Dst Stories

Idk how to describe this without spoilers lol i try to get to point a lot TW: Transphobia, Homophobia, Swearing, Ableism, Masking neurodivergence, Slight swearing, annoying ass rich white people with no life and prob more i might add along the way of writing.

Don't we love it when the character that can't acknowledge their positive/ romantic emotions suddenly needs to acknowledge it and slowly accepts everything about themselves aha TW: blood and tiny bit of gore (not much but thought i'd still put it there) slight swearing (ofc cuz WX-78 is in here), idk how to describe it but like...being in a different state of mind (no drugs tho)

He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

THIS IS ABOUT MY PLAN TO ENSLAVE THE FLESHLINGS. AND MAYBE OTHER STUFF AND MAYBE ONESHOTS WHO KNOWS

Itsy bitsy spider Scaling the water spout. Unbeknownst to your love that grows wider, My heart is tangled in a web I still doubt. Wendy is in love. She doesn't know how to talk about her feelings. But, she knows how to write them down.

Hello everyone ! It's my first fanfiction, I hope y'all will enjoy it !

made just for me and a few friends

Just as Wes was on the brink of death a gentleman scientist manages to save his life.

This is a don't strave anthology. A collection of notes and entries from the various survivors of the constant. I would love some suggestions and comments. This is my first fanfiction so some advice would be lovely.

You grew up knowing about fae folk. You knew not to step in their rings. You knew not to make deals with them. And yet you did. The question is, do you regret it? A slow burn Wilson x fem!reader story. Despite there being a kind of "code name" for the reader, this is not an OC insert Potential triggers, implication of childhood abuse and the confrontation of it, blood, violence mental health discussion

Being alone isn't necessarily a curse all the time. Neither is a blessing. Like the Constant itself, the keys to freedom lie hidden somewhere between reality and the unknown. Behind the glooming moons back. Among the shadows of the dusk. As each piece falls in its place, a strange story gets closer to be unfold. Let the next step happen. A fanfiction built on the DST lore and game franchise. This is an experiemental story. Periodical continuation is not promised. I'll practice pacing, POVs, and balancing my narration in order to find my own writing style. I hope you too will enjoy the process! Please note, that the majority of this content starting from the Don't Starve Together icon on the cover to the last original character rightfully belongs to Klei Entertainment. Thank you!

Collection of one shots/stuff, feel free to request stuff and I'll get to it.

A new survivor appears in the Constant. A journey of discovery, kindness and love brings the survivors of this dark world closer together. Author's note: Swearing will probably be here. Yes, this is an OC self insert. No NSFW. Naw. Don't even think about it homie. Story cover is not mine. Message me on Discord: jaiden#4766 Please don't be a dick about my character being genderqueer. If you want to be transphobic, don't do it around people. Or at all.

you can request ships, x readers, maybe even ocs i'll upload a lot by myself sometimes enjoy

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