#sorry im trying to get these creative juices flowing
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shower thoughts:
imagine one day you’re scrolling through tiktok or ig reels and all of a sudden this video comes across your feed telling you that in 5 seconds your fictional crush (f/c) will be right behind you. you don’t pay it any mind and but you play along anyway and after a few moments you look behind you only to actually see your f/c.
“hi baby” they say in the most soothing voice possible to not scare you.
but BITCH !
the way you jumped up, your heart dropping down to the bottom of your stomach said too much.
“what the fuck!?” you exclaimed, backing up into the corner of your bed. the both of you just stared at each other waiting for the other to make the next move.
“okay this isn’t real, i’m just delusional as hell…” you say out loud. you then close your eyes. “when i count to five you’ll be gone because you’re just a figment of my imagination.”
after a little more than 5 seconds you open your eyes to see nothing but the door of your room wide open revealing your hallway and no one there.
so they were just a figment of your imagination all along, huh ?
#sorry im trying to get these creative juices flowing#i need to be motivated to write something good#eren x black reader#eren x reader#eren aot#eren yeager#eren fluff#eren jaeger#gojo x black reader#gojo x reader#jean x reader#connie x reader#shuri x reader#not sure what im doing anymore LMAOOO
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Your fav anon is backkkkk! Hey Love! May I request a Vox (and you can include Lucifer too) x Artist (f!) reader headcannons? As I’ve said before, take your time! ♡ ♡
UGHH OH MY FUCKIN GOD IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO GET TO YOUR ASK BRO ILYSM ANON TYSM FOR YOU PATIENCE UR FRFR MY FAV ANON ♡♡♡
anyways, here Luci + Vox x artist reader
Lucifer
~ Lucifer and you always create and paint things together, he loves your creativity and he adores your art
~ You and Luci exchange ducks on special days, like valentine's day, Christmas, and birthdays.
~ You always exchange art tips with each other, bother being artists and your own unique ways.
~ Many times you have painted Lucifer's ducks for him when he's feeling down.
~ You two took a picture on your anniversary and you printed it out and painted it, he hangs it up on his wall and he always says its “The best thing I've ever, ever owned my dear!” he always gets all cheery and smiles when he sees it
~ You paint lucifers nails for him, last time you made a lil duck design on them
~ People can always tell when you two have been hanging out because the two of you are all giggly and smiling covered in paint
~ You painted a mural in his room, an apple using both his and your favorite colors
~ you give all your art pieces to Luci, you tried to sell one of them and the poor guy almost cried
~ he's basically drowning in your paintings and all your artwork, he doesn't mind at all though. although he is running out of space…
~ whatever he'll just expand his room to fit more of your work.
~ you have forced Lucifer to let you do makeup on him, he wasn't too happy but you laughed your ass off at his annoyance and makeup covered face
~ He cant stay mad at you for too long though, when your mad at luci you'll grab one of his ducks and paint them a different color completely and rub paint off some off his other ducks
~ when you finally calm down you repaint all for them with him though, as an apology.
~ the two of you often take walks through the rings of hell for inspiration
~ surprisingly, the screams of everyone being tortured is great to get those creative juices flowing
Vox
☆ Now let's be for real here guys, Vox can't draw for shit, so him being with an artist reader is kinda cute and unique and funny
☆ But you on the other hand, “your art is beautiful! n’ it should be hung up in a museum or something like that doll, I seriously dunno how you do it”
☆ During certain shows where they need sets, props, or anything related to that, you'll be the one painting them being the first to volunteer you totally didn't draw a dick kn one of the sets and embarrass him on live television pft- noo psh- hah why would you ever do such a thing? it must've been val!
☆ You couldn't keep your laughter when Vox drew that picture of Alastor when be was throwing his hissy fit on live television
☆ you redraw a picture of Alastor for Vox to tear up crumble and kick around as a stress reliever
☆ Vox realized that you drew a picture of Alastor, didn't matter what it was for you still drew him, just then he got angry again and demanded that you draw a picture of him
☆ just one more thing to stroke his ego I suppose
☆ You and velvette are besties, she often steals you away from Vox so you two can draw up outfits
☆ and he totally doesn't ever never get mad at her because of that
☆ You often draw in a red and blue journal Vox gave you as a gift once, it was in a whim but you still love it dearly
☆ you draw pictures of him and you together with little hearts around them, but vox doesn't need to know that
☆ but one time he did look through your journal, out of curiosity. trying to hide the blush that spread across his face, he grabbed a pen and wrote little messages on a few of your doodles "Didn't know she was that obsessed with me" he mumbled under his breath while flipping through the pages
☆ “We're gonna recreate this photo tomorrow, meet me at my office in 4:00 dollface” -Vox
☆ when you noticed the note you almost lost your mind fangirling over this TV man
☆So you did as you were told and met him at his office, getting there a little bit early
☆ And just like that he picked you up and carried you bridal style to his chair, kissing you softly all over, with you giggling and blushing, creating your drawing perfectly.
-xoxo, Ari
#hazbin hotel#vox x reader#hazbin hotel fluff#hazbin hotel vox#vox hazbin hotel#fluff#romantic#hazbin hotel romantic#lucifer x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer hazbin hotel#lucifer#lucifer morningstar
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Last Night Cravings
A/N: so um im wanna be like an officially yk smut acc so ofc i have to try and keep up the post so here y'all go!! making smut w/some ayesha erotica playing def gets the creative flowing!! i hope y'all enjoy this olderbf!geto x y/n smut i made in class ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི as always so sorry for spelling mistakes, english is sadly my 1st language so it might not be as good but its def something! love ya ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི!૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི lmk who yall want next ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི
Summary: You're in your room and horny so you decided to tease your boyfriend Geto with teasing him with some sexting. Soon he comes over and gets snuck into your room wasting no time fucking the shit outta you.
Warnings: sexual facials, dirty talk, praising & degrading, pentane, rough oral & vaginal sex, hair-pulling, face/throat-fucking(in a sense), fingering, late at night sex
WC: 2,508
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It was 2:12am and you couldn't sleep. You were horny and it was eating you alive. So you decided to text your boyfriend, Geto, well really sext him. It was just your horny mind writing whatever it could think of. Soon he hit you with "I'm coming over." But, how was he gonna get in? It was far too late for your parents to let Geto. But you didn't want to sneak out plus he lived a good walking distance away from you. It would be morning by the time you come back. Your parents would be questioning whereabouts and you didn't want to deal with that. Soon you saw headlights coming closer towards your house making you making excited and hornier. You looked out your window and saw Geto standing down there with a smile on his face. The only issue was your house was a 2-story and your room was on the on the second floor. But thankfully, your father had a ladder on standby that you used. He climbed his way up fast and looked you in the eyes with hungry eyes. He placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer, kissing you hungrily. Holding you close, his tongue danced with yours. You walked backwards, while kissing him before you fell onto your bed. He climbed onto of your looking at you with the same hungry, horny eyes from before, admiring your pretty face.
"You made me pretty horny love, I really wanna fuck this shit outta your tight little pussy. Is that fine princess?" He whispered in a low tone. You could feel your cheeks warming up in response. You shook your head flustered. You could feel your pool of wetter grower bigger down there. He came closer towards you and went back to kissing you like a mad man. Kissing you even more hungrily, his tongue shoving inside your throat, his saliva mixing with yours. Your breasts squeezing against his chest as he grew closer towards you. He went lower, placing his hand onto your cheeks again, he kissed your neck, sucking and nibbling on it a bit. Leaving little hickeys on your neck. He went lower and lower with each kiss until he hit that special spot. Shivers went your body as he placed his kiss at the tip of your underwear. The pool grew bigger. He placed his cold hand on your inner thigh while the other one removed your underwear. His warm breath tickled your wet cunt.
Next thing you knew was his wet, sloppy tongue licking the inside of your walls. He didn't waste any time. His tongue swirling inside of your, cleaning you out again. He grabbed your thighs, his grip tight, pulling you vigorously closer towards him. Leaving you no time to react. A loud moan escaped from your mouth as you grabbed a scoop of his hair, pushing his tongue deeper inside of you. Juices flowing out of you as his slipped a finger inside of you, fingerfucking you. His tongue and finger created the prefect sensation inside of you making you moan as he covered your mouth with his open hand.
"Shh. You're making too much noise, can't have your parents catching me fucking their innocent little girl." He mumbled between your legs.
A second finger slipped in as replacement of his tongue as it placed on your sensitive bud. Your grip tighten on his hair. His finger increased on pace as his tongue danced on your clit.
"I love the way you moan for me like a slut when I fuck you so good. It gets me harder love." He mumbled.
The vibrations sent shivers down your back. Your eyes rolled back as his fingered fuck the shit outta your wet hole, creating a wet noise. You could feel an orgasm coming, your breath getting heavier in his hand.
"You're tight love." He said as he removed his head away from you wet bud, looking you dead in the eyes. He brought his head back up at your level, staring at you with a shit-eating grin as he looked down.
"Look at you taking my fingers so well," they went deeper at an angle. "Taking me like a good slut, huh? I bet it feel good too." Flustered, you nodded in response, moaning and breathing heavily in his hand. "I know the slut feels good, it's what she wanted anyway." He looked back at you before removing his hand and kissing your breath away.
His tongue mixing with yours, allowing you taste yourself. "You taste so good, don't you huh? You little slut." He said before going in for another breath-taking kiss. He went down towards your neck. Your body getting hotter and hotter as you got closer and closer, while his fingers pounded in and out of you at an even faster pace. Breathe getting as heavy as possible, your eyes rolled back as you came harden your boyfriend's fingers as your moans were once again muffled from his hands not allowing them to get as low as possible. He removed his fingers as you caught up with your breath. He looked at you but this time his face and eyes had a cold look to them. He looked at his cum-covered fingers and licked them dry.
"My turn princess, I wanna cum just like how you did. Hard. Now let's see what that tongue can do."
He lifted you up from the bed and brought you down to your knees on the floor. He looked so much bigger from this point. He stared down at with the same smirk from earlier. The bulge in his pants looked tight even though he was wearing loose pants. You pulled them down with his boxers and his dick sprung out in the open with pre-cum dripping fro his pink tip.
He looked down at you with an agitated look on his face. "What are you waiting for? Suck it like a good girl." You felt your cheeks becoming hotter as you opened your mouth, already getting stuffed with cock. "I want you treat me the same way I treated you and that wet pussy already." You looked up with his dick half-way inside of your mouth up with pre-cum dripping from your bottom lip. "You also wouldn't mind if I got a little rough?" He grabbed a good chunk of your hair. "Right princess?"
You looked at him with watered eyes as he shoved his whole dick inside of your throat. Without hesitation, he started fucking your throat. His dick shoving in and out of your mouth at a fast pace, hitting the back of your throat. Quite literally hitting that lil' dangly thing that swings in the back of your throat. Pre-cum dripping from your bottom lip to your chin as he shoved himself in and out of your throat like a sex toy. You couldn't keep up with his pace. You stared at him with tears dripping down your face and re-filling your eyes. It was blurry but you could still see that same smirk from before on his face. You could hardly breathe with dick filling up your mouth.
"You always look so pretty when I fuck the shit outta you love." He said groaning. Your whimpers muffled as he pushed your head farther, allowing you see his happy trail front up. It felt like a horny fever dream. You were quiet literally gagging on his dick while he made you take it because... "This is what you wanted right? You wanted me to fuck you like the slut you are huh? And you're taking it oh so well princess. I like the things your mouth can do, much better than watching you down some ice cream." His head rolled back as he let out a loud grunt mixed with a slight moan. Your vision started to give up a little as his pace became sloppier. "Fuuckkk." He moaned as his head went back. "Your throat is too good love." He was close and you could tell. With a couple more strokes, he nutted a big one inside of you of your throat. His breath heavy as he looked down at you, he slowing pulled himself outta you, cum dripping off your lips onto your shirt. He let go of your hair, using his free thumb to wipe up some of the dripping cum off of you.
"Sallow." He said a firm tone. You sallowed the remaining cum inside of your throat and stared back at him with that damn water still in your eyes. He wiped it off and you could see his face clearly now. "Say ahh." You opened your mouth saying "ahhh" as he shoved his cum-covered fingers inside of you. "Now lick up and sallow like a good slut." And that you did, just like a good girl.
His still hard dick looked at you with its cum covering its now white tip. You wondered how long he could keep it up for. "I hope you know I was joking in those text messages, I want that pussy clenching around this dick pumpkin, I was never playing around. But I wanna try something I've always wanted to try."
He lifted you up from the ground and placed you back onto the bed. Grabbing onto your right side, he flipped you over so your back is to him. He placed his cold hand on your lower back, lowering your arch. He teased you by rubbing his fingers on your throbbing bud. Soon replacing it with his wet tip.
"Imma take it nice and slow, don't wanna hurt you by rushing it."
He gently slid himself inside of you, following by a long groan. His strokes were slow at first. His dick slowly sliding in and out of you at a low pace. He slowly increased his speed. "You alright? Don't want to be hurting you now." You nodded in response. "You can go faster, it's fine." You mumbled. "Alright."
He brung you closer towards him, his balls touching your lower stomach, his speed increased just a bit more. His dick going inside you more at a quicker pace. His tip hitting at your g-spot. You grabbed onto on of his hand that was still holding onto your side. "Faster." You brokenly said into the sheets muffled. He grabbed back onto your arm, as he increased his pace once again. His dick now slamming into your hole. Your walls clenched around his dick as it pounded in and out of you. He grabbed a chunk of your hair again, pulling your head back so you can face him. Your mouth opened and eyes rolled back, he let go of your arm and grabbed your face with his hand, placing his thumb inside of your mouth. He used his other hand to grab both of your hands into a handcuffed form. Tears started to fall down your face again as he made intense eye contact with you. He grunted as he looked you in the eyes as he pounded in and out of you. His eyes had that same cold look from earlier with no mercy in sight. Like he was mad at you, but of course you couldn't make it out clearly with that fucking water back in your eyes. Why did he have to fuck you this good?
"I bet it feels good huh? Does the slut feels good as I pound inside of her huh?" His breath tickling your ear. You let out a soft loud moan that was quickly covered by his hand whose thumb was in your mouth. "Shh, don't be too loud. Can't have your parents busting in seeing you getting pounded like a dirty whore by me." His whispered in a low tone in your ear. Your eyes rolled back. It felt so good for his dick to being slammed in and out. His grip tighten on your hair as well as yours did on his dick.
"I bet you feel good. Getting pounded like a slut just like how you wanted. I bet you thought I was joking too, I bet you thought it was as fucking joke. Well now look at you, hair pulled, a big dick slamming into you hard into your tight little pussy, your eyes watering with pleasure, and me having to cover your slutty moan from being too low. Next time, Imma pick you up so my neighbors can properly learn my name. It's what you wanted so, you're gonna take it like a good fucking slut and say nothing about it." You were speechless from his words. Your moans were muffled from his hands. Not a thought came to mind either, it was like his strokes were making you crazy. Your breath started to get heavy. "I bet you're close too. You're heating up my hand princess. I bet this will be the best you ever had too." He groaned in your ear. It was way too much for you. It felt a horny fever dream a 13 year old boy would have during puberty. You couldn't pay any mind to way was truly happening around. You didn't care if you was loud, quiet, out of it or what, all you knew was you were close to cumming and you wanted him to make cum hard again. "Mhmm, you're so tight love. Taking me o-so well. You feel too good love, I might have to spoil you for this. You're gonna make cum inside of you love and I can't have that happening. I think I should cum on that pretty face of yours. You'll look pretty as my personal cum slut." His words hurt hit you hard. Hard towards the pussy, your juices were making a mess between you two. "I bet you want to cum all over this dick too, make a pretty mess over this fat cock huh?" You grabbed onto his arm. Your breath heavy as fuck, you were close and you could feel it. It was like his words were secret sexual magic or something. Whatever it was, it was turning you on much more~ "Come on beautiful, cum for me. Cum nice and hard on this dick princess. You know you want to~" Your eyes rolled as far back as they could as your breaths mixed with a moan as you came hard on your boyfriend. "Good job, princess. Now it's my time."
He pulled back on your hair hard as he shoved his dick outta you. Letting go of your hands and face, his tip covering your face. His breath getting heavy as he nutted all over your face. His grip loosen around your hair as he grabbed your hand again leaning in for a kiss. His tongue slipped inside of your mouth as he kissed you hard. Some of the nut got on his face as he let go of your fully.
"Let's get you all cleaned up before sunrise so I can be snuck out."
#plan3tstarr#reader insert#ao3#fanfic#jjk smut#anime smut#anime x female reader#geto x reader#geto smut#jjk geto#jjk x reader
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gaaaaaahh i soo love how pearl's story was illustrated in this animatic, but ESPECIALLY her interaction with scott here. (sorry no sound)
like IDK!! its not even anything special no really intense shots or uber impressive animation. but im just sooooooooooooo so SOOOOO freaking enamored with the recontextualization of the scene and the way the characterizations have been shifted just enough to tailor the interaction towards the bigger narrative they're trying to create. like. GAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!! THATS SO COOL!!!!!! its just stuff like this that's the beating heart of the life series fandom for me. just really gets all the creative juices flowing and makes my imagination go 10x the speed wild. I LOVE IT HERE!!!!
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ur writing has truly captivated my attention, i truly adore how you characterize everyone, and thats not yet reading your other writing requests AAAAA!!!! im just!! wow cat eyes wide holding these fics in my hands gently
if its alright, im a little embarrassed to ask so quickly, could i ask for more general loving teasing for adaman? just flustering him (by blatantly flirting with him if anything) sounds like a fun time tbh msbdndb
I’m sorry I didn’t respond to this sooner, I wanted to, but since it had a request attached I waited on the post. But thank you so much!! You guys are for real SO NICE, like for as many specifics and rules as I have for requesting and interactions I’ve pulled such a kind and supportive audience. I usually write full fics in my spare time, but it’s been hard to finish any project so these headcanon list type things are good to keep the creative juices flowing, and I’m so flattered that what I basically use as practice pieces are things you like so much!!! You guys are so kind!!! I’m glad you like my stuff so much!! We gays are in this together!
And Adaman requests are always speaking my language, I’ve never been as down biblically bad for a man in a Pokemon game as I have that guy <3
Teasing and Flirting w/ Adaman!
💎 — Adaman is pretty hard to shake up, not that he’s stoic, but more that he’s just so laid-back and being raised into this clan leadership position, it’s second nature for him to just be ready to react to anything.
💎 — And if someone he didn’t have feelings for tried teasing or flirting with him, he’d probably just smile, totally oblivious to their true intentions because he’s got a million things on his mind and any attraction for that person isn’t one of them. He just won’t think anything of it.
💎 — But coming from a person he is romantically inclined towards, however…
💎 — Well, he might laugh a lot more at your jokes. You might catch him running a hand through his hair with surprising regularity. Like he’s nervous or something…
💎 — He’ll usually do that classic narrow-eyed Adaman Look towards you when he realizes you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Well, ha! He’s the leader of the Diamond Clan, and he’s more strong-willed than that, thank you very much.
💎 — But okay, you’re really testing him. He’s good at keeping his voice steady, but if you’re around other people there’s no mistaking how his face tints just sliiiightly pink when you talk.
💎 — Walk up to him and twirl his hair while he’s just talking to someone or even just minding his own business, he’ll whip around and give you a MASSIVE glare.
💎 — Hugs from behind really fluster him. If you wrap your arms around his waist the first thing that kicks in is the “defend myself from wild Pokemon” instinct, and once he realizes it’s only you he’ll just scowl and try and ignore you.
💎 — The “scowl and try to ignore you” is a regular technique of his that usually doesn’t work. Of course, you know him well enough to tell the difference between when he’s flustered and actually mad. Adaman’s face doesn’t go all red when he’s angry.
💎 — He’ll take your first few flirtatious comments in stride but the thicker you lay it on, the less dignified his responses get.
“Do you know how pretty you are?”
“Why, yes, I did! Thank you for noticing, S/O.”
“You’re soooo cute when you smile.”
“Did you mean handsome? I don’t think a clan leader is meant to be ‘cute’.”
“You have the sweetest laugh ever, I want to hear it more.”
“Very sweet of you, but we’re in public!”
“If I kiss this spot behind your ear, you get all red and it’s the cutest thing ever, look…”
“Eh?! Can’t this wait for somewhere more private??”
💎 — Funny thing is, Adaman does a lot of teasing himself. He’s suave, confident, and charming, being teasy and flirtatious is just second nature. But if there’s one thing that’s also true about Adaman, is he CANNOT take what he dishes out. His flustered reactions to your teasing are pure and simple embarrassment. He’s nervous about looking too soft.
💎 — He’s never been in a relationship before, much less one with a man, and he has a lot on his shoulders as clan leader. Romantic interactions, all that playful couple stuff, it’s all so new to him and being on the receiving end of it just. Short circuits him. It’s why you find him so fun to fluster, and also why he forgives you so quickly—it’s just some harmless fun and your little way of nudging him to relax a bit in your relationship.
💎 — And he understands and appreciates that! He loves the flirting, deep down, he just has literally no idea how to react to it. Feelings?? Help?? Man calling me pretty make my heart go thump??
💎 — When you two are finally somewhere remotely private, he drags you off by the arm with a “what was that?!”
💎 — You just wink at him and tell him he’s so cute, it’s just hard to help yourself sometimes.
💎 — He’s also very weak to winking. That suaveness sweeps him off his feet.
💎 — When he does get you alone while you’re still in that flirty, teasey mood, he’ll probably scold you a bit and try as hard as he can to be mad at you—which he isn’t, because he’s a pushover and also this attention just tickles his heart in the best way.
💎 — But after he gets done sulking… he might scoot a little closer to you and shyly ask if you could talk like that with him again, or be playfully affectionate again, it really did feel good.
💎 — Just stop doing it while he’s trying to handle clan business!! You HARLOT. (affectionate)
💎 — But hey, you’ll get him to loosen up eventually. Until then, it’s pretty funny to watch him struggle to conjure up a proper reaction to you being this way.
(This all came out incredibly sexual-sounding which wasn’t the intent at all… my apologies. The harlot thing was a dramatic jab but nothing was intended as sexual here, Adaman getting flustered was just him getting flustered, nothing more. That ended up being really challenging to convey though, I’m sorry. ;;)
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in for a good crying session so i’d looove to see how prompts 43 & 27 would break me :’) im thinking sirius but whatever sparks the creative juices!! thank you lovely :>
43 “i’m right here. right here with you.”
27 “you had your chance.”
reader x sirius black, 1,152 words
warnings: main character death, very sad and angsty, not proofread
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a/n: oh my god i'm so sorry this turned out so sad?? i had a second idea that's still sad but no death involved if you'd prefer - but i went with the needing to cry type of vibe for now. lmk if you want a redo w these prompts lol
You and Sirius had been living in hiding together for nearly two years, on the run from Voldemort's forces. Despite the danger that lurked around every turn, it wasn't all bad. You found warm places to sleep, and when there was nowhere warm to go, you held onto each other more closely than you already did.
"Do you think things will ever go back to how they used to be?" You asked him one night, both of you laying awake, unable to sleep.
In the darkness, you could just make out the rise and fall of his chest as he contemplated your question. "I'm not sure." He said honestly. "I'd like to think so, I miss our friends, I miss our life... But I'm just not sure."
"I miss our friends too." You whispered.
Beneath the thin blanket, he grasped your hand, threading his warm fingers into your own. "I'm glad you are here with me." He said, bringing your fingers to his lips and pressing a kiss to each one.
"You're not too shabby for an end of the world companion." You said quietly.
A few days later, you were standing guard outside what you hoped was an abandoned house in a muggle neighborhood. Sirius was inside, putting up protective wards around the place. He'd always acted like an idiot at school, but at the end of the day you trusted his protective enchantments much more than your own.
You were allowing yourself to get lost in memories of the days before you'd been on the run, back when you'd had weekly dinners with your friends- back when you and Sirius had dreamed of getting married. Before your dreams became mere survival.
Suddenly you felt it. A chill in the air as all the hair on your body raised. And then he was there. Voldemort, pale and cloaked in a long black robe. He was flanked by two Death Eaters. Behind them floated three ghostly figments. Dementors.
Your stomach filled with lead. You'd barely reached for your wand when it flew out of your hand. The two Death Eaters grabbed you by either arm, dragging you towards Voldemort and the dementors.
You kicked and flailed and pushed against their grasp, but their combined strength was too much for you, especially with the hopeless pull of the dementors in the air.
Voldemort grasped your face, his unnaturally long fingers digging into your skin. "Where is he?"
He didn't have to specify who he was looking for. You already knew. Sirius. His brother, already part of Voldemort's forces. It was rumored that Voldemort longed to have control over both of the Black brothers.
You set your jaw. You wouldn't let Voldemort use you to get to Sirius.
"Where is he?" He asked again. When you still didn't answer, Voldemort sighed theatrically and released his grip on your face. The Death Eaters still held your arms tightly.
"I did try to be civil, Y/N." He said with a sigh. "Do try to remember that."
He nodded at his henchmen and they released you. For a moment, you didn't understand. But the Voldemort was pointing his wand at you and saying, "Crucio."
Your knees buckled and you fell to the pavement, writhing in pain. You fought every instinct telling you to scream or beg for mercy.
"Crucio!" The cold voice came again.
You were on your side now, hands clawing at the pavement as if you could crawl away from the pain he was inflicting on you. Tears flowed down your face and you were panting from the effort to avoid screaming.
The curse came a third time. "Crucio!"
And you couldn't hold back any longer. "Stop! Please stop it!" You screamed.
Your vision was fading in and out as pain continued to rack your body. You heard someone behind you laughing, and then the sound of a scuffle.
And then - your heart lurched. "Stop! Let her go!" Came Sirius's anguished voice. You forced yourself to look up. The Death Eaters had him by the arms. He was fighting them with every ounce of strength he had, and for a moment you thought he'd be able to break free of their grip, but then there came a sharp tug in your hair. Voldemort was pulling you upwards by their grasp your scalp. He forced you to your feet only to press the tip of his wand harshly against your throat.
Your head was forced back so all you could see was the dark sky above, but from the sound of it, Sirius had stopped fighting. "Please. Let her go. I'll do anything." He begged.
"Sirius, Sirius." Voldemort tutted. "I don't plan to ask the world of you. I just need one favor. Consider it an exchange, really. Join me, and I'll let her live. Your brother has disappointed me, see you don't do the same."
"Sirius" You whimpered, Voldemort's wand still against your neck. "Sirius, it's okay." The wand was pressed deeper into your skin as fresh tears began to spill down your face.
"No." You heard him say brokenly. "I can't– I won't–"
"It's okay." You said again.
Voldemort sniffed. "Pathetic. See how little you mean to him? I ask one favor and he can't even do it, even if it would mean saving your precious life."
The pressure at your throat lifted, but your relief was short lived as Voldemort gestured to the dementors. They swooped in on you faster than you would have believed. They were pulling you apart, eating your joy, even before Voldemort stepped away from you.
You were vaguely aware of voices beyond the hurricane of dark and cold that surrounded you.
"Please! Please stop it! I'll do anything, anything you ask!" Sirius's voice was frantic and full of desperation.
"You had your chance to save her, and you didn't. Now you must live with the consequences." Voldemort said.
You were so cold. Your hands had grown numb and your teeth were chattering uncontrollably. You were aware of your body falling to the ground, but you didn't feel the pain as you hit the pavement. And then everything went black.
"I'm right here. Right here with you." A distant voice. Familiar. Sirius. It was Sirius, and it sounded like he was crying. Why was he crying?
You couldn't see him. You couldn't see anything. You were floating away.
A sudden image flashed through your mind; Sirius, holding a broken, limp body. Holding you.
He was cradling your dead body in his arms, whispering over and over "I'm right here. Please don't leave me. Please come back."
But you couldn't. No matter how you tried, you couldn't force that living piece of yourself back into that body.
Cruel laughter sounded, but Sirius didn't pay it any mind. He just kept holding what had once been you.
"I love you." You thought, before every trace of you vanished from existence.
#my writing#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black#sirius black x y/n#sirius orion black#sirius black angst#sirius black x reader angst#marauders x reader
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so @strangeswift gave me a writing prompt of will bonding with someone through art, and mike getting jealous and i got.. uh.. carried away 😁😁
anyway, hope you enjoy it!!
will finds himself painting a lot lately. due to their, er, current situation, it was hard to find the best art materials, but he guesses it was a perfect opportunity to try out more sketching just to get it out of his system.
he sits on an empty bench near hawkins high, currently waiting for mike to finish his volunteering shift. mike actually asked him to stay with him, but he insisted he needed some fresh air alone. he tried to ignore mike’s hurt puppy expression and the somber way he said ‘oh, okay.’ as he requested it.
he didnt know what he was drawing. he practically had two full pages full of scribbles that amounted to nothing, that it led him to exhale out of frustration. he places the crumpled pages close to him so he makes sure to properly throw it later. he hated not being able to make things. it was the only way to keep him distracted from his thoughts, but his mind just decided…not to cooperate. the brain’s funny like that. will’s brain is funny like that. he had the biggest art block since the entire world ended and all that could occupy his mind was his stupid unrequited crush. so sue him for not making the creative juices flow enough.
that is, until he sees a particular guy at his proximity. he looked like a student, and he was talking with his friends. he seemed cheerful, a bright spirit with the way his laugh projects from where will was sitting. long, curly hair brunette, with kind eyes. he was wearing an oversized polo with that was effortlessly tucked into his shorts. if will was staring any longer like a creep, he could have sworn he saw piercings under his nose too.
and before will knew it, will draws a stroke, then two. it didnt take long until he was drawing a wisp of the boy’s hair, building it up. absentmindedly, his hands begin to move on its own as he puts in a couple of short strokes in a certain area. the lines lead to a nose with a strong bridge. he transitions to putting quite some detail in the subject’s lips, and then the kind eyes will took in great detail of.
just a couple of details, some subtle shading and… done.
will marvels at his new creation, and he found it hard not to stare. mostly because he couldnt believe he was capable of drawing something this good. he believed at least, that it was enough to capture this person’s beauty, that was worth something. and even if he’s the only one he’d think that, he’ll hold it close. he lets himself be proud of this one.
‘’tsk. damn, i knew i was attractive, but…’’
will jumps at the voice behind him. as if on instinct, he swiftly fumbles to close his sketchbook and set it aside. his head darts from his sketchbook, to the guy behind him.
and after a few short glances, will concludes this is not just some guy. this was the guy who he was just fucking sketching in public and now he has no idea how to get out of this situation that doesnt make him seem like a creep.
but he also found it rude to leave the guy hanging overall. he takes a deep breath. whats the harm in digging the grave a bit deeper?
‘’h-hey, uh.. listen about this...i dont normally do this. draw like this in public.’’ will manages to croak out. smooth.
the boy’s kind eyes smile. ‘’but im just soo handsome that i broke that habit out of you? im flattered.’’
‘’i-im sorry, i didnt mean to freak you out. let me just..’’ will stammers, in the process of tearing out the paper where the sketch is. before he starts to crumple it, the boy suddenly holds will’s hand. will knew it was to stop him, but the fact a boy is holding his hand thats not a threat in any way is making his brain short circuit a bit.
‘’before you do that..can i see it?’’ the boy asks earnestly. will could only stare, incredulous. ‘’come on, its my face. i at least have a right to see it.’’
‘’it-it’s not really that good.’’
‘’ill be the judge of that.’’ he smirks, and gently takes the sketch off of will’s hands. he leaves him with a flirtatious smirk leaving will flushed.
he then turns his gaze onto the paper and continues to look at it for what seemed like an eternity for will. he scans his face for a reaction, but it looked like the boy was still making his final verdict.
will was dying. he didnt know why he cared about the opinion of this boy so much, but he did. hell, something must have possessed him, because the last time he drew a boy he found pretty was mike wheeler and he was basically his muse. he felt like he was betraying mike somehow, even if he never actually told mike he was the constant subject of a of his paintings.
will wanted to jump off a cliff from this humiliating revalation.
‘’you’re amazing,’’ the boy’s booming voice brings will back to reality. ‘’i love the way you shade. you brought out my features so well in a way thats you. like from this piece alone, i can tell what your distinctive art style is, and that is insanely difficult to pull off. you should be proud!’’
will finds himself at a loss of words from the sudden compliment. he has no doubt his face is as red as an apple right now. all he could do was nod rapidly, and mutter a simple thanks. the boy attempts to flip a page, only to look back at will with a look asking for approval. will nods again to accept. one person looking at his sketchbook couldnt hurt, right?
..until he reaches the forbidden page where its full of mike drawings. he feels his cheeks glow red again, heart rate beating. he cant believe he forgot that was even there. this is why he doesnt let people see his stuff! its all of his feelings in one page!
however, he wasnt met with a look of disgust. just curiosity, and softness. ‘’these are all great. i can see youve been experimenting with a lot of mediums here; acrylic, charcoal. have you tried oil?’’
‘’oh.. yeah. oil is a little new for me. im meaning to get better at it though.’’
‘’good. its good to be an all rounder.’’ the boy says enthusiastically as he flips more pages, the beaming look of genuine awe never leaving his face. more pages of his sketches of mike show up, and will intends to coil himself into a ball until he shrinks to nonexistence.
‘’i notice you draw this guy a lot. is he someone you like?’’
will freezes.
the boy closes the sketchbook, waving his hands in the air. ‘’no, no, shit! um…dont worry. dont worry, okay? fuck, i keep forgetting it’s…’’ the boy sighs. will starts to get confused at his reaction. why was he taking this so strongly?
‘’im…i didnt mean to scare you. its just.. im.. i mean, if you are..’’ the boy continues to stammer, and will feels himself lean closer.
could he also be..?
‘’m-my boyfriend. im an artist too, actually. and i tend to draw him a lot.’’ he finally lets out, his hand gently caressing will’s sketchbook and brings it back to him. ‘’its normal.’’
‘its normal.’
its normal.
will repeats it to himself like a mantra.
will holds out a breath he didnt know he was holding. he smiles widely. god, hes actually meeting someone who’s just like him. unfortunately taken, but wow.
we do exist.
‘’well..he’s not my boyfriend though.’’ will mutters, playing with the spirals on the top of his sketchbook. his smile drops once he says it. ‘’mike-his name is mike- has a girlfriend. well, had a girlfriend.’’
‘’oh fuck.’’
‘’.. who just so happens to be my sister.’’
‘’oh fuck.’’
will finds himself smiling at his reaction. yeah, he knows his situation’s the worst, but at least he can get a kick out of how people are taking it. ‘’yep.’’ he replies popping the ‘p’ at the end.
‘’im sorry, man.’’
‘’its okay. all i wanted was for us to be best friends again. but lately, i feel like…we aren’t anymore.’’
‘’why do you say that?’’
will still finds it strange and shocking how he’s openly telling someone about his definitely not straight feelings to a stranger, but in all honesty he never felt safer in his life. so he finds it in himself to continue.
‘’i-i don’t know,’’ will scoffs. ‘’i don’t even know what i did. we’re at such a.. weird stage in our friendship right now that i dont even know what we are. first he ignores me for her, now when he broke up with her, hes running back to me spouting about he wants to be friends, and now hes gone back to fixating over her and ignoring me again. like… i feel like’s playing with me. and i hate myself for it. i should get angry, but all i can do is accept when he runs back to me, even if its so unfair. because unfortunately, ive been in love with this stupid guy for as long as i can remember, and i feel stuck.’’
will presses his lips to a line, and closes his eyes. before he knew it, tears slowly started to come down. and now he’s crying to a stranger. great! ‘’sorry. i never.. met someone like me before, so this is..’’
‘’dont apologize, alright man? i get it,’’ the boy says as he gently rubs will’s back. ‘’this is huge for me too.’’
‘’how did you know? weren’t you worried i was going to..be disgusted, or something?’’ will asks.
he shrugs. ‘’i dont know. there’s something about you. about me. we just know, right?’’
will wipes his tears and sniffs. ‘..yeah. right.’’
‘’and concerning your friend…’’ the boy smiles gradually. ‘’don’t give up.’’
‘’what?’’
‘’after what you told me? something tells me its.. not over between you two.’’
before will could inquire any more, a gentle but tight grip lands on his shoulder. he turns around, it was mike. ‘’hey, sorry for the wait. you good?’’
‘’oh, yeah.’’ will turns to the boy with kind eyes with a big grin. ‘’im really glad i met you.’’
the boy grins back. ‘’me too! is there any way we can keep in touch?’’
‘’yeah! yeah, let me just..’’ will tears a small piece of paper from his sketchbook and starts writing his number down. before he could continue, he turns to mike with an apologetic look. ‘’sorry for this mike, give me 2 minutes.’’
‘’sure, whatever.’’ mike says flatly, not even looking at will. he was crossing his arms, his demeanor all grumpy.
okay, weird. did something happen back in the school?
will finishes writing the number and gives it to the boy. ‘’this is at the wheeler’s place, but we’re just staying over there. you can just ask for me.’’
‘’i mean i would, but i dont even know your name.’’
before will could open his mouth, mike takes over for him. ‘’his name is will. what’s yours?’’
what seemed like an innocent question sounded very threatening and condescending to everyone else.
he squints before answering. ‘’my name’s ty. yours?’’ he asks rather teasingly. will is so lost, because ty is looking at mike like he’s an open book, and he knows the chapters like the back of his hand.
‘’mike. mike wheeler.’’ he extends his arm for a handshake. ty reaches out to accept it but once he reached a glimpse of contact, mike pulls back immediately as if he was burnt. ty doesnt seem too bothered though. if anything, he feels like he was expecting that. ‘’ahhh.. so you’re mike.’’ ty says with one side of his lips curving upward.
will felt the tension rise. he did not like it.
mike clears his throat. ‘’will, we need to go. curfew, remember?’’
‘’since when did you care about curfew?’’ will smirks.
‘’i don’t,’’ mike rolls his eyes. ‘’honestly, i just wanna go home.’’
‘’okay, okay.’’ will obliges. he takes one last look at ty, who was giving the two a knowing look as they walk away. again, weird. what the hell does ty know about them after a 10 minute conversation?
he then turns back to mike whose back was more slumped than usual, walking a little faster than will. will jogs up to catch up to him.
‘’so, how was your shift?’’ will asks awkwardly.
‘’it was fine.’’
‘’..mike, did something happen? because you seem a little…’’
‘’im fine, will.’’
‘’..okay.’’
the atmosphere was very tense now, and will didnt want to escalate it further than it has. he knew mike was already drifted away, and he did not want to make it more complicated. he got the message, theyre not that close anymore. done.
but mike suddenly stops in his steps, which makes will do the same. ‘’mike?’’
‘’will.. did you.. draw him?’’
will has been turning red a lot today lately. ‘’w-what?’’
‘’that.. guy. did you draw him?’’
‘’i.. did. did you see that?’’ will yells at himself, beating himself up internally for drawing in public, for putting his heart out on his sleeve. curse one cute guy for making him submit. he feels mike walk closer to him. his heart beats rapidly. this was it. he was mentally preparing for mike to hate him, tell him he’s disgusting, and that he never wants to see him again.
‘’do you draw me?’’
‘’what?’’
‘’i know you draw me with the rest of the party, with.. dnd stuff but..’’ now it was mike’s turn to fumble in his words and mannerisms, and will has no fucking idea on why, but by god was it adorable to watch.
‘’i just wanna know if you drew me too. like, just me. portraits, you call it?’’
after what you told me? something tells me its.. not over between you two.
it was that one recalling of a conversation that made will feel a little bit bold that day. ‘’..yeah. lots of times, actually.’’ will looks down with a shy smile on his face.
‘’good.’’ mike whispers.
‘’huh?’’
‘’fuck. nothing. um…okay. cool.’’
‘’yeah.. cool.’’
…
‘’will you be drawing him more than..me?’’
will cannot believe what he’s hearing right now. did the universe just decide to fuck with him today? is he getting targeted right now? a sick, cruel joke?
will doesn’t think so, because all he sees right now is mike. the mike he misses. the mike who talks to him all gently, who’s himself. nervous, wreck of a human being mike wheeler. mike wheeler, the love of his life. forever the subject of his paintings.
will looks up at mike, and their eyes lock.
‘’not possible.’’
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COULD i also request an idol!K oneshot/longshot (perefered fem reader but also wtv you are comfortable w) inspired by you are in love by taylor swift and its like suuper fluffy and he is so sweet and kdramary and like theyre wondering around the city or smth(can you tell I just finished binge watching i-land and immediately need compensation for the pain it caused me 😭😭😭) omg maybe like a friends to lovers trope and he realises how much she means to him and its like a she fell first but he fell ten times harder like IM SO SORRY FOR RAMBLING I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MEJFDHSKDFGJ like im just imagining confessions in the rain after a miscommunication which left them both rlly sad and then she runs after him in the middle of a city street at midnight. honestly PLS TAKE complete creative freedom because as you can probably tell my thoughts rn r super messy and delulu ajshgfhkfhkgdjhsdfhgfdjkg i literally just have been thinking abt a long fic to get immersed in w K bc i have seen ltrly none😔 THANK U SMSMSMSMSMMS ASDKJFH.
Here i am!! So i finally got back to my writing and this one got those creative writing juices flowing and it gave me so many ideas so enjoy!!
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Coffee at Midnight.
K! X fem reader based off the song “ you are in love “ by Taylor Swift.
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You and K had been friends for what feels like forever. You guys had gone to the same school and were close in age so you two naturally grew closer. Before you even realized, you two were best friends. But as time went by you couldn’t help but look at K differently, Over the years he had filled out and his features grew more defined. Anyone who knew K would notice this, unless they were blind.
But you hadn’t even registered your own feelings changing, not until you were head over heels for him. You two shared a love of the performing arts so when he debuted, he managed to get you an audition and then he stepped back and let you handle it. He knew you’d land the rest yourself, he always had a blind faith in you. He trusted you more than you trusted yourself. It was a little bit after that, that you realized you’re own feelings towards K.
It was one look, and a dark room, a light hearted joke.
It had been a few months since you had begun your training, and to say that you were exhausted was a major understatement. It was well past 10 at night your monthly evaluations were right around the corner and you couldn’t quite nail the choreography that you would be tested on. Your body was tired and you were drained but you couldn’t just give up. Your eyes were aching so you had dimmed the lighting just enough to relieve the dull ache.
You were so into your practice that you hadn’t heard your phone going off, you didn’t hear the messages that k was sending to check on you. And lets just say when he got no response, he went to check on you himself. Because how dare his best friend not answer him.
What you did hear was the door to the practice room opening. You had thought for a second that it would be an instructor coming to kick you out of the room, luckily it was not. It was just K.
“You weren’t answering me…i was worried about you.” K said, being the one to always speak his mind. But he could read you like a book. So why bother hiding your exhaustion. Without saying anything, you let out a sigh and not-so-gracefully sat down on the ground. You laid back and simply said. “I have been at it for hours and i cannot get it right no matter how hard i try. Im not that much of a dancer.”
And then he gave you that look, the look that would make you feel so loved and cared for that it unlocked all of those hidden feelings.
“Please don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing so well. Even if you do not realize it. You know….i think i saw some janitors, trainees… even a few pigeons watching you dance through the windows. An amazing performance.” He said jokingly, although he truly meant that you did an excellent job. He had just wanted to see you smile instead of looking like you would cry any second.
And after that, your feelings for him kept growing but you were certain he would never see you as anything more than a friend. Still you always had hope that he /could/.
That was until you had gone to the mall one day and were window shopping by yourself, you had invited K along but he had said that he was at a practice. You didn’t think anything of it, they had a comeback coming up anyway. You really didn’t give it a second thought. Well…until you did.
You had walked into your favorite store, the place where you got all of your clothes from. It was locally owned and they only had this one location. Everything about it made you smile, from the dresses to the shoes, to their jewelry. You were happily browsing but that soft peaceful smile that you had faded in an instant.
Right in front of you was K and a girl you had never seen before standing in front of a bracelet rack. They were clearly close, leaning closer to each other as they talked.
In that second, it felt like your whole world had came crashing down. Why had he lied to you about practice? Why was he here with /her/? And why was she standing so close to him? A thousand questions raced through your head as K looked up and made eye contact with you. There was panic in his eyes in that second, and without a word you turned around and left. If only you knew the real reason that he was so panicked….
Unknown to you, the reason he was there in the first place was because he had wanted to buy you a bracelet and confess his own feelings that had grown. He wanted it to be romantic and special. A sweet confession. He had asked his cousin to come along and help him pick out something that you would like. He only wanted to surprise you and not hurt you.
He thought situations like this only happened in the dramas that he watched on the television. But K had seen that devastated look in your eyes and he felt the pain that washed over you in that second. You might have fallen for him first but he fell harder that’s for sure.
it was midnight when you decided to go to the convenience store and get some coffee, your head was still swirling with emotions, and the weather outside represented how you were feeling, windy and stormy. Then you felt your phone go off and found that K had texted you, saying that he was on his way to your apartment. All you said in return was that you were getting coffee, to come a different time.
As you rang up your coffee and a little sweet treat, you pulled your hoodie up to cover your hair before going back out in the rain. You wee still hurting but you couldn’t see K until you felt calmer. You didn’t want to lose him entirely.
The bell sounded from the door and before you knew it you heard your name bing called. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.
“she is my cousin.” That was all k said as he walked up to you. And you were still in shock because how had he known that you were at this convenience store.
“This is the only place open that has coffee near your place..” He seemed to hear your silent question, then you noticed that his hair was soaking wet from walking in the rain.
“still. I thought you had practice.” The hurt in your voice had said enough as you walked around him heading back inside. It was all a fresh feeling for you and you still had so many questions left unanswered.
“stop and listen please.” K said following you outside into the pouring rain. That’s when he let the truth slipped past his lips as he let like he was losing his best friend. He grabbed your hand and you felt a smooth, cool metal press against your hand. “I didn’t know that you felt this way about me until i saw that look in your eye today. (Y/n) i was planning to do this in a better setting but ill just tell you now. She was helping me buy you a bracelet, I couldn’t tell you because it was going to be a surprise. But i really like you, actually no. You’re my best friend and you mean the entire world to me, i love you. Im sorry you had to find out this way.” The look in his eyes was a desperate one.
You felt shocked, you had never once considered any of the things that just fell past his lips, and as if he saw your shock he let go of your hand and left the bracelet there. He rocked back on his heels to give you time to process his words as the rain fell around you two.
“i… you like me? Really? But how did you…. Did you know I’ve felt the same?”
“not until today…i saw that look you had. Like you wee heart broken…I can’t risk losing our burnt toast sundays…” His comment made you crack a smile as all the pieces slowly fit into place.
and the rest…. Well that’s history.
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COME BACK I MISS UU😭😭 you shaped my childhood i found your works when i was 12 IM 17 NOW i miss slyth i miss YOUR OCSSS WE MISS YOUUU
:(
im sorry to disappoint you, i cant draw as much as i used to. my body has severely deteriorated compared to when i was able to draw every day, back in... um.. when was it.. it feels like its been so long i dont really remember when it started. im gonna guess around 2020/2021 maybe?? i feel like it was before that but im not sure.
either way, i miss the days when i was younger too. youre not alone in that.
i have a lot of mental and physical problems i've been working very hard to fix, and ive been slowly but surely trying to get healthier. ive been to a lot of doctors and specialists and i even stayed at an eating disorder center for a while. i dont want to go into too much detail about my personal life but the past few years have been entirely focused on improving myself.
i also finished college, so im trying to find my place in the world on top of all of that. i really wanted to do animation/art as my career, i even got a degree in computer animation... but i dont feel like i learned much... and i cant sit in a chair long enough to actually get any work done. its so painful to draw, and even exist for that matter. im in a lot of pain, constantly. it sucks. ive been working really hard, but if i dont improve soon. i might need to pursue a different profession.
i do have a lot of art i havent posted here that i plan to post eventually, but ive been very preoccupied. on hiatus basically. sorry to everyone on discord i havent replied to (i have so many dms but no energy to keep up with this online identity T_T). ive taken a severe step back from the internet as a whole, and everyone on it, i guess. id like to create more original content... but because of everything that's happened, my creative juices arent flowing as much anymore.
i hope you all wont miss me too much. id like to come back some day, i hope i can get better soon. i love you guys, and thanks for checking up on me anon. it means a lot to me that people still care/think about me. heres a slyth doodle i made for you, he misses you too.
#ask#sorry#im going through one of the worst ages of my life rn#i feel like im dying... agh...#hope you understand#sorry to be dramatic#though
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Hello Mari, I've read a lot of your works and loved every single one and (I'm very shy sending you a message so please bare with me), you inspired me to write again. I've always loved reading and there was once a time where I was into writing but I was a child back then and yeah basically you're one of the writers here that inspired me to write again. Thank you for that really, and I wanna ask you if it's alright with you to critic my work? It's okay if you're not up to it, you don't owe me anything, I just wanted to ask really
Thank you again Mari, and I hope you continue to write more because life sucks and you're one of the few authors who spice it up for me.
(ps: I feel very doubtful whether sending this is the best decision because I don't want you to feel I'm trying to do something here, I really just want someone to critic my work and you're really good at writing and I wanna improve. Again, feel free to say no, I wouldn't take offense to it. 💜💜💜)
omg hello!! im finally able to answer your ask!! pls don't be shy with me! im sometimes awful at answering asks but I try me best!
awww I feel happy that ive been able to inspire you to start writing again. I have my own fanfic writers actually who inspired me to start writing again.
however, I do not feel that I am in a place to critic any work. I myself feel that I am horrible at critiquing because I never know what to say. I only know how I feel and usually, if I start not liking or enjoying something, I will immediately quit. I also never know whether someone is actually wanting a critic or wanting me to lie and say something just to better their feelings.
Im sorry if that doesn't make sense. But I can give writing advice!
-having a notebook where you jot down ideas or even write down paragraphs or scenes that you imagine. This is what I do and it is the best way that ive found that works for me to remember what I want to write. I write down plots and character notes and even background information.
-write write write. practice makes better. just keep writing. using writing prompts to improve your genres and how you write. it can get your creative juices flowing and help improve your writing devices as well.
-explore different genres if you can and find what you like. Ive found that I enjoy writing soulmate aus and fantasy aus. I enjoy the idea of what could be and the realms that hold possibilities. anything can be what I make it but still hold onto the collective rules that the fanfic community has bestowed upon certain genres like werewolf stories and hybrid ones. ive also noticed that I have an affliction to writing darker stories. like yandere and mafia. ive had numerous readers tell me how well I write those stories and I have fun with them as well.
im sorry I don't feel comfortable critiquing your work but I hope that my small bits of advice do help you in your writing journey😊
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Sooo I’m having a bit of ✨writers block✨ rn and I’m struggling to get things posted bc I just cannot find the inspiration to finish them. Im gonna try to get a few small drabbles out to maybe feed my creativity if I can but I’m honestly just struggling rn. I have a few fics I really wanna post but I just can’t find the inspiration to continue them and then I have a request I’m working on but my creative juices just aren’t flowing rn. So I’m sorry if there’s nothing out for a good while, I’m just trying to find my ✨artistic energy✨
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*head peaks out behind the door*
hehe hi maeby baby, sorry i’ve been a little mia these few days i have been busy preparing some stuff
i don’t remember if i have mentioned this before but not too long ago i started a small business (i made air dry clay stuff >.<) and i signed up to be part of this event in my city where a bunch of small businesses come and they sell their products (my sister is also going to be selling second hand clothes that we’ve been trying get rid of for months now) so basically i make the pieces, wait for them to dry, sand them, paint them and then varnish them non stop so I can have as many products as possible 🤧
im a lil excited but also nervous like i hope people buy stuff hagshs (pls)
also on a little side note my birthday is on august so I’m trying to come up with ideas for my “party” which is just a get together with my friends buT I’ve been suffering cause last year I managed to invite like 6 friends and it was perfect but this year like i think only like 2 friends are in the city so low key im sad about that ;(( (i fee like it sounds like a stupid problem but for real like where did all my friends go lmao)
n e ways, hope life has been treating you good
take lots of care babyyyyyy
mwa mwa mwa
-🧸 anon
hiiiii sorry i replied late, i read this a few days ago and completely forgot to respond because i was in the city ㅜㅜ
starting a business (not going to lie) seems like a lot of work so i wish you the best on your journey and i hope your business gets a lot of recognition and sales! also clay pieces? i wish i could sculpt but i can't for the life of me, my creative juices just don't flow there but i'm sure yours are so cute and if i was there i would definitely buy some from you LOL
i hope people buy stuff from you as well you deserve that <3
i don't know if you're birthday has already passed or not but happy birthday and also same idk where my friends have gone but i do hope you have or had the best birthday ever even if it was just 2 friends i was there in spirit ! it'll be fun as long as you find ways to manage that with only two people in attending + my spirit LOL
also yes life has been a treat and i actually went to go see a broadway show like a week ago and it was really cool and fun and now i want to see more but i also want to see seventeen so i'm not sure which to pick LMFAO
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not trying to start drama on your blog but this is just a note to the person that came at you, there's actually ALOT of jjk writers that write plus sized readers. they just don't always specify that the reader is plus sized. it's either coded or just slipped in the language but they don't outright tag it as plus sized. the amount of time's i've read about a character 'gripping at my back rolls and thick thighs'-- 😭 im fine with it because i'm not exactly the thinnest but the body shapes on readers for alot of writers out there are very detailed still even when they're not advertising it. so idk, maybe dip your toe in the pool and don't look for stuff that advertises SPECIFICALLY to you and you'll suprise yourself.
no worries! like i said before i understand the process of wanting to be seen and wanting to have reader be more like you…and i get it, the world is catered to thin people there’s no denying that it’s seen in media across the board and it shouldn’t be that way.
that said not every writer is going to write things specifically. i try to keep things vague in x reader but i know sometimes i can project a bit of myself into my writing but i think that’s pretty normal…in all forms of media there’s a little piece of the creator in it. i happen to be really short for example so i tend to write characters “looking down” at reader without even realizing just because that’s the way i walk through life.
and like you said there is plenty of diff types of reader out there if you look. idk. it hurts my feelings a bit because i have nothing against x chubby reader at all and i hope people know that. i just write 99% from experience because that’s just how i get my creative juices flowing. i don’t write x dom! reader or x male reader either for those same reasons.
sorry this got long. i appreciate you taking the time to say something and try to make me feel better. it’s very sweet 🤍🩵
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I PICKED A WHOLE BUNCH AGAJAHS
⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?
🙋♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfiction?
💖 What made you start writing?
❌ What's a trope you will never write?
🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?
🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?
⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?
WAHOOO TY :D
⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?
So many. So so many. You would not believe the amount of scrapped or unfinished pieces that I've got in my drafts. Definitely more than what has been posted here for SURE.
🙋♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfiction?
Yeah, I'm fairly open about it with my closest friends (who do like to clown on me for being a genshin impact fan and an anime boy enjoyer etc etc (all in good fun tho)) though I wouldn't tell them the name of my blog. My boyfriend knows of course, he often gets early admission to ideas and brainrots and drafts and access to the fics I'd never post online :3
💖 What made you start writing?
Not a point of bragging but I've always had a bit of a knack for writing, so as I began to fall behind in other subjects I kind of threw myself more into writing - a lot of it came about for coping reasons, just me seeking to make things that could comfort me when I was feeling down, ways to get certain ideas to stop rolling around in my head so much, or even ways to help me process things I was going through at big times in my life (even if I didn't realise it at the time - there are some fics I go back and read and realise ive unintentionally been mirroring real life things that were happening to me during that time).
I also am just a sort of. creative person in general, I do a lot of visual art but I find it takes a lot of spoons and mental energy that I just don't always have - I've been slowly learning to take more pride in my writing and the way it has improved over the years - sometimes I struggle to see my own writing as a 'valid' piece of art because I just... I find it almost... easy, if that makes sense? It takes less spoons and often feels like less thought so my brain kind of goes "ah yes I'm somehow cheating at this" and refuses to see it as a Real Piece of Media I Created. But I've been getting better!! So yeah I think I've always been a bit of a writer but I only really started getting into it around high school, and I only started posting it online super recently (this blog is the first time ive ever shared my writing with a wider audience!)
sorry for the mostly offtopic ramble aha im a little all over the place rn but yeah !! this was an interesting subject to think about ty <3
❌ What's a trope you will never write?
Honestly? There's genuinely not much i won't write. If I can find a way to spin it that'll get the brain juice flowing, I'm set. There are certain things I'd write that I'd never post, but that's a different kettle of fish entirely (thats such a strange phrase to me jkahsfd)
🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?
Childe and Itto are SO Fun to write, Childe for his general unhinged-ness, and Itto for his dialogue and himbo tendencies !! I'm enjoying writing Diavolo from om! for the same reasons honestly.
🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?
I like to clown to my bf about the notes and numbers and the like, like I'll say things like "oh damn tumblr is thirsty for diluc and not itto, how sad" but honestly numbers aren't something that phase me much - i think there are a few different aspects in which I feel like a fic of mine can be successful
The writing process - If i had fun writing it, thinking about it, and/or feel better/lighter for having written it, then it's a success in that aspect
Feedback - i try not to let too much hinge on this since it's such a finicky aspect but like. If i get positive feedback and comments on a piece, rest assured I've read every one about three times over. It makes me so happy to see others engage in my content, and to have people say things like "i needed this today" or "this made me smile" means more than any of you will ever ever know - writing is a source of comfort to me, and the fact that i'm able to share it and bring comfort to others as well is just. it makes me so so happy.
⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?
Really depends on the inspiration level and how I'm rotating the ideas around in my brain - some pieces I can get the idea, then have it started and finished within one sitting, others I need some time to kind of sit on before a scenario comes to me. If it's something I'm particularly inspired for I can reach well over 1k words an hour. I don't really edit or proofread the pieces I post either, I just hit send and hope for the best (I've definitely come back to a piece weeks later to realise there's been a typo in it the whole time, oops)
#asks#general barks#thanks so much for sending these in !! they were rly fun to answer oooo#general howls
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Thanks a lot for writing "We're meant to be*. Can you write a fic ( Lewis x Reader(f) ) where Lewis and reader had a great relationship and then they broke up because Lewis realised he was being too vulnerable. And then he made her think that he wasn't interested in her by saying he still likes Nicole (his ex). Then reader moved on, realised she didn't have to stop living because of the break up. She started valuing her normal life and the people in it. She didn't like the glamour of Lewis' life. But she loved him despite it, because she simply couldn't bring herself to hate him, or forget about him. But she didn't tell him. She could never. Lewis didn't realise that he loved her (reader) too. He didn't want to be vulnerable. But then, he saw her. With him. A perfectly normal guy. Did she move on? He knew she loved him, did she still love him? He didn't care she was dating someone. He was "The Lewis Hamilton", he could have anything and everything he wanted. And he wanted her back. He wanted to reinforce and remind her that she loved only him, even if she denied it. He was jealous of the normal guy for getting to be around her (reader). But little did he know she was with that guy just to see for herself if she could move on. Which she clearly didn't. So, this story should involve everything from Lewis getting jealous, reinforcing that reader loves only him and they can't deny it. Lewis meeting reader and the normal guy at a race, winning it to show who's boss. Wanting to get reader back by dancing with her at the after party which the normal guy conveniently couldn't attend. And then finally admitting that he has fallen for her (reader). Winning her back in style because both of them can't resist each other. And all this time Reader is trying her best not to fall for Lewis over again. Requesting Fluff, angst, jealousy, fights, Emotional drama, Explicit (a little), Flirting, Unlimited eye contact, meaningful silences, grabbing, Lewis knocking on her door in the middle of the night drunk lmao. Make multiple parts if you can. This is specific, I'm sorry, can't help it, do take your time, I know you'll do justice to this. Thank you for making me feel safe to actually send this specific and long ask.💛😌
i may have teared up a tiny bit while reading this, i hope i can do it justice.
The 1
part one
pairing - lewis hamilton x reader
fandom - f1
summary - two halves collide, break apart, only to collide again.
warnings - jealousy, angst, pining, heartbreak
a/n - . im so, so sorry about the delay, but thank you so much for being so patient and giving me my time to bring your idea to life, and for letting my creative juices take their time to flow, thank you so much ♥︎ i really hope you like it, and I'm so glad you feel comfortable enough to send asks ♥︎
sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to. sometimes they break apart, into a billion tiny pieces, and no matter how hard you try, no matter how much glue you use, you just can't glue it back together. trying to stabilize an unstable relationship is like trying to walk on a tightrope, knowing one end is too loose and you will fall, down into the deep abyss, never to climb out of it again.
that's what your relationship with lewis was like, like having a sharp shard of glass cutting into your side, making you bleed out, slowly but surely, staining your clothes and your body a dark, unwashable red. it wasn't always like this. you had loved each other, so, so much. you had lived together, cared for each other, been a piece of each other's souls.
but then it changed. it started with little things, like you leaning in to kiss him when you were out with his friends, but he drew back slightly, squeezing your thigh telling you to stop. he would explain, "we were in public, didn't want pap pics" and you'd nod, secretly hating the paps for taking away your right to kiss your boyfriend when you wanted to. or you'd be cooking in the house, dancing around to some music, and when you'd go to pull him in, he'd back away, murmuring something about having some work.
you ignored it in the beginning. everyone needs their space, right? so you assumed he did too. but then, the little distances became larger. he'd go to race weekends, responding to your texts with a mere 'thanks'. he'd prefer to spend his free time with his friends, and to your slight discomfort, his ex-girlfriends or flings,
although you tried not to let it bother you, it did bother you, creeping in your mind, filling you with doubt. maybe it was because he declined your calls when he was with them, or because their stories always showed him dancing and having a good time, face lit up in the same smile you used to bring to his face. and god did it hurt, to see him so happy without you.
did he still love you? was he better of without you? or were you better off without him?
the answer came to you on a monday evening, as you sat at the table, a plate of pasta untouched in front of you. it was nearly 11 pm at night, five hours past the time lewis told you that he'd be home. you had rushed home from work, taking out your favourite wine and cooking his favourite pasta dish. but here you were, the bowl of food long gone cold, your own plate begging for your attention. the wine bottle was half empty, and you were just tired.
the sound of the front door opening snapped you out of your hazy state, mind slightly clouded as you registered the person who had walked in through the door.
you watched as he pulled off his jacket and shoes, walking into the bathroom to wash his hands.
you were furious.
standing up, you stormed over to him, "i was waiting for you to come back home to eat dinner together" you fired at him, voice raising as you did. "i already ate" was his reply, making your blood boil even further. "you couldn't keep your promise or even pick up the damn phone to tell me that you already ate?" you hissed at him, eyes narrowing sharply.
"i forgot" lewis mumbled, not meeting your gaze.
"what, you just forgot about your girlfriend? why am i not surprised? you seem to be forgetting me a lot lately" you snapped back, almost shouting at him, feeling hot tears prick the corners of your eyes at his blatant ignorance. "look, i'm sorry, why don't you just heat up your food?" he said, watching as your hands reached up to tug at your own hair in frustration.
"god, that's not my point!! my point is why the hell have i become so unimportant to you?! you don't kiss me goodbye in the morning, you don't kiss me when you come home, you never hug me anymore, and it takes a miracle to get you to look at me, you still aren't, look at me for fuck's sake!" you finally shouted at him, noticing the shock in his eyes when you yelled the final sentence.
he finally raised his eyes to look at you, and after the little flicker of shock in them, you could see the flicker of hurt in them as well.
"why are you yelling?" he asked, triggering you further.
"did you not hear what i just said? you're ignoring me, you're spending more and more time with your friends, and your exes than me lewis, how do you think that makes me feel, have you ever stopped to consider that, or do i just mean nothing to you?!" you continued, finally letting every little bit of anger, hurt, rage, and sadness rip out of you. you could feel the tears finally break free, running down the swell of your cheeks, blurring your vision slightly, making you furiously wipe them away.
"god, don't get all emotional, its nothing" he replied, feeling the guilt bloom in his stomach as he did. that did it for you, pushing you past your breaking point.
shaking slightly, you looked up at him, pointing the door with a shaky hand. "get out. get out of my house right, the hell, now" you accentuate every word, teeth nearly gritting together as you spoke, so blinded by rage you could barely talk. "what do you mean, 'get out'?" lewis asked, stunned by your actions.
"i mean get the hell out of my house, out of my life, out of my heart, out of my soul. pick up your things and leave because i can't love you anymore, i just can't!" you yelled, sinking down to your knees.
too shocked to actually argue back, he did just that, picking up his things and walking out the door without a single look back.
still on the floor, you let a sob rip from your throat. he'd gone.
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lewis didn't know what was happening to him. he'd been in relationships before, but none of them had felt like this. none of them had made him feel this warm, this safe, this loved. and it scared him. he was a racer, his life was fast-paced and quick, but when he was with you, time seemed to slow, and his emotions were ten times stronger.
he found himself thinking of you all the time, constantly scrolling through pictures of you on his phone when he was bored in meetings, or smiling half to himself when he replayed the memories of your sweet laugh in his mind on a race week. he carried a tiny bottle of the perfume that you used, spraying it on his pillow when he was away in hotel rooms, to replicate a sense of home.
but why was his sense of home you? why were you constantly on his mind? why were you so breathlessly gorgeous and intoxicating?
he didn't even know what made him push you away. when you leaned in for kisses in public or with his friends, his heart would beat so fast he was sure he was having palpitations. he knew that if he did kiss you, he wouldn't want to break away from your soft, plump lips, that he'd want to stay there forever, so he brushed it off, saying he didn't want paps invading his privacy. when you leaned in for hugs when he was getting ready for work or meetings, he didn't want to wrap his arms around you because he knew he'd never want to actually let go of you. when he'd see you dancing in the kitchen to red eye or riptide or cherry wine, he'd smile and feel that familiar sense of home envelop him, but when you'd want to pull him in, he'd back away because he knew he wouldn't want to leave.
so he distanced himself from you, trying to figure out what was happening to him. he tried to distract himself by hanging out with friends, but even then you were constantly on his mind. so his friends would simply take his phone away from him, hiding it away till he was ready to leave. the alcohol he would consume had him bopping to the beat of the music, not even noticing who was around him.
the night he promised you that he'd be home for dinner, he'd met up with an old friend and a fling, and after dinner, he'd finally figured out what was happening: he was madly in love with you
that was it, he wanted a family with you, to marry you, to wake up with you by his side forever and ever. and that's when he decided to do it.
of course, he didn't get the chance, and it wasn't until he saw how much he had hurt you, how much anger, frustration, and sadness you had kept deep inside your heart. you blew up at him, calling out all his bullshit, and before he could say what he really wanted to say, he said nothing at all.
and before he knew it, you were kicking him out of the house, and that's how he ended up here, alone, on the pavement, just as the wind began to pick up. shaking himself out of the shock he had just experienced, he forced his legs to move, making his way to his own apartment, getting out his telescope, deciding to stargaze to distract himself.
"well, Saturn," he mumbled to himself, "you know a lot about rings," he continued, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a black box, "what should i do about this one?"
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a/n - thank you for reading, i really hope this was what you wanted ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟas always, feedback and comments are always appreciated!!
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