me, sitting on a pile of scrapped writing pieces: what if... modern human au fake dating alastor x reader... alastor hires dominatrix reader not for sex but to bring to his mom's house for christmas so she can finally rest easy thinking that he's found his special someone... or the other way around where reader hires pleasure dom alastor... becomes their ongoing christmas routine... reader gets into a relationship but still feels "oddly compelled" to keep helping alastor out (read: crushing on him hardcore and can't let go)... reader seeks guidance from an online friend because her irls are equally divided on what she should do...
slow burn vibes... jealousy... my signature "sex used as a maladaptive coping skill" flair... opportunity to write reader with lucifer or vox in between... can throw in some cute domesticity moments, a pinch of angst here and there, plenty of chances for a murderous alastor, reader can learn an important lesson about self-love and over-reliance on external validation...
i've been in such a writing slump chat idk what to do. so many scraps sitting in my google docs and so little to show for it. i look at my masterlist here and think, wow, i miss that version of me from three months ago, damn.
