#i am open for requests i really really wanna draw some portraits this days to practice my rendering

[nothingbizzare]

Just some kid and his hamsters

[faytelumos]

Writing Directory and Info!

Welcome to my writeblr!

My name is Fayte, and he or she pronouns are both fine.  My biggest writing projects are fantasy with elements of drama, romance, and horror, interwoven with found family, enemies to friends, a journey to the underworld, coming of age (adult), an unseen and blazing angel, grieving, the bond between siblings, and some monsters.  For Tumblr, I have a selection of hero/villain content available (including two longer-form stories) and a smattering of other short, original fiction.  There’s also some vampires and a handful of prompts to be seen.

My own writing is tagged as "Fayte writes". I use content warnings somewhat generously, and if I ever feel something is especially detailed/descriptive, it will be listed as a trigger warning.  I am ask and tag game friendly, even when I’m really slow answering them.  Asks are under the tag "can I ax you something?"  I’m trying to get back into drawing, so feel free to ask me about that, too.

My profile pic is from this, and my header is from here.

Here's a link to a slew of men's help hotlines, because it's very important to me.

Wanna know if you're on my taglist?

Directory below the cut. Don't mind all of the notes in brackets; this post is slowly being renovated.

Main Story

Yamez: It's time to go to war, but a big sister can't bring herself to let her little brother fight.

prompt fills: a list of posts where I used my OCs to fill a prompt

misc OC content: a list of character introductions, trivia, portraits, memes, and miscellaneous other things

Story Bites

The Lucid Dead, pt2: When the zombie apocalypse came, it made it impossible for vampires to remain in hiding.

Ulterior, pt2: Sidekick found Villain on the brink of death and secrets them away.

The Puzzle Box: Whosoever opens the Devilish Puzzle Box, bestowed upon The Little Ones by The Mighty Door Opener, Deliverer of Plenty, shall be revealed to be the Chosen One. (three puppies play with their new toy)

Saying Goodbye: Superhero and all of Supervillain's followers say goodbye. [fine]

Illusory: The past a hero has tried to put behind her returns from the dark. [completed series]

Heaven's Trail: Spy teaches Warrior about the stars on a quiet night.

Open Late: Hero is trying to cope with losing lives while Sidekick is trying to get them both to eat.

It's Cold Outside… : After a frigid brush with death, Villain warms up in Hero's care.

Open Wounds: Hero's hurt and vulnerable, and the only person they can think to ask for help is Villain.

Ol' Ben, pt2, pt3: Hero entrusts Villain with their elderly dog.

Fishing Fiasco, pt2, pt3: A late night fishing trip turns into a close call with mer-death.

Rookie: Villain's just minding their own business when some nobody comes crashing in.

Rescue: Villain is a little tired of the way Hero is being treated.

Breaking Up (Is Hard Enough): Hero's still processing their breakup on Valentine's Day, but their friends make sure they're not alone.

Teacher's Lounge: A teen vampire prefers to spend time with the teachers.

Into the Black With a Matchstick, pt2, pt3, pt4: A race of space-faring, alliance-making aliens find humans adrift in space, and are appalled with the things humans are willing to do to themselves to achieve their goals; two scientists struggle to understand how their mission was knocked so off-course, not through space, but through time.

Nobody Loved Her: A researcher finds out that a dangerous experiment has gotten loose.

Future, Rural, Hope: A farmer and his robot are making the best out of a tough situation.

Short Form

How it Feels to Break Containment

A Good Girl's Eulogy (cw: real death mentions)

Requests

Know Thy Enemy, pt2: A confident and somewhat flirty villain catches a normally bubbly hero who becomes shy every time they interact.

Prompt Fills

"I think I'm going to be sick." / "Oh come on, it's one kiss and it's going to literally save the world!" / "Right, but it's you that I'm kissing."

A Month of Kisses (prompts from here)

“A clean white cape, baby blue underpants, and suddenly everyone thinks I’m the hero. Good PR has never been so easy.”

Whumptober 2022 (prompts and rules here) [broken] [clean]

"Please leave me alone."

"I know we're enemies-" / "Understatement of the century." / "-But I'd like to make an alliance." / "No."

Trick or Treats: pluttskutt's, superbatdisasterblog's, godswar's, ghost-town-story's, fickle-tiction's, dogmomwrites', epiclamer's

"You are truly unique."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

You are the newest addition to the police's K-9 Unit…

The villain's favorite snack company is on the verge of bankruptcy…

“I’m getting sick of running into you.” / “Same here.”

Accidentally hitting [someone] with a snowball meant for their friend.

"When you look at me like that… I feel like someone worth looking at. But I know that's not true. So I need you to stop." / "Not true? Now, who has you believing nonsense like that?", pt2

"Turn back."

"No one kisses me. Everyone's too afraid of me to kiss me. But you… you just…" / "Oh. Oh, God, was that your first kiss? I'm so sorry—"

Call Me. [one character calling out for/to another]

Knight x Jester

Write a horror story in the format of an internet search history.

Tag Games

Rewrite My Line 4/28/24

Rewrite My Line 5/1/24

Prompts

"And they said you couldn't fly."

"Will you sing with me one more time?…"

"Uh…. Happy birthday?"

"Let me guess your secret identity —"

Digital cameras have built-in content censors…

(long starter: Villain trapped with Hero in Hero's mind)

"Well, I tried."

"I didn't know who else to come to…."

"Why should I do anything for you?"

“Delete your account.”

Your teammate has time control powers...

"...How do you keep it together so well?"

The Halloween party was going great...

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say goodbye."

list of Sunshine x Grumpy prompts

Resources

Fayte’s character questionnaire

Fayte’s draconic diet research

Fayte's guide to writing inter-species romance

[kass-storycorner]

*cough* so i really love your work!! i love everything your put out so far however i’m now going to request for angst mwehehrh. Feel free to reject this if you aren’t comfortable!!

archon x albedo but they break up with him because they still haven’t moved on from their past lover that was slaughtered and felt it would be unfair if they stayed with albedo if they still loved someone else? Thankyou!!!

don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry

I'm so sorry that it took this long, I have been working a lot the past month and I've not been well mentally soooo yeah, but I'm glad I finally finished it! I was suprised myself at what I wrote, I only had to write an ending for this so ouch haha

thank you so much for your kind words I’m- ahhh I’m so happy that you love what I shared ( ˙꒳​˙ )

I’m so insecure with my writing so it’s reassuring to hear such kind words!

about the request: ooooOOOH I love this!!! And honestly my mind went directly into thousand different directions to make it even MORE angsty ahaha poor Albedo ( ╥ω╥ )

Genre: Angst, Hurt, no comfort, a bit fluff in between but it's more bittersweet

Rating: SFW

Content Warnings: mention of Khaenri`ah, mention of blood

Word count: 1,811 words

Characters: Albedo, gn!dendro Archon reader

Format: Text

Fic is under the cut!

“-and I think it is best to go separate ways from now on.” Ah, how peculiar. What is this strange feeling in Albedo’s chest? It feels like there is no air in his lungs anymore, an unsettling feeling spreading from his stomach through his whole body. Feverously he searched his mind for a reason for your words. Go separate ways? He heard what you said, but at the same time he did not understand the meaning of your words. Albedo stood there in your shared bedroom, stiff as a board his eyes pierced through you, no longer looking at you. It was as if you weren’t there.

“Albedo?”, your head peaked through the door of his office, sending him a smile. He peaked up from the work on his desk, strands of blond hair falling in front of his eyes. “Ah, (Y/N), hello,” curling his lips into a small smile at your sight. You stepped into the office, walking around the table, and leaning on it right beside him. His eyes were fixed on you. “Busy?” you asked as you brushed the strands of hair back behind his ear. A faint blush crept unto his face; you wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for how close you were to him. Clearing his throat he looked back down on the papers in front of him, answering your question. “Umm, well yes. The next expedition to the Dragonspine and my experiments need to be organised, though the formalities of filling out the forms for Jean is nothing that I am interested in.” He heard you chuckle at his words, wondering what was so funny about them. “I wonder”, you began, leaning down to him, so close the tips of your noses nearly were touching, “if is there something here that might interest you more.” “I supposed, there is,” he said and closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss.

“Albedo?”, your concerned voice pulled him out the pleasant memory that crossed his mind. He had been quite for a while now, it worried you. You weren’t sure how he’d take it, you asking to break off your relationship. It had been quite pleasant so far, the last few months with him. There weren’t any quarrels between the two of you nor reasons for the heartbreak Albedo felt right in this moment. You both were always honest to each other, about who and what each of you were. And because of this honesty each of you valued you had to break his heart. “I-“, his voice was hoarse, it had more emotions in it than he liked it to. “I need to ask you this… why?”. He finally looked at you, his cerulean eyes filled with pain. Ah, the dreadful question you knew he would ask, but you hoped he wouldn’t. There was no use in lying to him now, to not share the true reason for why you’re breaking up with him. Though you secretly wished that you could spare him the truth.

You sat under the shadows of a tree, eyes closed and feeling the warm summer breeze on your skin. “Please, don’t move.” At that you opened your eyes, looking at Albedo sitting across of you with his sketchbook and a pencil in his hands, sketching a portrait of you. “You quick with your hands, I doubt my small movements would change anything that you draw,” you said in a teasing tone, earning a raised brow from him, but no comment. There you were, the two of you. Sitting in the shadow, a comfortable silence surrounding the both of you. You watched the way Albedo furrowed his brows, looking up to you and then down to the paper, for him to sigh in frustration and starting a new sketch. “Somethings wrong?”, it has been the fourth piece of paper he rips out of the book and tosses aside. “I seem not to be able to capture your features correctly, something always is a bit off.” “Let me see,” you lean forward trying to grab one of the sketches he tossed away, but Albedo was quicker to snatch them away. “Don’t,” he says, hiding the pieces of paper behind his back. “Oh, come on, Bedo. I wanna see, I can’t look that bad” you joke, moving closer to him hoping to get a peak at his fifth sketch. Before you could even come close to taking a look he closed the sketchbook, denying you access to it. “No matter how often I try to draw you, it never does you justice”, he sighs, pinching the bride of his nose. You were close enough to him now to lean your head on his shoulder. “You know, it is quite the challenge to get the godly features of me right,” taking his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “But I’m sure in all of the centuries I’ve lived through you might be the first one to succeed at it.”

You took a deep breath, dreading the answer you were going to give him. There was no way to sugar coat it and you were sure Albedo wouldn’t want to hear a long winded explanation if it wasn’t needed. Like a bandaid that needs to get ripped off you decided to do it as quickly as possible. “I don’t love you. I’m sorry, Albedo.” At your words Albedos heart was shattering into thousand small pieces. He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the tears that were trying to fall from his eyes… still, he had so many questions for you. His mind was racing, but all he could bring out was again the same question as before. “Why?”

“Albedo, please believe me when I say I wish I could. I wish I would love you, the way you deserve it. The way I want to, the way I still love them. You mean a great deal to me, please believe this. The time we spend together was time I enjoyed and that’s why I feel the need to be honest with you now. I hadn’t said anything before because I believed I could open my heart again, open it up for you. However it seems it’s impossible for me and I am so sorry for it. I shouldn’t have led you on like this…”

Blood curling screams were filling the streets of a small city that did not exist anymore. War was always present in Teyvat, there have been the past thousand years without it, but before that? The land was filled with the blood of mortals and god alike, the first ones killing each other in the names of the second ones. The reasons for most of the wars were laughable. One started them out of hurt pride, the other to broaden their territory and a third just out of sheer boredom. Not caring a bit about the humans that were caught in the crossfire of the gods. So when the Archon War began, similar to the ones before but just the scales were so different. There you were, a small deity. The god of the woods as they called you. You never liked the blood shed, it poisoned the earth so that no plant was able to grow. Before you were able to just avoid the wars, this time around you had no choice. And in the middle of this war you met someone astonishing. Until this day you couldn’t say if it was a curse or a blessing that they made their way into your life and your heart. All you know now is just the deep grief that is always there with you since they are gone. In the middle of bloodshed and darkness that the Archon War brought with it you found someone who made you forget the horrors of it, who made the burden of the crown easier when you rose to the position of the Dendro Archon after it - a position you didn't want at first, it falling into your hands by mere coincidence. After that you spend some marvelous years with that one person by your side, but even those who aren't entirely human are mortal, even gods can be killed. With another War that came, they left your side, wanting to protect you, to protect Sumeru. Brutally slaughtered by the hands of an enemy that envied your position, your power. Now all what remains of them is the dry earth. The massive woods of Sumeru turned into deserts, a consequence of your grief. And when the day came for another war, more blood and destruction at Khaenri`ah you decided to leave. To cut all ties with Celestia and give up the seat you never wanted in the first place.

Albedo knew most of this. He knew who you are, he knew of your nature before you made him fall in love with you. You never just told him about your past lover, too much did their loss still hurt and, what you were ashamed of admitting, too much did Albedo resemble them. In the silence of the shared room you finally told him what orginally drew you to him - how much you really wished you were able to love him for himself and while yes, you liked him very much, it was someone else you saw in him when you kissed. Someone else you wished he was. At first you didn't knew it yourself, in the beginning you really believed it was possible for you to find new love... but you still wished most days they were with you. It was time to be honest with him, to speak the truth, no matter how much you hurt him. "Albedo...", you began slowley, your voice drifting to him, but what sounded like a sweet melody just hours before now makes him feel sick. "Don't." he interrupted you. "I thank you for your honesty and for telling me the truth, but I don't need to hear more." With that he left the room, making his way towards his lab on Dragonspine. Not one person in Mondstadt would think of Albedo as a dumb person, everyone says how they are impressed with how smart he his... so why does he feel so stupid right now? He was a fool to believe that he was loveable, that someone saw him for who and what he was, not what they wanted him to be. For now he just wants to be alone again, surround himself with his work and ignore these feelings in his chest. The heartbreak, the betrayel... but also the feeling of relief. Albedo did wonder how much it would've pained you if he ever loses control, but now this is not a concern anymore. And still, as he made his way up Dragonspine he couldn't help the frozen tears coming spilling from his eyes.

[movedbl0g]

stray kids - reacting to you being an artist

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

🖤requested by @tayatubby

-> I hope you like it!!

(Gifs also belong to their original owners)

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Bang Chan:

Chan finally got a day off, he was spending the last days in his studio, busy with working on new music. So when you finally could meet again, you decided to go on a picnic date, bringing cinnamonrolls and a lot of other stuff with you.

After you ate, Chan laud down, his head pointing up while resting on your thigh, slowly drifting to sleep. You softly stroked his hair, when u had an idea. You grabbed your sketchbook from the bag besides you and you started to draw the peacefully sleeping man in front of you.

You were almost finished, just a few little details missed, so you were looking at Chan, appreciating his features in order to draw them right. All of the sudden, a little “hey! You’re staring!”, brought you back to earth, as you were completely zoning out. “Oh- I I’m sorry I just-“ , you stumbled nervously, but after your eyes met Chans , you both laughed it off.

Then, Chans eyes fell into your sketchbook. “What are you drawing?”, he curiously asked trying to peak on the page. You tried the close the sketchbook as fast as possible, but Chans fast reflexes already kicked in and he grabbed the book before you could close it.

As he saw your drawing, he immediately blushed and let out a small chuckle. “I didn’t know that you can draw that well y/n! This looks really amazing!! Why am I only seeing this now?? Please,,can tou draw something for me??”

Lee Know:

You were sitting on the couch in the large dance practice room,the room filled with the sound of music and Minho’s steps. He has been practicing for a while now, while you carefully watch every movement he makes.

After a while you decided to draw a little, you always had a sketchbook and a pencil with you (just in case), so you pulled it out of your beg and opened a free page.You started to sketch the different movements Minho did, analyzing his anatomy and emotions, trying to include them in your sketches.

Once you had the base of several movements and poses in the paper, you started working on the little details. You were so caught up in drawing, that you didn’t notice that the music suddenly stopped and that Minho walked up to you.

“I didn’t know that you could draw that well, y/n!”, he said and you clearly heard the amazement in his voice. “Thank you”, you said while your cheeks flushed red. “But no matter how good my drawing skills are”, you continued,” the drawings will never look as handsome as you do in real life”.

Changbin:

Finals week were coming up soon, but you just couldn’t concentrate on the school stuff in front of you. You tried listening to calm music and asmr, but nothing seemed to help. Your mind just kept swaying to other things or well...Changbin.

You started to mindlessly scribble on your notes,but after a while you started to draw an actual portrait from Changbin on your notes, trying to bring in all the details, like the sparkle in his eyes and cute dimples.

“I thought you wanted to study”, a voice behind you said, causing you to jump. You blushed and tried to cover the drawing on your notes but Changbin already laud his eyes on it. “Is- is that me??”, he asked,you were not able to tell if he liked it or if he thought that it looked horrible.

You hid your face in your hands, trying to hide the embarrassed look an your face. “Yes...maybe....”, you said slowly, waiting for a clear reaction. Changbin started to giggle, blushing from your cuteness “it really looks amazing, you could definitely sell this!”

You both started to giggle. “Well, maybe you should draw another one tho, because these math equations kinda kill the vibe”, he added,giving you a small peck before walking into the bathroom.

Hyunjin:

“You really think that you can draw better than me?”, Hyunjin asked teasingly. “I mean we could do a drawing contest and let the other members decide who won”, you answered confidently,raising an eyebrow at him.

What Hyunjin didn’t know,is that you always were good in arts and you even studied it for a while, before you decided to concentrate on other things. After you both agreed on a theme you both started drawing, a wall of arts supplies blocking you both from looking at the other’s artwork.

Time flew by quickly, you were both silent for the most time, concentrating on the drawing in front of you. “I’m finished!”, Hyunjin suddenly screamed, confidence written in his face and you can’t help but let out a small giggle.

Hyunjin eyed you offended “so you’re thinking your winning, huh”, he stated in a teasing voice, “then show me your drawing fir-“. He stopped in the middle of his sentence, as you turned around your artwork to him, causing him to gasp out loud. “Nooooo”, he whined dramatically,” how was I supposed to know that you’re THAT good at drawing....this is not fairrrrr”

Jisung:

It was the first time that you two went to your apartment. You had been together for a few months now, but you always met at different places and mostly the dorm.

The two of you had bags filled with groceries in your hand,since you were planning on cooking together this evening.After a little bit of struggle you opened your apartment door and held the door open for Jisung, letting him walk in, while his eyes explored your apartment.

As you put down the groceries in your kitchen, Jisungs eyes fell on the colorful wall in your apartment, it was filled with little drawing, landscapes, forms and a lit of different things, but somehow it all harmonized to one big picture.

As you catched your boyfriend staring at the wall, you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his chest while pulling him close “Do you like it?”, you asked. “Are you kidding me??”, he answered, his voice excited while his eyes were still lingering on the wall, “this is one of the most amazing and beautiful things I’ve ever seen...I can really be happy to have such an talented partner like you, y/n”

Felix:

“Do you want to help me decorate this cake??”, Felix yelled from the kitchen,while you were busy scrolling on your phone in the living room. “Sure,,I’m on my way!!”, you screamed back, putting your phone down and making your way into the kitchen.

“The cake smells totally amazing!!”, you complimented as you pulled Felix into a tight back hug. The boy giggled,putting both of his hands on yours.”what theme do we want to go for?”, he asked while turning around, so that he can face you. “what about if we try to recreate the latest album cover and draw a group photo on it?”, you suggested.

“But isn’t that kinda complicated?”, Felix asked worried, but you gave him a reassuring smile. “ I mean yeah, it’s not very easy, but if we mess up we just have to eat the cake as quick as possible, so no one sees it” you said jokingly, turning to the cake to star decorating it.

After some time you were finished with decorating, the kitchen was a really big mess, but the cake turned better out than you expected. “Woahhhhh”, Felix let out as he saw the cake. “You’re talent is crazy...like wowww look at that.....”, he immediately pulled out his phone to take a picture of the beautiful decorated cake. “Now i really don’t want to eat that cake, because this artwork of yours is more than amazing”

Seungmin:

You were sick today, so you stayed at home to rest and get healthy again as soon as possible.But as time went by,you started to get really bored, so you decided to look up pictures from your boyfriend and decided to draw him.

Your bed was quickly filled with art supplies, your sketchbook on your thighs as you started to draw. You started with a simple sketch, but it soon turned into a detailed fanart and you even incorporated colors (what you usually don’t do).

After the piece was finally finished, you had to go to the toilet, so you put down the drawing on your bed and rushed into the bathroom. While you were away, Seungmin returned home, bringing your favorite take out food with him.

As he entered your bedroom, he saw the drawing of him on your bed and looked at it for a while. “Why did you print out a picture from me?”, Seungmin asked as you came back. “Huh...what?” You asked confused, until he pointed out your drawing. Your cheeks turned red and you started to giggle. “Minnie, that’s a drawing...”

Jeongin:

You came home from work and found your boyfriend in the living room drawing while talking to his fans in vlive. You gave him a small smile as a greeting and he immediately smiled back at you.

“Do you wanna draw with me?”, he asked while holding up a blank paper. You hesitated at first, but after he gave you a pouting-puppy-stare you gave in and took the paper from his hand, sitting dien behind the camera, facing Jeongin.

He continued to talk with his fans, peeking over to your drawing a few times, but he couldn’t really see what you were doing. Your mind was totally focused on drawing, you haven’t done that in a while,but now that you are drawing again, you remembered how much you loved it and how stress relieving it was.

“I’m done!”,you shout out after a while, holding your paper up to Jeongin, so that he can finally see your drawing,while waiting for his reaction. His jaw dropped open as he looked at the drawing. “Omg look guys!”, he stated while taking the paper from your hands and showing it to the fans,”I didn’t know that you could draw that well!!”. His eyes lingered over the drawing, appreciating every single detail in your drawing,while you were blushing at the cute reaction of your boyfriend.

🖤masterlist

[snowflakeanimelover]

Hello Kate!

I hope you're doing okay and since your requests are open...May I ask for headcanon about Platonic Luffy with like female teenager Y/n?

By that I mean, Y/n is kind of people that usually preferred and been alone for a really long time - she also very into reading books and drawing. However one day, Luffy meet her in the forest alone sleeping and...I just wonder how would he treat her?.

However, if you feel uncomfortable with this - please ignore this message.

Have a good day!

You are so kind🥺 thank you for the request! And thank you so much for the details! Reminder that I am still learning how to write HCs, so I’m sorry if it’s still story-like. Also haven’t seen the show in a long time, so I did my best with his personality. I hope you like it!

Of course he just had to meet her.

Nothing could not interest him.

He was so curious, he actually watched her sleep for a bit when he found her.

It was just a simple day for a walk in the woods. And he found a young girl just sleeping. She laid against a tree, sketchbook laying on her lap.

He took a peek at her sketchbook, knowing exactly how much privacy he was interfering with.

The sketches were more of small doodles, and some were portraits of people she must’ve known, or even a detailed drawing of the forest.

He was so excited to find a new friend. Maybe even have her join his crew.

He wasn’t startled when she groaned awake. But her eyes told the opposite. He thought she ate a devil fruit with how wide her eyes went.

This made him chuckle, and that made the girl nervous.

“Wh-who are you?!” She gasps, quickly snatching the sketchbook from his hands.

“I’m Luffy! Saw your drawings! Wanna join my crew?” He had a wide smile.

The girl was frightened even more. Who was he? Why was he being so blunt?

“Wh-why should I? I don’t even know you!” When he said ‘crew’ she knew he was a pirate. She’s heard many things about them, but never really believed them.

“I think you’re cool. Are you lonely?” He suddenly asks.

She slowly nods. “Y-yeah…I guess you can say that…”

“Then join my crew! Be our friend!” He seemed really excited about the idea.

Really, the girl had nothing to lose. So why not go venture out? Of course, she was scared at the thought.

“Um….I think I’ll just stay here….thanks…” she quietly says, standing up to leave.

“Wanna at least see the ship? It’s pretty cool!” He really didn’t want to let her go.

She sighs, finally accepting his offer. “I’m (Y/N).” She reluctantly says to the boy as she follows him.

“Nice to meet yah!” Is all he said.

Once she saw the boat, and met the friendly people, she figured maybe it’s time for her to not be alone anymore.

[moonslove7]

Helloooo~ can I request? If yes, here is my idea: Reader being super amazing at drawing and she secretly has a huge crush on Remus and as well has a sketchbook with tons of his portraits with cute words. James and Sirius discover that she looks at Remus and "write" on her notebook so decide to secretly take her "notes" and read them. Remus finds the two admiring/laughing at the sketchbook and take it from them while the readers is going crazy searching it. Full creativity to you for what happens next just make it floof cuz I need it haha. Love your writing ❤ and Have a wonderful day :3

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS THANK U SO MUCH 🥺 also lmao this would so be me i already draw him n do lil poems for him even tho i’m awful at it

Artistic Love

It was another late night in the Gryffindor common room, students rushing in and out while some sat down and talked with their friends you, sirius, james and remus all sat next to the fireplace on the sofa, you had your sketchbook out, using your pencil to your crush, Remus Lupin, as he laughed with his best mates probably planning some pranks to do with them, you didn’t really pay attention you were more focused on capturing how beautiful this man was in your sketchbook, after a few hours you had finished and coincidentally Remus had to leave to get a game from their dorm room. Just as he left you thought of a few words to jot down next to the recent drawing, “your heart reminds me of a home i never had”.

Little did you know a certain Sirius Black kept sneaking glances at you, wondering what you had been doing for the past two hours, but you had your sketchbook hidden by your knees as you brought them close to you to hold your sketchbook on them, then Remus came back and you quickly shut it and put it down on the arm of the sofa next to you, “wanna play with us (Y/N)?” Remus asked when he noticed you had put what he assumed was homework away, you nodded with a smile, moving closer to Remus you all played a game of snap which resulted in James being told since he lost he would have to do the next prank by himself since it included going into the Slytherin dorms, after another hour went by the prefect came to the group and told them they had to go off to bed, Sirius sent a glance towards your black sketchbook while you were saying “well I guess I’ll go to bed then, goodnight idiots.” James noticed Sirius eyeing something, “mhm, we don’t have much choice but sure, good night (Y/n).” James said, Remus nodded and smiled at you, trying to look like he wasn’t crushing on you, but of course failing as the on coming blush appeared on his face. You walked up the stairs and made your way into your dorm room, you got ready to bed and fell asleep instantly.

Downstairs though James and Sirius stayed down there while Remus was back in their dorms, Sirius walked over to your sketchbook and started flicking through the pages, “Sirius, what are you doing? If you want to copy (Y/n)’s homework you could have just-“ “it’s not homework, idiot. Look...” Sirius pushed the book so James could see it, and there in pencil was an accurate sketch of Remus from that exact night smiling away. “.. it’s Remus? Why... Unless-“ James concluded locking eyes with Sirius, they both smirked at each other thinking the same thing, “She fancies him...” Sirius said confirming what they both thought, “it’s kind of cute but ew,” James replied while looking at the older sketches as Sirius continued looking through it.

“Wait till Moony finds out, he’s going to have a heart attack.” Sirius laughed, “what if we gave them the extra push? Like we hide the sketchbook until (y/n) admits their feelings and what’s really in here?” James wondered out loud making Sirius grin at the suggestion, “that, my friend could work, but we have to hide this though so Remus doesn’t find it.” Holding the sketchbook in his hand they book walked up the stairs to their shared dorm, when opening the door Remus was already ready for bed reading a book he glanced up when he realised they had come up, “took you long enough,” he sighed, putting his book on the side table Sirius walked to his bed, crouching down he began to take all the stuff out of the cupboard that each of them got, Remus now had seen the sketchbook asked both of them, “why are you stealing (Y/n)‘s homework for ? you guys can just copy from me you know...” He wondered making James shrug as he watched Sirius hide it, “(y/n)’s got better notes than you Moony, let’s be honest,” Remus gasped offended, “fine be like that, I won’t let you lot copy from me again then.” He said before turning over in bed and trying to fall asleep.

Sirius sent James a smirk, knowing what was about to happen the next day the boys quickly got ready for bed and joined Remus in dream land.

“WHERE IS IT?!?” The Mauraders heard as they came down the stairs, dressed and ready for the busy day ahead, they saw you throwing the cushions around the sofa and looking underneath it only to find Zonko’s sweet wrappers, Remus looked at Sirius and James with a raised eyebrow not forgetting that he saw them two with their book. “Give it back to her, please don’t be a pair of dicks.” He asked, making Sirius say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about mate, come on let’s help (Y/n).” Making their way over to you James spoke first, “what you lost (y/n)?” “My uh notebook, it had class notes in and stuff,” You replied anxiously, your eyes wondering all around the room in hope it would just appear. “oh yeah? what kind of notes?” Sirius asked with a small smirk on his face trying hard to hide it as he leaned against James. “y-you know, school stuff,” You started to blush as Remus began looking around, looking at the clock Sirius mentioned, “why don’t we look for it later? we’ll miss breakfast at this point and i don’t know about you lot but I’m craving some breaky right now.” James nodded along with him already waiting just near the portrait door for Remus.

Remus sighed as he looked at them, he looked back at (y/n), “we’ll look again later, we’ll either find it or you can have my notes.” He reassured making you nod and smile at him, “I have to keep looking but you guys go on and have some breakfast.” They all began walking out, leaving you alone with the scary thought that either someone would use the sketchbook as blackmail or would just straight up show Remus breaking the little bit of friendship you did share with him.

You looked for another two hours, then stopped knowing you’d be late for class if you didn’t, you walked solemnly to the lesson which was transfiguration, the boys had already sat down but Remus kept a spot empty next to him for you, “you find your notebook yet?” he asked, “nope.” You responded, you thought to yourself at least you know it either hasn’t been kidnapped or given to Remus yet.

After the class was over as you began to walk away Remus called for you, “I saved you some food, you know from breakfast,” he placed the food container his mum had given him in your hands that had a few slices of toast inside of it, somehow it still felt hot. “oh, thank you Remus, that’s really sweet of you.” You replied making Remus reach his hand up to his neck, the tell tale sign he was nervous, he nodded with a smile and began to walk away towards Sirius and James who were standing there smirking at the interaction. “You dog, you so like her!” James said with a laugh leaving him as he wrapped an arm around Remus’s shoulder. “No i don’t! It was a thoughtful thing to do, it’s not her fault you idiots probably lost her notebook.”

After classes were over the Sirius thought the plan needed an extra push so James distracted Remus while Sirius put the push in action, “You like Moony don’t you?” He asked making you freeze up, “n-no, why would you think that?” “well, a little birdie told me you draw him... A LOT.. you even write little almost like poetry beside said drawings.” “oh my god, Sirius who has it?? Tell me, please-“

“... James, he’s actually thinking of showing Remus it right now-“As soon as that nearly full sentence left Sirius’s mouth you ran up the dorm stairs, as you had seen James take Remus back to their dorm room you were ready to kill him for this. Opening the door you saw what you thought was James holding open your sketchbook to Remus, “IT’s NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” You shouted, the blush on your face deepening at what Remus probably thought of you now.

“what is it then, (y/n)??” James, asked closing the book and waiting for your answer, “I drew Remus because I just thought he is aesthetically pleasing to my artistic senses, there, not that i’m in love with him.” You said in a normal tone, thinking you had tricked them all, but you did not.

“... you drew me?” Remus asked in a whisper, James brought the book he was showing Remus to you, inside it was just school notes, it wasn’t your sketchbook at all. You gulped, trying to think of how you were going to get out of this one. “y-yeah... it’s not weird though, right?” You asked nervously, James sighed loudly, putting the book down he walked over to Sirius’s cup board and got your actual sketchbook out. “For Godricks sake! Just look and see, you both fancy each other and kiss, it’s not that hard you know.” He passed the sketchbook to Remus who opened it to just the first page and looked at the drawing of him, his eyes reading the words “If you’re a monster then why am I so in love with you?” He kept replaying those words in his mind, James decided his job was done and left, joining Sirius downstairs.

“So... you like me?” Remus asked, sitting the sketchbook down so you could see it too, you walked closer to him, nodding sadly knowing he was either going to be mad at you or stop being friends all together. “I’m not mad or anything, honest, I just... I guess I do fancy you.” He added, making you look at him now slightly hopeful, he smiled at you before looking back down at the page, “‘If you’re a monster then why am I so in love with you?’ No ones ever, said anything like that to me before, but it makes my stomach feel like it’s got a thousand snitches inside of it,” He laughed slightly making you laugh with him, you sat down in front of him on his bed when he made room. “You really like me? you’re not just saying that so this isn’t embarrassing or anything right?” You asked suspiciously, Remus responded with “Mhmmm I don’t know, let’s see.” He brought his lips to yours, making you gasp in shock, he took that as his opportunity, and pushed his tongue into your mouth, going from 1-1000 VERY quickly, you both sighed into the kiss as his hands held your face into place your hands moved to his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as best as you could, until all of a sudden Remus pulled away, panting out of breath he nodded and almost giggled as he said “yep, I guess I really really do fancy you.” he leaned over again to press a kiss to your forehead.

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[main-to-card-games-and-pain]

irondad fluff

I couldn’t get this headcanon out of my mind, so I quickly wrote a little ficlet for it. It’s not checked over, and not great quality, but it would not leave my head until it was written. The headcanon was that Tony is secretly an excellent artist, and has an entire sketchbook of just portraits of Peter. I hope you enjoy it! 

“Kid, hand me my workbook please,” Tony called from his bench, just barely looking up to shout the request. 

Peter, who was just chilling on one of the couches doing homework, was quick to participate in any sort of procrastination. Teenage limbs jumped up in all their awkward glory, his finely tuned senses scouring the room for the requested item. 

He spotted it on a worktable at the other end of the lab. Peter sighed dramatically, beginning his trek. 

He felt like Valjean from the beginning of Les Mis. He decided to make Mr.Stark aware of this fact. 

Tony rolled his eyes when he heard the first few notes of “Look Down” being hummed quite loudly from somewhere behind him, and he could tell that Peter was doing a stupid dilapidated walk with it. “It’s five feet away from you, 24601, stop being a teenager.” 

“I am a teenager,” Peter whined, “and it’s not five feet away, it’s all the way across the stupid lab.” 

At this, Tony did glance up, because he knew for a fact that he’d just seen his workbook on the coffee table behind the couch, so he didn’t know what Peter was going on about. The inventor almost had an aneurysm when he realized Peter’s mistake. The book was already in the teenager’s hands before the inventor could interject. 

“Oh, uh, no, no, uh, no Underoos,” Tony shouted awkwardly as he hurriedly stood from his bench, the trinket left abandoned, “that’s not my workbook.” 

“What do you mean it’s not your workbook? Yes it is,” Peter replied exasperatedly. 

“I think I know what my own workbook looks like, thank you very much. You know what, it’s fine, I’ll grab it myself.” Tony feigned nonchalance crossing towards his actual workbook, picking up the admittedly similar looking book. He waved it sarcastically at Peter, trying not to give away that he was having a minor stroke at the kid just holding it. 

“Well, then what’s this one? Cause you use it all the time.” Peter looked like he was going to open the book, Tony did the only thing he could think of. “Ow! What the Hell, did you just yeet a walnut at me?”

It was, admittedly, not the best quick response Tony had ever thought of. 

“I’m Iron Man. I can do what I want.” Peter rolled his eyes and went back to trying to examine the mystery book. “Seriously kid, put it down and go do your homework.” 

The thing that Tony should have realized about teenagers, is that if they think you don’t want them to do something they will do their goddamn best to do that thing. So when Peter sensed that Tony was trying to keep something from him a mischievous glint came into his eye, his smirk moving from the book to the inventor back to the book. 

“Ah, shit" Tony thought, realizing his mistake.  

“Is it like your diary or something?” Peter taunted, a coy smile breaking out on his face. “Dear Diary, Peter Parker is the best thing to ever happen in my life, he is perfect in every way imaginable.” 

You’re not wrong kid. 

“That’s none of your business, Spider-Baby, give it to me.” Tony advanced towards the kid, but he was a teenager, an enhanced teenager at that. And evidently, he had his web-shooters on. 

As soon as Peter saw Mr.Stark get just close enough to maybe grab the book from him he was propelling himself up to stick on the ceiling. 

“Pete, what did I say about going onto the ceiling?” DadVoice Activated. “And I told you, I don’t like webs in the lab, they take forever to dissolve and they leave stains.” 

The teenager paid him no mind, straightening out so he was just stuck with his feet. “Mr.Stark you’re on the ceiling now too, you’re breaking your own rule.” 

The mechanic rolled his eyes. “Seriously, get down.” 

“Let’s see whats in here first.” 

Tony was resigned to his fate at this point, there was no stopping a determined Peter. His cheeks flushed prematurely, his heart felt like it was beating ten times faster than normal. The book was opened painstakingly slowly, Peter’s breath catching a bit as he examined the first page. 

“Oh,” the kid whispered, just barely audible, even with the total silence that had fallen in the lab. Peter flipped back upside down and hung from his fingertips, gently letting himself fall to the floor. “That’s me,” he continued, equally as quiet. 

Because the mystery workbook was no workbook, it wasn’t even a notebook. It was a sketchbook, and it was full of drawings of Peter. 

Tony didn’t try to take the book from him as he examined it, turning each page with a reverence and taking in every detail of every drawing. He watched as Peter sat in a chair, bent over the sketchbook, barely realizing that he was basically looking at Tony’s heart. The inventor never should have left the book out, he was usually so good of tucking it into his locked drawer. 

Peter inspected each drawing, tracing each line with his finger. 

They were pencil drawings of him, doing dozens of different things; working at his bench, smiling, sleeping, looking out a car window, eating, laughing, portrait after portrait showed Peter’s life through Mr.Stark’s eyes. The detail was so well thought after that each sketch looked like a picture. They must have taken hours to complete. 

“Do you… do you do these from memory?” Peter asked, entranced. 

“Some of them,” the mechanic replied with a whisper, “not all of them.” 

“They’re good.” This was a moment, one that both mentor and protege feared would break if they spoke any louder than a whisper. “I always thought you were working on a Mark or something…” 

“Yeah, well,” Tony breathed, struggling to find words, “Iron Man isn’t the most important thing in my life.” 

Peter got to the end of the book, closing it with all the care of a treasure. Gently the teenager stood, offering his treasure back to Tony. The inventor wasn’t able to say whatever it was he was going to say before the kid had scampered away, out the window and into the world. 

Now look what you’ve done, you freaked the kid out. 

And it was completely understandable that Peter was freaked, it was probably super fucking creepy for the teen that he had a book of drawings he’d never known about. It was stalkerish, and he had no right, Hell, Peter would be fully justified in cutting contact. 

Tony still didn’t know why he couldn’t draw anything else anymore. He’d drawn Peter for the first time when he’d been bored in the lab, and the kid had been sitting across from him, gnawing on his lip as he worked on his web-shooters. 

Later, Tony looked at the sketch and felt such a swell of love inside of him because that was his kid. But now… 

“FRIDAY, don’t let anyone into the lab, and turn up my work playlist,” Tony commanded with a heavy sigh. Peter probably wouldn’t be come around as much anymore, but he’d still promised the kid he wouldn’t drink if he got upset. 

So Tony fully intended to work until he forgot how much the lab didn’t feel right without Peter. 

Peter crawled through the window in one fluid motion an hour later, bag swung over his shoulder. He winced as the AC/DC grated on his sensitive hearing, looking around the lab for Mr.Stark. 

“Mr.Stark?” He called, taking a few tentative steps forward. Was Mr.Stark mad at him for looking at the book when he told him to stop? “Mr.Stark, I’m sorry I left, I wanted to show you something.” 

The music turned off. 

“FRIDAY what the Hell, I didn’t say-” Tony emerges from his nook, where he’d been bent over working on a suit. He loses all the wind in his sails when he sees Peter standing there, completely unassuming. “Oh, hi.” 

Peter furrows his brow, still grinning, cause Mr.Stark is being weird for some reason. “Hi, Mr.Stark, I just went home to pick something up. I wanna show you something” 

Tony’s too dumbfounded, he honestly couldn’t understand why Peter would still want to be around him. “Sure, kid.” 

Peter shrugs off his pack, his movements slowing as he removes a similar looking book from the pack, he almost looks timid. 

“I have one too,” the teenager offers with a grin, self-consciously holding out the book for Tony to take. 

The inventor wipes his hands of grease before accepting, opening the book as if it were a precious relic. Tears come unbidden to his eyes as he quickly realizes what Peter’s just shown him. 

“I uh- I don’t draw as much and stuff, so I never really finished that sketchbook. Aunt May glued all those other drawings in from when I was like, seven.” 

Peter had his own sketchbook to show, this one burst with colour. Crayon drawings stuck out on the edges, the inexperienced drawings of a child evolving into pencil crayon sketches of a pre-teen to present day portraits. And they were all of him, of Tony, Iron Man. Well, Iron Man in the beginning, and now Tony. 

“Mr.Stark…?” Peter looked up at him with unhidden worry, Tony realized he was crying. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…” 

“No, no kid, you didn’t upset me.” Tony wished he could find the words to tell Peter how much his life has gotten so much better since he came into it. How much Tony loves him. “These are great, they’re so, so brilliant kid.” 

Peter’s cheeks were flushed, just like Tony he had been waiting for a rejection. He smiled at his mentor, nodding. “I-I was thinking… maybe, we can draw each other? In each other’s books though.” 

It takes Tony off guard, but he realized almost immediately that he had never been more willing to do anything in his life. Anything to make this kid happy. 

“I would love to Peter,” Tony says. “You are my world kid,” he thinks. 

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

International Love

Characters: Flight Attendant!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,490

Warnings: none

Summary: Every flight you take is because of him. It’s why you draw him so often.

Squared Filled: Artist AU // Flight Attendant!Dean

Author’s Note: I know some of you have requested fics, and I promise I will get to them. I just need to finish these bingos before the deadline in June/July of this year. I am also trying to post daily again so bear with me. This is for @spnfluffbingo2019 and @spnaubingo  and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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As you got settled into your seat, you craned your neck to see if you could spot the flight attendant you had a crush on. Every time you had to fly (which was a lot due to work), you always made sure to take the same airline in hopes of being with the very handsome flight attendant, Dean Winchester. It was never guaranteed that you would get his flight, but you hoped for it.

He always made your trips better because of his attitude. He made sure to keep you comfortable, was always there if you needed something, and gave you a little extra more since he thought you were cute. You two exchanged more than a fair share of words. He knew your name, you knew his. Each flight he had, he looked out for you since your smile could brighten his days.

He met you back when you were first starting out in your job. You had been nervous as hell to fly internationally to meet with some business partners, and he stayed by your side to help you through it. He got you through the flight just by talking to you, distracting you. When the flight ended, you sadly didn’t get his number. You thought that was the last time you’d ever see him. It was a big airline, he must travel all over the world. No way you would see him again.

Luck was on your side because every flight after that, he was there. It was like he knew when you were going to fly and purposely put himself on that flight to be with you. Business had been booming since you last saw him.

You were an artist and was selling your work all over the world. That first time, you were meeting with potential buyers. Now, you owned galleries all over the world. There was never a time where you weren't drawing. Being on an airplane doesn’t stop you either. Your portfolio included a lot of things--landscapes, still life, abstract, and a whole lot of others--but the one thing you always had trouble on was painting faces. Whenever you did, you would purposely leave out the details of the face to leave the reader with questions and interpretations of their own view when in truth, you suck at drawing faces.

To help, you have been drawing the faces around you. Best place to do that was on planes. The same person would stay in the same place for hours, giving you the perfect amount of time to draw them. However, the only person you seemed hell-bent on drawing was Dean. He had such a perfect bone structure, you needed to capture it on paper.

Without him knowing, you had drawn him as he worked or read, paying close attention to detail. The first time you did it was terrible, but you got better with time. Once they were appropriate enough for people to view them, you started leaving the drawings on seats for him to find. Each drawing had your initials and nothing more. He’d find these pictures and went crazy trying to figure out who was drawing him.

He had a whole folder full of them. They were of him doing all different kinds of things--passing out snacks or drinks, reading, talking with his coworkers or the other passengers on the flight, drinking coffee or eating--they were all of him and signed by the same person.

It was fun leaving him these drawings. It was the thrill knowing he may never know who is doing this but very well might figure it out. Your name was plastered all over the world with these initials, you were shocked he hadn’t figured it out yet. A part of you liked that it was still a secret. You could draw him in peace, take your time, and really get to know him. On the other hand, you want him to find out so that your relationship can go to the next level if there was one to begin with.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean said. The first-class section was pretty empty this flight which you didn't mind. You liked having a whole section by yourself, it gave you a sense of privacy.

“Dean, hi,” you grinned. He took the seat next to you while the other passengers got on board. This was the only time he could really sit down and talk to you since he didn’t have to do his job just yet. It was in these 20 minutes that he learned more about you than in the 10 hours you were on this flight.

“When might I see one of your paintings? I hear such good things about them. I haven’t had a chance to see them myself.”

“They’re nothing special,” you blushed.

“Nothing special? You have galleries all over the world. That screams pretty damn special to me.”

“What about you? Do you draw? I’ve never thought to ask that of you.”

“I can draw stick figures,” he laughed. “No, I am not an artist. I’ll leave that up to you.”

“And I’ll leave being a flight attendant to you,” you flirted back.

“Good choice. I’ll be back later on. You must have a painting or a drawing on you somewhere,” he grinned as he got up to do his job. Little did he know that you had a notebook full of unfinished drawings of him in your bag.

“You have no idea,” you spoke once he was out of hearing range.

As soon as the flight started, you got out your notebook to draw him. Since starting this little project, you have gotten better at portraits than you could ever hope for. Practice makes perfect after all.

Dean had been busy with his duties, so he hasn't had a chance to stop by and question whether or not you had any drawings on you. To pass the time, you had been drawing him in his prime, smiling when he smiled. Those made the best drawings since you got to capture his essence on the paper.

About 1/5th into the flight, you got up to use the restroom, and without thinking, you left your notebook opened for anyone to see if they walked by. Dean noticed you drawing the whole time but didn’t want to bug you about it. Now that you were in the bathroom, he might get a glimpse at what you’ve been drawing.

As soon as the doors closed, he made his way down the hallway to check on the few first-class passengers when he spotted your notebook. On the paper was himself, smiling as he talked with his coworker. All those pictures of him left behind were from you. It made sense since he only got the drawings when you were on board. The way you focused on detail amazed him, and he really wanted to talk with you about the pictures you sent him. Not here, but in private. He’d have to wait until he could get you alone.

Once the flight ended, you had a 2-hour layover in New York which you didn’t mind. It was nice to stop in the cities in which you could explore. It gave you the chance to learn about the different kinds of cultures available to you. Luckily for Dean, he was on his break at the same time you were on your layover.

He walked out of the restroom and was about to go to grab something to eat when he saw you drawing by yourself. He figured the fewer people around, the more focused you would be. Here is his chance, it’s now or never.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled as he approached you.

“Dean, wow. Seeing you not on a plane. It’s refreshing,” you chuckled as he took a seat next to you. Before he could see what was on your notebook, you closed it. It was the picture you didn't have time to finish.

“I wanted to talk to you about something. I didn’t want to do it on the plane.”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Did you draw these?” he pulled out the multiple drawings of him that you left. Your heart skipped a beat at him figuring it out.

“How did you know?” you blushed.

“I saw your notebook when you went to the bathroom. I know, I shouldn’t have been so nosy, but I’m glad I know. I’ve been going crazy trying to figure it out.”

“You meant his one?” you opened your notebook to show the nearly finished drawing of him.

“These are amazing. Absolutely stunning.”

“You know, I used to suck at faces. Like really bad.”

“Well, you don’t anymore. Why didn’t you just let me know you drew these?”

“I liked the secrecy of it. I don’t know. But I’m glad you know now.”

“Yeah,” he nodded as he grabbed your hand in a bold move. “Me too.”

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[holyhikari]

a tale of two wolves;

Life is Strange 2 one-shot. Fluff. Centered on the Diaz brothers. Pre-game.

on ao3

Sean does not hear the first knock on the door.

He is not sure if it is the second or the third one that reaches his ears. He stirs and waits for an instant — he wants to make sure that what he is hearing is not a dream that lasted a little too long, tinting reality. The thick raindrops outside engulf the knocks almost entirely and he is tempted to fall asleep again, but they persist. A feather-like sound that barely feels real before fading away, as tiny as the boy that must be standing outside his room. However, very much like Daniel, it grows louder and harder to ignore.

With a groan, Sean opens his eyes and lets the world come to him in waves. There is something on his chest, he realizes. It is light and familiar. He reaches for it and soon enough his fingers brush his sketchbook. At the dim moonlight that comes from the window near his desk, Sean can only make out a few lines from today’s evening; very precise although drawn quickly, some traces of Lyla’s beaming face. He was making her a portrait before his consciousness drifted away. Dios, how he misses being asleep right now.

He knows it’s not Dad disturbing his long-awaited rest.  Call it older brother instinct, his very sensitive nature or simply being accustomed to it, but he knows that his current bother has big brown eyes and barely nine years living in this exhausting world. Yet, it is nice to get a confirmation, which comes in the form of an unsteady whisper.

“Sean?”

“Go away,” he answers. “It’s too late. Too early. Whatever.”

Daniel is not one to follow the rules — his rules, at least. When it comes to Dad, it is a different story. He always has a way to make his mischievous little brother behave well. Firm and commanding, but still warm and gentle. Naturally, Daniel pays no mind to Sean’s request and opens the door just enough to peek inside.

“Sean, I can’t sleep.”  He whines.

A deep sigh makes its way out of his body. Sean can kiss his sleep goodbye.  “Yeah, I can see that.”

“I really, really can’t.”  Daniel goes on, opening the door further. “I’m serious.”

Sean can barely see the form of his little brother coming in. The steps that echo when Daniel walks towards his bed, just like his previous knocks, are nothing to the thunderstorm outside; it makes every other sound look like a rough, long-forgotten draft in someone’s desk. Lyla says that his habit of making drawing metaphors all the time is incredibly annoying – “kinda charming though, let’s find an artsy girl for you!”

“Is it the rain?” Sean finds himself asking despite his overwhelming desire to stay silent until Daniel eventually leaves.

His brother hesitates.

“Yes and no.”

“What kind of answer even is that?”

“An honest one!”

“You know what,” Sean decides, “just go to Dad. Leave me be.”

“I don’t want to bother Dad…”

“But bothering me is just fine.” Sean deadpans. “Well, you’re here. Be my guest.”

“I had a bad dream,” his brother begins, “and the rain isn’t helping either. It’s keeping me awake and I can’t stop thinking about my nightmare.”

The way that Daniel’s voice cracks slightly catches Sean attention. With a frown, he lights up the bedside lamp to reveal a red and puffed-eyed boy in dinosaur pajamas. Daniel blinks twice. He is surprised that he has been caught, sure, but Sean feels the tiniest of smiles on his lips when he realizes that his brother is not even a bit ashamed of the crying — he stands there somewhat sniffy and with no intentions of hiding the few tears on his cheek that Sean quickly brushes away with his thumb. Dad is always reminding them that boys and men can and should cry when they feel like it, say te quiero when they love someone and be open and kind as much as they can.

“Been kinda down lately, bro?”

“Just a little.” Daniel turns the bedside lamp off. “This hurts my eyes. They can’t suffer any damage, you know. How else would I play Minecraft?”

Sean rolls his eyes. “This game is annoying as hell.”

“You swore!” He says somewhat loudly. “And Minecraft isn’t annoying. You don’t know what the cool games are.”

Instead of taking the bait, Sean asks, “What’s on your mind?”

“My brain,” comes the answer right away. “Duh.”

“No,” Sean laughs faintly. “That would only be an acceptable answer if I had said head.”

“Oh,” Daniel breathes. “Can I change my answer to chocolate cake?”

“You hungry?” He asks. “I can get up and make something. Or I can just find you that candy bar you like so much.”

“Nah, no need.” Daniel shrugs. “I can’t have any sugar that late anyways. Not healthy.”

“My pride and joy,” Sean teases. “I was just testing you.”

His little brother snorts, happier than he was before, but Sean can still sense the fear emanating from his small body. Something inside him hurts and he feels his voice soften; that tone that he uses with Daniel whenever he needs to be comforted. These situations are getting rarer as he grows up, but a kid is still a kid.

“Wanna talk about that bad dream?”

Daniel’s expression collapses and he looks in some random direction behind Sean’s head, avoiding eye contact.

“I…” He coughs. “I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“Hey. Come here, enano.”

Daniel accepts Sean’s invitation with a smile and joins him under the covers. The boy lets out a blissful little sigh as he starts stroking his hair, rhythm slow and steady. Daniel is adorable like that, all warm and quiet, and Sean almost forgets that he usually has an unruly brat as a brother.

“Thought you would never offer!” He complains. “I was getting cold.”

“You can always just ask, you know.” Sean reminds him. “You know there is no one better than me to chase the monsters away.”

“I don’t believe in monsters!” Daniel huffs with indignation. Then, he considers. “Well, not the kind of monster that lives under the bed. That’s for little kids. The Bigfoot is real, obviously. And zombies, too. And I guess vampires. And… and werewolves,” he trails off. “But I don’t like wolves anymore.”

“What?” Sean frowns. “You love them. You’re my wolf boy.”

Daniel’s tiny hand finds his. Sean squeezes it gently. “Not after the nightmare…”

“No way I’m letting some dream ruin wolves for you,” he starts, “I’ll make you like them again. Tell me what happened, kiddo.”

“We were camping.”

“So far so good.”

“Yeah, but Dad was nowhere to be seen. Why would we go to the woods without him? That’s the first weird thing. And we didn’t have any camping stuff! And no food!” Daniel turns his head up to look at him. “Isn’t that crazy?”

“It makes no sense,” Sean agrees. “We’re smart enough to bring a tent. At least I am. You only would be worried about bringing your toys, you big baby.” There is not a single trace of malice on his tone, and Daniel rolls his eyes fondly.

“Whatever. My toys are more important than your sketchbook.” He pauses. “No, I take that back. Your drawings are awesome.”

Sean smiles, “Thanks, pequeño.”

“So, we were out in the woods. We made a cool fire and everything. But then I heard a noise…” He holds his breath for a moment. “A really scary one. I thought it was a bear. I tried waking you up, but you were out cold. I would scream your name and nothing. Nothing. Like you were dead.”

Daniel sounds like he is about to cry again, so Sean holds him closer; he turns him over a little so he can reach his back and rub small, calming circles on it. He trembles on his embrace.

“That would never happen,” he assures. “Your voice is pretty loud, Daniel. I can hear it from far, far away. Your lungs don’t joke around.” Sean points out. “Shit, I forgot where they are. Are they here? Or here?”

Sean starts ticking him all over his body, laughing too when hysterical giggles escape from his little brother. He squirms and squirms breathless, and Sean finishes his attack with a loud raspberry on Daniel’s belly.

“You monster,” Daniel gasps between laughs.

“That’s right,” he says in a serious tone. “The undefeatable tickle monster.”

“You made me forget where I was.”

“It seems then that the undefeatable tickle monster has many powers.”

“You’re so dumb, Sean.”

“Takes one to know one.”

He sniffs after calming down, “Oh, I remember it. You didn’t wake up. And it was no bear.”

“It was a wolf,” Sean guesses.

“Its fur was a dark shade of red. Like blood. The claws were way too sharp for a regular wolf. But the scarier thing… the eyes, Sean. Completely black. A void. It made its way towards you with its mouth open and… I could only watch. Like a coward.”

“Geez,” he gulps, “I don’t plan to be anyone’s dinner any time soon.”

“I thought it was going to get me too,” Daniel says, “But it was worse. It just left me there. Alone. I hate when… when I’m left behind. Just like…”

“Just like Mom,” Sean nods. He feels his throat burn. After all these years, it’s like a fresh wound, as if he has to watch her leave every single day of his life, every time Dad seems too tired raising them all by himself.            

“Yeah,” Daniel whispers. Then, he says, “Stupid wolf.”

Sean closes his eyes for a brief moment. It’s always like this. They touch the subject and soon enough they are running from it as fast as they can. Dad stopped saying her name a few years ago, and Daniel gets his favorite meal every Mother’s day to cheer him up a bit. It all seems senseless, a pain too deep to escape from, a face that his memory cannot touch anymore without getting lost in years that will never return.

“Hey,” Sean forces himself to say, “It’s okay. Like you said, it wasn’t a normal wolf. It’s the kind of stuff that only shows up when you’re dreaming. And you totally know what would have happened in real life.”

Daniel blinks. “I do?”

“Bro, are you kidding me? You would have tamed him.” Sean smiles. “Actually, you two would be best buddies in no time.”

“You’re my best buddy,” Daniel yawns. “Not when you’re being a butthead, though.”

He ignores the last comment. “The wolf will let you name it, even.”

“Super Skeleton.”

“What?” Sean blinks. “What did you just said?”

“The name,” he says somewhat impatiently, “the wolf’s name. It’s my nickname on Minecraft.”

“Of course it is,” he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, you don’t have anything to worry about, dude. If we ever come across a wolf, you howl like you like to do and everything will be okay. You will even get to travel on its back.”

He looks down to Daniel, who seems to be pondering intensely what he has just said.

“What if is a bad wolf, Sean?”

“Then I’ll make sure it doesn’t get near you. My howling is great. We would make a good pair of wolves, you know.” He also yawns. “The Wolf Brothers. Nothing can tear us apart.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Daniel is now looking at him with vulnerable, trusting eyes, and Sean feels his heart melting. He would do anything in the world to make sure he keeps being worth of Daniel’s loyalty, he realizes with a mix of apprehension and that exact kind of love that Dad always reminds them of. Sean wonders for a moment if Mom left because she could not feel it; that undying force that disarms your, makes someone go down to their knees, strips them bare, chest open and bleeding.

They lay down close to each other for a while, the rain long gone. With a quick kiss on Daniel’s forehead, he whispers in the dark:

“Te quiero.”

Daniel’s slight snore is just the answer he wanted to hear.

[dontbethatshank]

Painted Walls

Request:  Can you maybe do an imagine where the reader is really artistic and graffitis on the walls with rocks or something? If you wanna do a pairing that's cool ✌🏻 thanks and I love your blog! 

A/N: I am so in love with this request! I myself paint and love to do art so doing this will be a lot of fun. I hope you all enjoy~

Newt: When you came up, you came up with an extra box. It had your name carved into the side, which was the only reason you were able to recall your name off the top of your head so quickly. The boys were lost - why did you come up with a random box? But Alby let it be, he said that if it was addressed to then obviously it was meant for you only. And when you opened it, a wave of relief crashed over you but o did a wave of confusion. Spray paint. Brushes. Acrylics. Mixing bases. Oils. It was a box filled with art supplies. It brought a sense of relief to you, but the note inside left you confused. ‘You insisted you have it - and who are we to deny you of such a thing? -W.C.K.D’ From then on, art began to appear. The dull, boring, useless gray walls that entrapped the Gladers slowly began to grow with colors. At first, it was a small corner, hidden away behind the farm and the Slices’ work area. Then it was the other corners, all beginning to get filled with drawings and paintings. At first, you were crappy. Nothing came to you - it was like a baby trying to speak Russian after just being born. In other words - it just wasn’t going to happen. Bu, with time, and practice, you got your sense of art back, and your spray cans and brushes became an extended part of your body. You drew what you thought a Griever looked like, you did portraits of each of the boys, you drew the different kinds of weather that the Glade never had such as snow and rain; you drew everything. The boys found it calming. At first, Alby and Gally were furious. Alby wanted you to scrub it off the walls, and Gally wanted you locked up for a damn month because of it... but they came around. When Gally saw his portrait on the wall, he became silent. His arms were crossed over his chest, his jaw set, his muscle definition slightly exaggerated, and a serious look etched on his face. But his eyes.. you took so much time wit4h Gally’ eyes. you put so many colors and emotions into them. When Gally saw this, he dropped his attitude and instead began giving you compliments. Alby stopped his crude behavior towards your art when he saw how it touched the boys. Gally was calmer, Newt seemed so driven to find a way out more than ever, Minho delved deeper into trying to figure out the Maze; they all became so motivated and determined. But the boy who admired your work the most was the little blond British boy who liked to sit in the gardens and watch you paint once you had finished in the medjack hut for the day. Gally had helped you build a ladder, making it as sturdy and solid as possible, even making a small “bucket” that you could move up and down the rungs to carry your paints in as you covered the walls. It had been seven months of you being here, and the walls slowly came to life. Newt admired it. He admired the passion you had. But he always had a question; why didn't you paint yourself? You had painted all the Gladers, adding a new portrait every Greenie you got. You had even taken some of the boys to the side and used them as diagrams for other paintings. You used Zart and Winston for their eyes; you borrowed Newt himself for his smile; you recruited Chuck for several mini paintings, all varying in degrees. But never once did you paint yourself or anything related to yourself. It was all the boys and the Glade.. and the Grievers, but they only got a few small spots. So, Newt decided to find out. “Hey, how’s it going, Y/N?” Newt asked, strolling up to you. You were near the entrance, where the names were engraved on the wall. you had taken a piece of paper and began writing down each of the names crossed out - you wanted to do a memorial piece for them, even though you had never met the boys you felt it right. “Oh, you know, just painting,” you smiled at him. “I actually have a question about your.. paintings,” Newt said slowly, causing you to look up and cock an eyebrow, smiling softly at him as you awaited the question. “you uh... you have drawn all of us, yea? Some of us twice even. But.. you have never drawn yourself,” Newt said slowly, “..how come?” With the same soft, gentle smile you stood up and grabbed Newt’s hand, leading him to another portion of the wall. It was in a small corner, hidden away, but it was a small figure, painted in black and highlighted with white and blues. t was the figure of a girl kneeling down. You pointed it out to Newt calmly. “That is me. That’s the me that first came here,” you told him, then pulled him along again. But this time, you showed him a portrait of himself, and he got confused. “This is me...” you stated, looking at Newt briefly then turning back and tracing the painted lines of Newt’s form,” this is me when I paint. These heavy strokes are my anger and sadness in your shirt. This light flicks of color in your eyes are my excitement for painting and my determination to be resilient... All my paintings have myself int hem.” Newt nodded slowly, trying to understand still. “When I paint... I paint with emotions and feelings. My frustration is in Gally’s arms. My happiness is in Chuck’s hair. My curiosity is in Zart’s eyes. And my love..” you paused, looking at Newt, your smile growing fond and full of admiration as you watched him look at all the paintings and portraits for the hundredth time. “my love.. is in you. When I paint your smile, my heart beats faster and my energy becomes hypnotic. I put all of my love into your smile and your small dimples... so you see, I paint myself every day. you just have to be willing to look for me,” you told him, putting your hand on his shoulder. Newt gently pulled you into him, his fascination growing with your words. Mindlessly as he stared at the wall before him, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his thumb rubbing against your hip gently as he looked all around, seeing you. He saw you in every form on the wall. And he was in love. He was in love with your world full of color.

Gally: In this hell hole known as the Glade, you were a Runner. Once, at a bonfire a few months back, after a couple drinks, a tipsy you decided it would be great fun to challenge Minho to a race, betting half of your meals for the next two weeks on it. Minho, being the shank he is, decided it was an easy win, but oh boy was he wrong. As you began racing, you stumbled at first, but the cold, biting air gave you a small wake up. You hadn’t had too much to drink, just enough to make you stupid (aka, you racing Minho). And so, you took off. The boys were all surprised to find that you did indeed beat Minho, it was close, but you still won, even after your initial stumble. After that, Minho had to give you half his meals for two weeks (which you only took for the one week since you took pity on the runner) and that same week, you became a runner. Originally, your idea to spray paint the walls was just an easier and more efficient way of keeping track of your progress and your turns. Cutting down the vines could get confusing after some had piled up and they also tended to trip you as well. So, after a very passive aggressive note to the Creators up came a box filled with spray cans varying in colors. You truly had only meant to use them to mark the walls... but then they became a hobby. Instead. you marked the vines, leaving the walls bare. During your lunch breaks and your small break towards the end of the day, you and Minho would sit and you would do your graffiti. None of the boys really knew about it besides the runners, but the maze began to get filled with your paintings and quickly. Some day you painted a beautiful waterfall or maybe a cute little group of toy like penguins. Other days, you wrote “Fuck You” on the walls and made a joke out of the “WCKD” name. Minho encouraged it, but he also admired it. Eventually, you started to get closer to home with your graffiti, painting on the walls near the entrances, and this wouldn’t have been a problem, except Gally’s nosey self just had to see just the smallest bit of it and called attention to it. And that’s how fifteen boys were making their way into the Maze with Alby, all determined to see what it was. Gally insisted it was a sign from the Creators, maybe a way out. Newt suggested it was a warning. Either way, everyone had to find out - and Alby couldn't exactly stop them from looking at it. But what no one expected to see, was walls filled with graffiti.  Walking down the first small pathway, Gally looked at the art.. and he stopped on one in particular. Himself. It was a portrait, from the waist up, of himself. It was about three feet off the ground and was done in amazing detail. Gally looked along the walls and saw his name, a cliche little red heart following after it. Above his portrait stood the title “Captain Gally, leader of the shanks”. He rolled his eyes at it while several of the boys laughed and mocked him. In a huff, Alby turned from the walls. “this wasn’t the shucking creators,” he growled out, “it was shucking, Y/N.” With that, Alby marched back, shoving the boys out of the Maze in a haste. Not thirty minutes later and you and Minho were jogging back, Minho teasing you over your little crush “No, No. Y/N. You seriously drew a portrait of the guy, come on! You’re totally in love,” Minho argued, causing you to laugh. “Am not! It’s just a little crush - I bet it will be gone by the time we have three more Greenies,” you assured your friend. Running back into the Maze, you got a lot of looks. Most were smirks, some were rolls of the eyes, and a couple wore confused looks. Minho shrugged when you glanced at him, but what really caught you off guard was Gally jogging up to you and calling out your name. With a chuckle, Minho said goodbye, assuring you he would do your guys’ map and you could just go off with ‘lover boy’. Gally wore a smirk on his face, a knowing one almost. you looked at him questioningly, and he held the look - but he couldn’t play along for long, or even for a full five minutes. “So...” Gally drawled out, looking you up and down before clicking his tongue lightly and continuing,”leader of the shanks, eh?” And with that, your eyes grew wide and a blush dusted the entirety of your face. You stuttered out the question of how, of when. But he just chuckled. “Didn’t think you could keep that from me forever, did you, princess?” he smirked again, leaning forward and looking down at you with a glint in his eyes. Just as he was about to make a move, maybe even kiss you, another voice called to you. But this one, you almost already knew, wasn’t going to be as friendly with the situation. “Y/N,” Alby called, his voice deep and loud, a growl laced with it. he had his arms crossed and was a couple yards away from you. With a weak smile at Gally, you turned to Alby, a wide, timid smile on your face. “hey! Aly,” you said, using your nickname for him that often made him relax. “Oh no, no, little Painter Girl - not today,” he said, his eyes narrowing. You were definitely in some deep klunk with Alby... but at least you weren’t in any with Gally.