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writing-the-stars · 1 year

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May I request a (Wednesday Addams x fem reader) where reader visits Wednesday’s house, and they get caught cuddling by Morticia and so Wednesday throws reader off of her, and denies anything happened, but Morticia won’t let it go and teases her? Have a good day and thanks for reading my request. :]

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Pairing: Wednesday Addams x GN!Reader

Summary: Wednesday indulges in a moment of vulnerability

Warnings: Rushed Ending. Not As Well Executed As I Would Like.

Word Count: 529

A/N: The amount of rewrites this little blurb underwent is ridiculous! Every time I'd start writing I'd get halfway through, think it was stupid, and completely erase everything I had written. I am now just forcing myself to post this because I know it will probably never get posted if I don't. I'm sorry you had to wait so long and I hope it's not too much of a letdown. Thank you for reading!

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Wednesday lay stiffly by your side– arms awkwardly wrapped around your frame as you held her close to you. Physical affection was something the macabre girl was still attempting to grow accustomed to, having previously only maintained physical contact to maim someone. Touching someone with such tenderness and intimacy felt foreign to the psychic, but she could not deny the odd sense of security she felt being encased in your arms.

Wednesday heeded her mother’s warning about the dangers of her psychic abilities. She felt the pressure of losing herself to the darkness of her visions every day. The threat of being driven to isolation never bothered the raven-haired girl before, but now that she has begrudgingly found herself attached to people she did not want to lose, remaining balanced was a grueling battle she was intent on resulting victorious.

The grounding of your arms helped with this ambition as you seemed to deflect feelings of distrust. You had always been a steadfast resource for the Addams girl. Never questioning her dubious midnight expeditions or unsavory schemes. You had always proven yourself faithful to her– a constant companion she had not realized she wanted until you. You made it easy for her to breathe, to allow herself small moments of vulnerability she could only ever share with you.

It was gratifying to have moments like these. Moments where she did not feel the need to hide behind her biting wit and cold wall of apathy she had built around herself– not that she would ever admit that to anyone but herself. You provide her with a sense of safety she realizes she has been lacking.

Being with you has begun opening her eyes to the logic behind what she once believed was her mother’s foolish decision. While she would never give up her own ambitions in life to be a housewife, she could see what lured her mother in. Though again, she rather act as a human doll for Enid than let anyone else know this. The infuriating smirk donning her mother’s lips when she brought you home this evening was enough of an “I told you so” for Wednesday to last the rest of her life.

Of course, as Wednesday was starting to learn since her arrival to Nevermore, she could not always get what she wanted, and as her bedroom door creaked open– the slim frame of her mother lurking in the doorway– she knew she would be haunted by this moment forever. Still, the raven-haired girl thrusts your body off of hers in a futile attempt to preserve some of her pride.

“Wednesday!” you exclaim– body thumping against the hardwood of her bedroom floor.

Morticia raises a thinly shaped eyebrow– that maddening knowing smirk adorning her lips.

“I was attempting to show them how to suffocate someone,” Wednesday announces, the pathetic excuse for a lie the first thing her brain could conjure in her disconcerted state.

“I see. And with affection no less,” Morticia replies, a teasing grin decorating her features.

A giggle escapes your lips as Wednesday’s pallor rouges just the slightest tint. Her wicked mother will lure this over her head for all eternity.

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday fanfic #wednesday fandom #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x gn!reader #fandom writing #fandom #fanfic #wednesday addams blurb

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olinblogin · 5 months

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LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

#what i will write #writing #fandom #fandom writing #multiple fandoms #writing requests #request page #request #lmk #cod mw2 #assassination classroom #one punch man #one piece #across the spiderverse #the amazing digital circus #underverse #undertale au #this took way too long

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babyshoesnerdshit · 6 months

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sometimes i forget i write for my fandoms and get jumpscared by my own writing lol

#fandoms #fandom writers #fandom writing #fandom writer #batfam #batfamily #danny phantom #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #platonic yandere batfam #fic writer

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makaias-trashheap · 11 months

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(Short self indulgent drabble that came to mind after spending too long on TIkTok)

“What are you watching?” Kenma asks settling on the couch next to you?

You look up at him and smile quickly kissing him on the cheek before shifting so you can show him the video, “Just something on TikTok, this girl just deleted all of her boyfriends save data from a game he’s been playing for years because she doesn’t think he’s paying enough attention to her. He’s understandably pretty upset.”

Kenma watched the video wide eyed watching the poor guy in the video have an absolute meltdown. At the end of the video he turns to you, “You’d never do that right?”

You look over at him and raise an eyebrow, “Kenma we’ve been dating for over a year. I know how much time you spend on your games and how important they are to you. No I would never do that to you.”

He nods and shifts, lifting an arm so you and settle into his side before wrapping his arm around you. You two sit like that together enjoying eachothers company while you continued to scroll through your phone. After a bit Kenma kisses the back of your head and rests his chin on your shoulder, “I don’t make you feel ignored do I?”

You set your phone down and turn to look at him. You were his first relationship and he went into it as a giant bundle of nerves. He’s slowly gotten more confident, but at the beginning the amount of time he spent gaming and almost acting like you didn’t exist did cause a bit of a problem. But you worked through that and understood it was a stress release for him and a way to cope with his anxiety, and he understood that he needed to occasionally put the games away to spend time with you. He’s generally very good about it. Sometimes you still have to give him a little nudge when he gets absorbed into a game for too long, but he always turns the game off once he finishes his level when you ask to spend time with him. He still gets a little insecure and worried about it sometimes though.

Kenma looks at you when you turn to him and lean up and kiss him slowly before pulling back, “Not at all. I knew how you were when we got together, and you always make sure to make time for me.”

He smiles softly relaxing against her to rest his chin on your shoulder again.

“Besides,” you pick your phone back up to continue scrolling, “if I really want your attention badly enough when you’re glued to a game I’ve gotten pretty good at distracting you.”

You smile slightly and giggle feeling Kenma’s face start to heat up when he buries it in your neck to hide.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kenma kuzome #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #kenma scenario #kenma fluff #haikyuu fluff #fandom writing

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sweethoneyrose83 · 4 days

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Rosalie bites her lip as she pulls away softly and looks down catching her breath. Alastor grins and kisses her neck, his breath hot on her skin. He slides his hands down to the small of her back, pulling her against him once again. "I can't believe I finally have you," he whispers in her ear.

"Well, I made a deal with you, didn't I?" Rosalie asks looking at him. Alastor nods and looks at her seriously. "Yes, you did. And I intend to keep my end of the bargain." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "But...what if I told you that there's something else I want?" Rosalie looks at Him "Hmm? What do you mean?" Alastor's eyes flicker with a hint of mischief. "Well...I want you to be mine," he says softly, brushing his thumb against her cheek. He leans in closer and whispers, "Not just because I own your soul, but because you want to be with me." "Are you asking me to be your bride?" Rosalie whispers sweetly. Alastor chuckles and nods. "Yes, I am. Would you like to be my bride?" "I'd love you be your bride Mr. Radio Demon~" Rosalie smirks at him. Alastor smiles widely and wraps his arms around her once again, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm so glad to hear that," he says softly. He kisses her forehead before looking down at her with affection in his eyes. "And don't worry...you won't have to worry about any more assassination attempts as long as I'm here." Rosalie smirks and nods "Oh~ Is that so? then when someone tries to assassinate me, I can't wait to see what you do~" Alastor chuckles and runs his fingers through her hair. "Trust me, they'll regret it. Nobody messes with my bride." Rosalie smirks more and wraps her arms around his neck. Alastor holds you tightly, feeling a surge of possessiveness as he stares down at her. He gently brushes his thumb across her lips and whispers, "Mine." "Always and Forever until Hell freezes over~" Rosalie responded sweetly. Alastor smiles and kisses her passionately, holding nothing back as he pulls her into his arms. He breaks the kiss after a few moments and looks at Rosalie with adoration. "I love hearing those words from your lips," he says softly.

#alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #fandom writing #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel oc

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rewritethisstxry · 9 months

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Hello! Would you be willing to write Heisenberg from RE8 kissing his crush for the first time?

Hello! Thanks for being my first request. I hope this is to your liking! Karl decided he wanted to be a little stubborn for it.

Ultimately Your Decision

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x nameless character

Warnings: None

It was rare that Karl had something that he could covet and keep secret. All for himself and no one else's eyes. Sure, he had his factory and all the experimentation that he did deep within the bowels of it. But this thing? It was entirely different. Enough so that it tore his attention in two. An act that left him both wanting more and a little resentful that his time was taken away. True freedom couldn't be obtained until Miranda was disposed of, after all. Dreams and ideas of the future were pointless unless Miranda was no longer controlling them all like puppets on strings.

Not that any of his siblings saw it that way, all dancing and jumping when asked. No, they were content with the way that life was. Doubtful that they had made peace, but they had all twisted it and morphed their existence into content lives in the middle of this hellhole. Not Karl. No. He had clung to the hatred, the pain, the rage that Miranda had fostered and cultivated deep within.

The one little light amongst it all? The piece of what had to be something akin to normalcy that he found in his companion within the factory. Not that he knew what the hell constituted normalcy at this point. His entire cursed life had been more or less spent in the hellhole of a village with the bitch looming over him. That was besides the point though. His assistant had at first been nothing more than a body to help out, someone the lycan had found half dead. The potential was there when Karl had seen the fight in them, how they were practically half dead but still trying to fend off the beasts that circled.

Nursing them back to health had been an odd chore. Karl was far more used to destroying dead bodies than he was caring for the living ones. Even when it came to the soldiers he made, they weren't living, and certainly, he didn't give a shit about what happened to them. Minus complete destruction because that just meant more work for himself. Something about the additional life within the factory did something to the man. It had all been trial and error, something that he struggled with, and they did just the same. It had taken a good three weeks for them to not shy away from his touch. Something that perturbed him to no end.

At first, he had hid from it, railed and bucked like a snarling animal against it all. There wasn't a chance that he had feelings for them. No. It ruined everything that he was working for. Shoving it all down and ignoring it by throwing himself into work, Karl did his best to not pay attention and keep distance between them both. Distance meant that he could continue to deny the feelings, could ignore their presence, and pretend that it never existed.

The problem? Distance didn't do shit. And couldn't exactly be had even in the massive factory that was called home. Not when the help was needed to make sure that everything stayed in order and running smoothly. It became harder and harder to deny the way that his chest both warmed and constricted when their eyes met. Hell, it happened when he was merely in their presence. Stronger and stronger each damn time. Karl was ready to pull his hair out.

Nothing he was doing made it any easier, and it wasn't going away. Just another thing in his life that was out of his control, with no way around it.

Which was the exact situation that he found himself in as the weather cooled down outside the factory walls. Not that a lot of time was spent outside, but the warmth didn't seem as overbearing. It was also the time that Miranda tended to call fewer meetings, not completely stopping but fewer. So, there he was, working on another soldier.

His eyes were flickering between where his hands were finishing up implanting the new heart and the individual across from him who was prepping the visor.

An unconscious smile worn, Karl was moving on autopilot through the motions, familiar enough that he could have done it in his sleep. Thankfully.

"Let me get this on before you finish up there." This time, he was caught staring, and he knew it. There was no way to deny it. Clearing his throat, Karl decided to instead act like nothing had happened. Nodding,he pushed himself back from the table, leaving room for the placement of the visor, all before he allowed the corpse to reanimate.

"Yeah, okay. All yours Cupcake." The close proximity meant that Karl was immediately assaulted by the scents that cIung to their skin. The old dry blood that lingered from their work combined with some unique underlying sweetness that Karl had never been able to quite figure out. Well, more like refused to allow himself to figure out if he was honest. The sort that haunted his dreams when he was able to get the little sleep that he managed. Sometimes, it was just in the background. Sometimes, it mixed into his nightmares, and on the rare occasion, he was able to enjoy the lingering hints of something pleasant. Even if he wasn't ever able to remember exactly what that pleasant thing was. Those were the mornings that had ultimately pushed him towards accepting the feelings instead of so violently fighting against it all.

Karl prided himself on the control he had over his actions and reactions. In that moment, however, he had absolutely no control. They were too close, and the battle that he had been waging on and within himself had pressed the cultivated patience to their limits. His hand slid along their hip, a touch that wasn't entirely unusual when they were working. The next one was though, and Karl knew that he caught them off guard. His nose pressed into the back of their head, taking in a deep breath. That sweet scent was overpowering this close. A groan wanted to work its way from the back of his throat. It was by the skin of his teeth that he managed to swallow the sound. No need to freak them out even more. The way that they had tensed had told him enough. They hadn't tensed like that under his touch since those first few weeks.

Spinning them around, he was able to look them in the eye properly. It was that moment that he also realized that this was something that was completely in his control. It wasn't this thing that was meant to cause him grief anel be another reminder of what little in his life he had choice over.

" Karl, what…" He didn't give them any other chance to finish that sentence. His lips crashed against theirs, savoring the surprised gasp that caused them to open their mouth to his. It was a hell of a first kiss. And Karl vowed right there that it wouldn't be the last.

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x oc #resident evil #fandom writing #requests #anon

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paintedhyenadogs · 5 days

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Just because Im lowkey pissed that people don't understand the archive warnings on AO3 and get mad at the author because of their own lack of understanding:-

Here are what the archive warning tags mean and what each apply to:

No Archive Warnings Apply

This means the fic doesn't have any of the content that fit into the other warnings

Still tread with caution, especially if there are no other tags, as in 0. No relationship tags, no character tags, nothing, nada. It means the author might be really new or just was too lazy to use any tags or warnings. Know the risk or play it safe and don't read.

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

This means the fic might have none, some or all of the listed warnings. This is the warning. You might end up reading triggering material, or reading a fluffy sweet fic. It's a toss up, so if you aren't willing to take the risk, DO NOT READ.

If you've filtered out any of the other archive warnings and see this one, make sure you are ready to encounter something that might be triggering, that you've filtered or just avoid it. Even if the other tags don't indicate it, be wary and stay cautious, remember that this is still a warning.

Graphic Depictions of Violence

The content of the fic features graphic violence, as is stated. But if the creator chose not to tag what happens specifically that is violent, be ready for anything ranging from a bloody fist fight, to cannibalism to eroguro to violent torture.

Rape/Non Con

The fic will contain rape/noncon, which I've also seen include dubious consent/dubcon. It can be a major plot point in the story of the fic, or be smut. Read the additional tags to get a gauge of if it is one or the other. If there are no other tags, and you only want to read a story driven fic that may have rape/noncon, play it safe and don't read.

Underage

The fic has pedophillia and just like the rape/noncon warning, can be either a plot point or part of smut. Just like the above, if you do not want to read smut, play it safe and do not read if it has 0 additional tags. Honestly just filter it out all together, it's a good idea.

Some people also might use this tag when the fic involves sex between two underage characters (usually when the show is set in a high school), please keep this in mind if you aren't filtering the underage warning altogether. Also serves as a, "Always read additional tags!" note.

(Just in case someone gets on my ass and says "omg why would you say it also has smut under it ewww, are you a pedo?!" because I know someone will: I am simply saying that, the reality is, it's on the site. I don't wanna see that either, but it's there and I can't do a thing about it, just please be aware that you could be stumbling into a gross fic if you are not reading the tags properly.)

Major Character Death

A major character in the fic dies. This could be an OC, the reader, or a canon character.

If anyone feels I should revise and/or add these explanations, please tell me.

Additional words for newbies for ao3

AO3 is an archive site first, fanfiction hub second. It isn't for readers, it's for authors to archive their work and be able to label their work accordingly (or just not label it).

As a reader you should be respectful towards the authors and their work. You have no right to demand for a new chapter of a work you may like, you have no right to insult the author because of your own lack of knowledge or ignorance. Be grateful you're even getting any work from these people. Again, these people. These authors are real people like you and me, writing you fanfiction to read at no additional cost.

If you plan on posting on AO3, you should tag it, just so people can filter it, it's nice to be nice. I don't write on AO3 so I don't know what else to say on this part.

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undercoverpena · 9 months

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sometimes you have to do the thing that makes you happy and have that be enough. it may not be the next big thing. it may not bring you engagements, reblogs or conversations, but it’ll make you happy and that has to count too.

do the thing that’ll make you happy because it’s been rotting in your brain, making the day go a little quicker until you can get back to it. do it because it makes you excited—like, a genuine smile trying to show (if it doesn’t crack over your face) as you put pen/pencil to paper or screen, or words to sentences, sentences to paragraphs, and paragraphs to scenes.

create the art, write the fic, make the gif or write the poem that’ll make you grin. tell or show the story that sits in your head and tries to silence all the others—even if it means abandoning (for now) a story that’s made you popular or the thing that made you feel “seen”. do it, even if you’ve never drawn/created/or written before, and share it because you want to, not because you feel obligated.

take this as your sign to do the things that make you happy—whatever form that is. and be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to change your mind or swap fandoms; you’re allowed to make mistakes and draw four fingers instead of five or leave an obvious typo. because you’re human, and because we all start somewhere—even when you move fandoms, even when you just made a tumblr or AO3 acct.

and because it’s okay to just create for fun and happiness.

#writer things #psa #fandom writing #fandom #writer advice #writing #writing advice #advice: writing

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writing-the-stars · 2 years

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Girls Night

Pairing: Klaus x Fem!Reader, Rebekah x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Pining after Klaus Mikaelson for twenty years has left you absolutely heartbroken. All Rebekah wants to do is alleviate your pain.

Warnings: A Little Bit of Angst, Excessive Drinking (Both of Blood and Alcohol), An Act of Typical Vampire Diaries of Violence. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hey guys! Here is the Klaus Mikaelson WIP that I promised you all. Don’t worry there will be a part two, so be on the lookout for that! Also, just for the sake of clarity, reader is a Heretic in this one. Thank you always for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day! Here is the link to the song used in this imagine

Masterlist | TVDU Masterlist

You miserably sit at the foot of your bed in the Mikaelson Compound, a pout resting on your lips as you use your vampiric hearing to eavesdrop on Klaus’s conversation with his latest conquest. You tended to be grateful for the enhanced abilities becoming a vampire granted you, loving the advantages, but on days like this, you cursed your gifts.

Klaus Mikaelson is a man well known for his charm– his long list of lovers over his thousand years supporting that fact. Despite your better judgment, you fell for that seductive nature, just like every other misguided girl on his list. It was bound to happen with all the time the two of you spent together over the last century. It honestly did not come as a shock to you, you just wish you had the same effect on him as he does on you.

For two decades now, you've watched with green-eyed envy as Klaus has brought home his collection of women, wooing and seducing them– a piece of your heart breaking every time. Your head knew that you should let him go and move on, but your heart remained adamant that he was the one for you. You couldn’t free yourself from the burden of his unrequited love even if you tried, and oh how you tried. You once went as far as Australia to attempt at getting him out of your head, but you always found yourself right back in New Orleans. You were drawn to him, connected by some invisible force that pulled you closer every time you'd try to leave.

Rebekah watches you with sad eyes, propped against your doorway as she sees how her brother's libertine behavior is tearing you apart. With you being her best– and one of her few– friends, it upset the youngest Mikaelson to see you so distraught, especially over her bastard brother. But there was nothing that could be done about it, Rebekah knew that better than anyone. The only thing that could alleviate your pain was the man who was causing it.

"You know, it helps if you don't listen," Rebekah informs you, making her presence known. You startle, having been so engrossed with Klaus that you had not heard her arrival. A defeated sigh exits your lips, knowing she's right, but you just couldn't help yourself. Even though you know the pain that comes along with it, you want to hear all the romantic words leaving Klaus's lips. You want to hear if there is a difference in the way he speaks to her than with the other girls. You want to know if Klaus is falling in love.

However, when the conversation turns into something more passionate, you can no longer bear to listen– an uncontrolled heartbroken sob escaping your lips. Rebekah speeds over to you, wrapping you up in her arms as you sob into her chest, supporting the weight of your emotions. She brushes her fingers through your hair gently as she sends a multitude of curses towards her older brother for putting you through so much heartache.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. Niklaus Mikaelson is not worth your tears," she tells you, a sad smile painted on her lips. "Let's get out of here," she offers, lifting your chin up with her slender fingers, "I’ve suffered through many heartbreaks myself and I know the perfect way to get over them."

You allow her to whisk you away, desperate to make the pain go away.

A joyous cheer reverberates from your chest as you drop the unconscious barfly to the floor. Rebekah shares in your delight, finishing off her bottle of tequila, glad to finally see a smile on her best friend’s face. "Bartender, make me another drink!" you command the woman behind the bar with a laugh— her body moving mindlessly under your compulsion.

Your dearest friend saunters over to you, draping her arms over your shoulder. "See, darling, isn't this better than crying over my bastard brother?" she asks you with a grin, her words slurring slightly due to her tipsiness. You nod your in agreement, downing a shot of whatever concoction the bartender created.

You gasp in realization as a brilliant idea pops into your head. "You know what this party needs? Music!" you announce to the crowd of compelled patrons who cheer amusedly, having a fabricated night of their lives. Drawing from the eternal source of magic flowing through you, you turn the bar’s radio on, finding a station that satisfies you.

"Dance with me," you beckon to Rebekah– the two of you wildly jumping in time to the music. You toss your head back, laughing carelessly as the alcohol and blood mix in your system making you feel weightless. The grief of your unrequited love for Klaus Mikaelson is only a mere throb in the back of your mind.

The fun you two are reveling in is interrupted when Rebekah receives a phone call eliciting a frown from you. "Boo," you pout, drawing out the last syllable as she answers it.

"Nik, how wonderful for you to call."

Your frown deepens at the mention of his name, the feelings you had been suppressing starting to rise. You turn to the closest bar patron near you, sinking your teeth in, trying to forget everything. The song on the radio changes and a squeal of delight leaves you. Releasing the guy, whose blood is beginning to pool around him, you begin to dance to the intro of one of your favorite songs.

"Open up to the night

Our bed is underneath a heavy moon

Cast a doubt"

You begin singing along as you climb on top of the bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila on your way.

"Like a shadow walking through the corners of the room"

"C'mon dance with me," you motion to two beer gluttons sitting at the bar, helping them to get up there with you.

"I always thought I'd have a full tank to go

But not tonight, you're running low

I always thought I'd find my own way"

Taking a swig from the tequila, you dance with the two men, swaying your hips to the beat and letting your hands fly freely. You laugh feeling infinite as if this moment will never end. Everything leading up to now and everything that will come after is irrelevant to you, what matters is the limitlessness you feel in this very moment. The absolute freedom.

"Everybody dance!" you shout– the bar denizens cheering their praise as they begin to join in. You cheer, reveling in the joyous atmosphere you created inside the bar, disconnected from the world around you. A hurricane could have just struck New Orleans and you would not know. Taking another swig of tequila, you brace yourself, take a deep breath, and belt out the chorus of the song along with the artist.

"It's driving me crazy, and you can try to lie

But you're not gonna, not gonna deny

No, you're not gonna, not gonna deny my love

And you can run to the hillside, you can close your eyes

But you're not gonna, not gonna deny

No, you're not gonna, not gonna deny my love

You can't deny my love"

Rebekah returns, having finished her conversation with the hybrid, and cheers you on as you jump wildly and erratically, losing yourself in the music. The two of you continue in this manner throughout the second verse of the song– singing, dancing, drinking, and laughing. However, by the time the chorus comes back around, your pity party is ruined by the very man you were having this party to forget.

He watches you from the entrance of the bar– an amused smirk lighting up his face– as you drunkenly dance around the bar top. The smirk falls from his lips when you begin grinding against one of the bar patrons, a surge of rage and jealousy rushing through him. Rebekah, ever the instigator, gives you a round of applause, singing your praises and raving about your performance. A proud grin spreads across your lips at her praise but you weren’t done. Wanting to give Klaus a real show, you pull the man closer to you, leaning in for a kiss, but are met with air. Brows furrowed in confusion, your eyes open to come face to face with Klaus's chest– the drunken man’s heart in his bloodied hand. You frown, realizing the night of fun has come to an end.

"Alright, the party's over. Everyone out!" Klaus yells at the compelled patrons, who are still dancing away in the silence, angry at your little display. "Party pooper," you pout, crossing your arms as Rebekah whines a "Nik," both of you behaving like petulant children.

"Now," he demands and you get down with a sigh, knowing even in your drunken state it’s best not to test Klaus’s patience. You join Rebekah in compelling the surviving bar guests to go home and forget everything they witnessed tonight. Once the last denizen leaves the bar for the night, you turn to Klaus– angry that he ruined your girls' night with Rebekah. "Why'd you do that?" you question him, gesturing to the lifeless corpse on the bar– the irritation clear in your voice, "He didn't do anything. We were just having fun." Klaus sends you a murderous glare and you realize just how furious he truly is.

"Fun? You call that fun. Whoring yourself out to some men at a bar."

Normally, you have checked the Original Hybrid for a statement like that, but given the current circumstance, you thought it best not to provoke him. You blurt, "It was Rebekah's idea!" looking to save your skin and deflect most of his wrath while simultaneously throwing your friend under the bus. The Original takes offense to how easily you gave her up, but you take comfort knowing that she is Klaus's favorite sibling, so she is most likely going to come out unscathed.

"I don't care whose idea it was. You're going home, now." Without a moment’s hesitation, you and Rebekah whisk off to the compound– surprised at how easily he let you off without so much as a lecture.

Part 2

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