Writer’s Block Drabbles.
Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader
i have severe writer’s block.. so im writing little things (with help from pinterest) to help.
Prompt —>
- A Secret Romance
- Sad smiles
- A homemade gift.
[This drabble is a summer fling, but make it dramatic.]
She held his face in her hands, pressing their foreheads together. A tear slipped down his cheek, he sniffled and shook his head. “No i cannot lose you, I won’t lose you.” She smiled sadly at his determination. She ran her hand across his cheek, her eyes scanning his face, memorising every scar, blemish and freckle. Her train was due to arrive in twenty minutes but she couldn’t bare to leave him.
He reminded her of summer nights, when the air is cool and the breeze is refreshing. Of freshly baked pastries and intricate oil paintings. He reminded her of simpler times, when nothing really mattered. She looked into his eyes with nothing but love and pure adoration, despite his puffy cheeks and reddened nose. She loved it all, the chestnut brown of his hair and the hazelnut hue of his eyes, the small heart shaped freckle that sat to the left of his slightly crooked nose. She loved the way his thick framed glasses sat awkwardly on the bump in his nose bridge.
“I have something for you. Just a momento, of our time together.” He whispered, reaching into his pocket and picking out a small velvet box. He knelt down on one knee, watching as she smiled softly at him. “You, my dearest Y/n are the love of my life and i need you to know that. I know our time has not been the longest, but i really feel like we have something special.” He pulled open the velvet box which contained a ring, made of paper.
“Oh Peter you’re so romantic.” She blushed, pulling him to his feet and leaning against him. “I know we’re too young, and i know that we cannot be together, but please, wear this ring and know that wherever you are you’re loved.” He slipped the ring on her finger, kissing her cheek shortly after.
“When you wear this ring, remember my love, remember this, remember us.”
“I won’t forget you.”
hello beloveds ☺️
boop
(I will boop everyone who reblogs this post, for the record 💖)
he’s so skrimbly. like a used tissue.
i love him🥹
THIS IS SO REAL
I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.
Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I'm writing isn't complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don't have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?
Where is my motivation to keep going?
It's something I've been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that's really it, isn't it? You have an audience. It's almost performative, writing fanfic. It's being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it's getting live reactions to your performance, it's feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it's improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It's building something that you couldn't have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.
It's an experience you can't get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.
i need this burned into my retinas
tcoptp wolfstar in my head (ff by @motswolo)
I’m scared I’ll never find a work as beautiful as this au IT IS EVERYTHING TO ME
he’s kinda cute. cutest little omen of evil ive ever seen.
i was already pissed that i missed grabbing tickets for the free day today and now i find out im gonna miss the rare ugly omen of evil baby animal. there’s no hope for me
Hello! How have you been? How has your fic writing been going so far?
hiiiii love!!
i’ve been good! fic writing is going great!
its hard sometimes but super rewarding when i write something i like. i’ve recently been thinking of writing a multi part Saltburn fic!! im so excited
So .. i watched the Wonka Movie last night…
ngl shit was goooooood. I may have cried a little (twice, i cried twice) But it was soo sweet and Timothee??? SIR??? i was speechless (what a surprise)
reblog to bap prev with your paw
i love being gay
As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.