely love how this gives Flowey a reason to hate Sans 😂😂

Consider: babybones-sitter chara AU

The symbol of peace between humans and monsters is hard at work :]

The sequel:

(A grudge was made and several embarrassing baby anecdotes were shared)

[axmoth]

Headcanons except there not really heacanons because I make the Canon In this.

-Fear!Papyrus Has a emotional support turtle, There only really there to calm Papyrus nerves of being alone, He even named the turtle 'Sprinkles' because the spots on the turtles shell looked like sprinkles.

-Fear!Frisk Somtimes travel to other universes, Usually with Azzy, Chara doesn't come along because they don't care for other worlds, But somtimes when they do; They make a few bad puns with the fellow chara of that universe.

-Fear!Frisks only (And future because there seven and romantic love isn't really a big part of Fear!Tale but it's cute so I'm making it canon) love intrest is M.K an eight year old who will meet them a little after meeting fear!sans in snowdin, They become fast freinds; And Will start dating once all monsters get out of the surface (By then both will Be 15-ish? Though they might also be 12ish, It depends on how long it takes frisk to save the monsters.)

-Fear!Frisk always believed in ghosts before they fell into the underground, Now there just happy to be right, About one thing at least.

-Fear!Chara Absolutely Despises the taste of sugar free cookies.

-Fear!Asriel was a mommas Boy, And still is even after his death.

-Fear!Sans and grillby use to be romantically together; Before breaking up, There still on Good terms though; And Somtimes Fear!Sans will still joke that There grillbys favorite customer.

-Fear!Papyrus likes to be surrounded by multiple people, And is an extrovert.. But he has no idea how to socialize, He never really got to on the account he was raising Fear!Sans during his formative years when he could have been socializing with other people his age.

-Fear!Gaster adopted alphys after the death of there mother, So Fear!Sans and Fear!Alphys consider each other siblings.

[skelesansation]

what's the preferred body type in an s/o? for Ut, Uf and Ht Sans?

I think they would be okay with any body type as long as their s/o was a match in personality, but sure! I'll be completely honest! I think all Sans's prefer chubby bodies. There's something about the softness of thick thighs that they really prefer over any other. Being able to snuggle up to somebody warm at night is always pleasant. However, like I said, any body type would make them very happy. After all, they fell in love with you, for you. Not your meat shell.

[tonirollie]

Ahhhhhh....of course, Mr Sakurai is gonna want fIrE eMblEm. I mean...Banjo is cool, Steve also, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄