#angsty

[icycoldninja]

Angsty Astarion headcannons

A/N: Ok, so way back in December of '23, I went through a short Astarion phase because I never went through a Twilight phase as a teen, and during the heat of said phase, I wrote this, and since I'm quite proud of how it turned out, I've decided to post it--but this is a one time only thing, it doesn't mean I write for Astarion or any BG3 characters, at least, not anymore.

Tw: Dark, dark, angsty themes that might make ya cry, proceed with caution.

-Severely claustrophobic and nyctophobic as a result of the underground confinement Cazador had sentenced him to.

-Refuses to go into tiny spaces; his bedroll must be spread out wide like a mat, and his tent must be roomy and airy.

-Sleeps/Meditates/whatever with candles lit. (with a nightlight in a modern AU)

-If the power goes out/wind blows his candles out and he can't light new ones for whatever reason, he will panic. Unless he can go outside and relish in the light of the fire or celestial bodies, or unless you have a flashlight, he will curl up into a little ball and cry softly until either the situation blows over or if you come to help him.

-Despite how much he loves you, there is a tiny part of him that is still afraid you will use him for his body and leave him to die, used up and dry.

-Trust is hard to build with him because of all that's happened, but stay persistent and he'll let his walls down.

-Has night terrors almost every night but is too scared to go to you (or anyone) for help for fear of being found and kidnapped by Cazador somehow--the only exception being very terrifying nightmares that have him screaming.

-Touch starved beyond comprehension.

-Desperately needs someone to hold him at night, or just to hold him in general. It doesn't matter how long, if someone would just give him a hug, it'd make his day.

-Sometimes he worries that you'll leave him because of his heavy emotional baggage.

-Gets crazy jealous and will turn into a bat to spy on you if he suspects anything.

-As time progresses, his negativity and jealousy starts to build up and soon expresses itself through violence. If you two don't do something about it, he could end up hurting you.

-He'd never kill you, but rage clouds the mind. Astarion could hurt you pretty badly, especially with that knife of his, and if he ever did so for whatever reason, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

-Puts on a brave, flirty, sassy face in public, but cries a lot in private. Like a lot.

-Does his best to cry as quietly as he can; an old habit from his time with Cazador. He bites a pillow or clamps his hand over his mouth to muffle the noise, careful to breathe through his nose and limit the noises he makes.

-All he really wants is someone to snuggle his fears away and just be there for him, however possible.

#astarion #Bg3 #baulders gate 3 #baulders gate astarion #Astarion x reader #Angst #Angst headcannons #Sad #poor astarion #Astarion baulder's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #Fanfic #Angsty #angst headcanons #icycoldninja writes

[2nd-toughest-in-the-infants]

Crown of Ashes and Flames (WIP) on itch.io Review

Author: @coeluvr

Characters: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Plot: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Choice: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Writing: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Replayability: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Overall: 4/5

Pros: ANGST ANGST ANGST‼️, absolute monster of an antagonist, compelling characters, regular updates.

Cons: awkward dialogue from younger characters, no return button on UI.

**SLIGHT SPOILERS**

Notes:

TW!: Family Death, Murder, Forced Marriage, Child Marriage, Bullying, Isolation, Struggles with Mental Health

Crown of Ashes and Flames is another really strong IF WIP on itch.io with a very active author and so far it’s been receiving regular updates so I’m quite excited to see how the story develops as the game updates further. As it stands, I still want to share my thoughts on what is available to play so far.

So, Crown of ashes follows the MC who is the last surviving royal of Vesphire after King Luceris of a neighbouring kingdom, Rosea, declares war on Vesphire, murders MCs entire family, takes them back with him to Rosea and forces MC to marry him and become the new Royal Consort (at age 9?!?!) all for the sake of avenging the death of his wife, who he believes was killed by MCs older sister. As you can probably tell by that quick summary, this is an IF that is absolutely LOADED with Angst and drama, so, naturally, I was drawn right in!

I have to start off by saying how good of a job the author did in managing to create a cast of characters that are all so uniquely compelling in their own right. It can be the case that sometimes IF authors will focus too intently on just one or two main ROs while the others can feel like a bit of an afterthought, but in CoAaF, I feel as though all the characters are given equal opportunity to shine. That isn’t to say that there aren’t stand out characters, because there absolutely are and the first that comes to mind has to be Luceris. For me he stands out because not only is he an incredibly well-written, complex villain I find it rare that I have as much of visceral hatred of a fiction character as I do for him. I mean, what he does to MC in the name of ‘vengeance’ and the way he justifies himself just solidifies him as one of the most delusional and twisted villains I’ve read in an IF.

Also, the setting and minor characters in the story really serve to highlight how the MC is ostracised in their new ‘home’ as punishment for their sisters crimes. And it really is sickening how both adult and young characters justify the way they effectively bully MC because of something MC doesn’t have any control over and really serves to highlight the theme of injustice vs. justice that has been present throughout the game so far.

Furthermore, I enjoyed the amount of choice given to the player over the way MC reacts to what they’ve been through as well as to how the people around them treat them (both good and bad) and provides the player with the opportunity to explore how the traumatic events of the game impacts the MCs attitude and mental state.

It’s also quite interesting to see how the MC develops as they grow as the story starts with the MC as a nine year old and eventually grows up. This however, can be quite tricky from a writting perspective as typically authors can have difficulty with writing young child characters. Unfortunately, this is something that I have noticed was the case with this author as I felt that a lot of the dialogue exchanges between the younger characters (particularly the MC) just didn’t really feel accurate coming from a nine year olds mouth. Aside from that however, I feel as though the rest of the dialogue fits very well and overall I would say the writing is of a good quality.

All in all, I would definitely recommend this game to anyone interested in picking up a new, angsty WIP and I will certainly be patiently awaiting updates!

#crown of ashes and flames #angsty #if recs #interactive fiction #choice of games #hosted games #itch.io #twine interactive fiction #twine wip #twine game #if wip #wip game #royal drama

[kani-miso]

It’s all going to be okay, we’re going to be a good warden, and we won’t have to doubt ourselves again.

@chairhahaha @hectorthedoggo

#milgram #milgram project #milgram es #es milgram #enyu #enyu milgram #The Warden #pjsk #prsk #project sekai #asahina mafuyu #mafuyu asahina #n25 #niigo miku #sort of #rkgk #im gonna make another one #for es and enyu #beware #angsty #(yes its another niigo card) #niigo is so es milgram coded #you guys dont get it

[cookeybg]

Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it follows its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (more characters pop up later, will add them then.)

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood (let me know if I should add more tags)

Word Count: 622

[Here's my table of contents]

Chapter 6 - Gotham Hoped

She scanned the boy, her shadows briefly skimming his skin. His sharp eyes had been watching, always, at times through a lens. He had been there the day her first bird’s loved ones emptied their warmth into her soil. Too young to be witness to such horror, but nonetheless a rite of passage within her walls. The boy would slink through her streets like a mouse and hide on fire escapes, all to take images of her Bat and birds. The boy would look at the images and quietly he would murmur, he would question the absence of her missing bird and she would lament softly, rain hitting the rooftops in a steady stream. The boy’s curiosity was insatiable and his exploits grew, to soothe the itch, to fill his time, to ignore the loneliness. With a wistful pause she moved on, apathetic as the boy grew bolder, endangering himself. He was only a small curiosity. And small he was. Much too small when he forcibly inserted himself into her Bat’s life. Sharp as a whip and quick to steal the mantle, because her Bat needed a Robin. Her Bat did not want him. He would speak to the boy in short, gruff, noises and leave the boy to his own devices, denying him. Through the eyes of her Bat, she saw the neglect, the isolation. She felt the kinship. But her Bat was mired in his grief, blinded, he refused to take notice. The boy in turn took care of her Bat, tempered him. Brought a semblance of the Bat she knew before. Slowly, much slower than with the second, her Bat’s frost melted and he let the boy in. They danced on her roof tops, her streets, in her sewers and the bird flew like the ones before. The grief always present but now lessened, never forgotten. The bird was relentless whenever he caught the trace of a worm. Obsessions led to sleepless nights and he kept pushing. Always moving, until one night, disregarding a concussion, his exhaustion lulled him to sleep. The cold giving way to numbness, unaware that his small body was freezing. He became buried in snow, lost to winter’s wonder. This boy was her Bat’s new bird, a shaky tether he held on to, that she clutched at. She could not, would not let her Bat break again, so soon. With deliberate practice, she dislodged a piece of her shadow and let it slip through blue lips. She watched as her bird took a breath, frost falling off him as he painfully twitched back to consciousness. She didn’t need to gather her shadows to silence for no noise escaped him. His face contorted in pain, his mouth open in a silent scream, heart beating painfully slow. He lay hidden the whole city asleep. With stiff limbs she saw him push at the blanket of snow, with his eyes she saw the first rays of dawn. It was the first time she had ever heard a whispered word of gratitude directed towards her. She wrapped shadowy tendrils around him, warming him in her embrace, seeking comfort in their connection. In her newfound tether. In her new bird. Through his ears she heard the calls of her Bat, checking in on their bird. The bird answered, voice hoarse and waited for the beat of his heart to become normal. She felt the spark in his chest as she helped him on his way, shortening the distance, further silencing his steps, pushing him with a cold breeze towards her Bat’s cave, their home. Her shadows sifted through his hair. Her bird was no longer alone. The spark reignited a flame that had dwindled and Gotham found hope.

Hope you enjoy! :D

#gotham #gotham city #fanfic #fanfiction #cryptid batfam #cryptid batman #robin #dick grayson #jason todd #briefly mentioned #bruce wayne #the third robin #tim drake #timothy drake #tim drake wayne #grim #angsty #everyone eventually dies #Bruce hasn't yet though

[creativepromptsforwriting]

angsty.

"Don't play with me."

"Please stay."

"I need you."

"I don't need you."

"Don't leave me."

"Forget me."

"I feel nothing."

"No, don't go."

"Don't ignore me."

"I've always been alone."

"Please stop."

"Tell me the truth."

"Don't do this to me."

"I need space."

"Move on."

"Please, listen to me."

"You can't leave me."

"I don't want this."

"It's not your choice."

"We're done."

"I can't lose you."

"Don't say that."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You scare me."

#angsty #writing prompts #prompt list #writeblr #writers on tumblr

[gleafer]

Crowley Falls Again

What are you having for breakfast? I’m having bacon and ANGST!

Started as a fun competition on @goodomensafterdark and now my wheels be turning for another comic book series that’s vibing the 90s angry goth vibe a la The Crow.

Goodness GenX, someone give us a hug!

Ps: I’m aware I misspell quite a bit in my art. My brain goes PFFT when I’m in an art fervor, so apologies for the bad grammar!

#illustrator #illustration #digital artist #crowley #good omens #good omens art #artist on tumblr #goodomens fanfic #good omens fandom #good omens comic #good omens au #good omens crowley #angsty #angsty art #90s grunge #90s comics #the fallen angel #hell fire #someone give him a hug #someone give me a hug #gleafer art #gleafer

[sp0o0kylights]

I saw a video today that said, “It’s very uncomfortable as an adult when your friend starts to date somebody who sucks, and you’re all looking at each other going ‘Guys, if this is the person who makes them happy…I think collectively as a unit we can agree that we would rather see them sad. So what's the plan?’” 

And immediately went: modern Steddie AU were Steve dates his high school friend Tommy and everyone is tearing their hair out over how awful he’s being treated. 

Ft. the Party, led by Dustin, hounding Eddie “I could get a man in a SECOND, I just CHOOSE not to date” Munson for help

However:

Eddie is mostly thinking the entire thing is a joke (King Steve and Tommy Hagan? Gay? Together?? Nice try Henderson.) until he runs into Robin. She laments that yeah, they’re bi, but more importantly, Tommy is fucking awful and Steve refuses to see it. 

2. Eddie, maybe, kind of, still has a crush on Steve ("Stop laughing Gareth, everyone has--had! Had a crush on him!") and the guy was never THAT bad in high school---but Tommy Hagan definitely was and a little revenge would be fun.

and finally;

3. Instead of going with the kids' well intentioned but very misguided “Let’s get Eddie to Steal Steve” plan, Eddie meets up with the Robin/Nancy/Jonathan/Argyle/Chrissy dream team to figure out how to prove to Steve that Tommy is horrible. 

Bonus: Robin and Nancy come up with a full proof multi step plan that involves Eddie pissing off Tommy in ways that look completely innocent. The hope is that Steve will see how controlling and unreasonable Tommy is, and break it off.

This hurts no one and just highlights to Steve Tommy's behavior.

Of course, Eddie goes off the rails immediately upon meeting Steve.

Instead of following The Plan, he, with the kids permission and help, gets Tommy to get blow up about THEM.

This is far more successful.

Bonus x2: A large amount of shenanigan's with the kids vs Tommy are involved. As is a scene were Steve breaks down and admits he knows Tommy is terrible, but Tommy puts up with him and Steve "knows how he is."

Eddie goes home, prints out a picture of Tommy and throws cheap ren fair daggers at it for at least three solid hours while he tries to think up ways to prove to Steve Harrington that his parents are wrong, hes very lovable actually.

In fact Eddie would very much like a shot at trying it out, thanks!

(It is also, inevitably, successful.)

#steddie #modern meet cute #SOMEONE TAKE IT FROM ME I CANT HAVE ANOTHER WIP #also I personally am very picky about fake dating tropes or “stealing” tropes #cause you cant steal a person #but also #the trope is naturally exploitative and thats hard to do right #not to say I havent seen people do it WELL cause I have #just that its a hard one for me personally #anyway #Eddie munson #steve harrington #tommy hagan #stranger things #Eddie is a gremlin whose been on all of two dates and had three hookups but hes never telling the children that #angsty #so desperate for love Ill take any scraps I can get Steve Harrington #is a personal favorite of mine #and not in that whiny way #I mean in a realistic way #homeboy out here knowing that half of what he says is stupid but he believes it anyway and has a lot of issues from his parents #so you have to DRAG this shit out of him #or if youre Robin you dont HAVE too but Steves excellent at dodging #excuse making #and generally making everyone think hes making sane decisions #he is not #eddie clocks this instantly lol

[lvndrlondonfog]

More oopsie omens???? 👀👀

He’s handling things well

Everyone should read oopsie omens (@asleepyy) PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE this au has absolutely murdered me and every update things only get worse (read: better)

#oopsie omens #oopsie!omens #good omens #jophiel #crowley #he seems to be doing fine #dandy even #gomens #art #digital #fanart #good omens fanart #oopsie omens fanart #digital art #procreate #sketch #doodle #angsty #I know #ineffable husbands #lvndr draws

[sailorgundam308]

I’m dropping by to make y’all sad

(But they’ll end up alright 🥲)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanart #fanart #bg3 spoilers #astarion x karlach #karlach x astarion #astarion #karlach #otp #fireblood #hellspawn #astarlach #karlstarion #angsty

[drunk-werewolf]

#yeah like what do you do in this situation #cause fuck #angst #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #thoughts #heartbreak #heartache #episode #angsty #people pleaser #burden #friendships #love

[fruggle]

when you forget your immortal lmao

#undertale #nightmare sans #bad sanses #horror sans #killer sans #murder time trio #dust sans #Angsty #This is just a WIP but idk if I'll finish it #My poor baby's #skill issue tbh #Imagine dying and leaving your leader all alone

[celestialwrites]

stabbing/being stabbed prompts & dialogue⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

(inspired by @que3rduckling’s day)

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ character gets attacked in alley after leaking files.

♡ they could feel the coldness of the blade as it seeped in, contrasting the feel of the warm blood flowing out of them.

♡ “what happened, are you okay?” “yeah, i’m great, only lightly stabbed.” “you were STABBED?” “lightly.”

♡ “i’m feeling very attacked right now.” character says as they were getting stabbed.

♡ character confessing their undying love to their best friend as the blade pierced their chest.

♡ “i feel like you’re flirting with me.” character A states as character B swings to puncture.

♡ the deep crimson red of his blood clashed with the light colour of the floor as it splashed along it.

♡ character rips out blade as their wound heals instantly.

♡ “it’s almost like you’re going after my heart, at least take me to dinner first.”

♡ character running for their life as their best friend chases them with a knife.

♡ characters making intense eye contact as one dives a knife into the other’s heart.

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS<3

big thanks to @que3rduckling again (please go check them out!!)

#unhinged people turn unhinged days into writing prompts #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #romance prompts #prompts #fluffy prompts #fluffy romance #domestic fluff #angst prompt #angst prompts #angsty prompts #angsty prompt #angsty #angst #angst writing #creative prompts #creative writing #creative inspiration

[itneverendshere]

you were all i wanted but not like this - rafe cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x reader (fem!reader)

WARNINGS: angst <3; just angst.

watched mamma mia and remembered how sam pissed me off when he left donna lmao; self indulgent honestly (haven't written in like a month so decided to get back into it with a smaller piece); hope you enjoy!

you should’ve known better.

the weight of realization presses upon you like an anvil on your chest, each breath drawn heavy with the gravity of the situation. 

sleeping with a guy on the same day you met him? risky.

proceeding to spend the next three months with him? delusional.

falling for him while simultaneously knowing nothing about his life back home? stupid.

the sting of embarrassment gnaws at you and it feels like you're rotting inside.

you want to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, make a fucking scene out of it. of all people roaming the earth…rafe had to be the one your cousin was dating.

rafe, as in your summer romance rafe, your rafe. 

oh my god!

he didn’t even tell you his surname, didn’t tell you shit and yet, just weeks ago, you were ready to move halfway across the world in hope of finding him again. 

you should've seen the warning signs flashing in neon bright before you. the damage is done, the wounds self-inflicted.

rafe's eyes widen imperceptibly as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, fitting together with a sickening clarity, a flicker of recognition crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a practiced smile. 

but you see it, that moment of realization, and it only fuels the fire of anger burning within you.

"so, rafe cameron," you say, each word laced with a bitter edge that you can’t quite suppress, "so nice to meet you."

his million-dollar smile falters ever so slightly, a faint tremor betraying the cool exterior he tries so desperately to maintain.

“pleasure's all mine.”

yeah sure it fucking is.

you don’t utter another word to him. as you navigate through the party, each step feels heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of your self-recrimination. the pulsating beat of the music throbs in your temples, matching the rhythm of your racing thoughts. you move through the crowd with mechanical precision, engaging in polite conversation. you plaster on a fake smile and pretend like everything is fine.

what the fuck? how did you let yourself get in this situation in the first place? it’s a new kind of low, even for you. and why is the cameron household so confusing to walk around?

you can barely see straight with the headache taking place in your mind, the bright lights only wanting to make you burst into tears now and then. 

“let me explain.”

rafe comes out of nowhere, ambushing you before you can get to the door.

a groan slips past your lips, “go fuck yourself.”

“let me,” rafe pleads, his tone tinged with desperation, eyes roaming your face for so long.

a bitter laugh bubbles up from deep within you, incredulous at the audacity of his request, “you think i wanna hear anything you have to say?”

he sighs, closing his eyes, “'meant every thing i said back in skopelos, okay? i didn’t lie.”

“you didn’t tell me shit,” your voice strains to keep calm, “not about you, not about your family, not about a fucking girlfriend, you said nothing. a summer flling, yeah i get it, i can get past that. but making me the other woman? are you serious?!”

you had allowed yourself to be swept away by his charm, by the promise of something more. 

“there was no girlfriend!” he says, but you don’t believe him, squinting up at him with a frown.

“right,” your voice is monotonous, “you got back, what? three weeks ago and magically got one.”

“we weren't together, broke up with her, i swear— n'then you left, i thought i was never gonna see you again."

are you that easily replaceable?

if he cares so much why didn't he look for you? why didn't he break his stupid rules and ask for you number like a normal human being?

“oh go eat a cock.”

you turn on your heels, ready to put an end the conversation and to never see him again. you can feel your nails starting to break the skin on your palm and the subtle taste of copper on your tongue.

“hey—hey, hey, baby wai—“ 

as soon as his hand touches your arm, you’re pushing him away as hard as you can, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, “don’t you dare. touching me is a privilege you do not have.”

the pain of betrayal, the humiliation of being used and discarded. you feel so stupid. tears cascade down your cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane, the weight of your emotions threatening to engulf you.

“please don’t cry,” rafe begs, fingers itching to hold you, “baby—“

“stop!” your voice cracks with anguish as you choke back a sob, wrapping your arms around yourself, seeking solace in the warmth of your own embrace, “just stop.”

“i don’t have a choice here,” his voice comes out all rough, as he tries not to cave in and cry, “you think i want to be with her when i could be with you? you—jesus, d-do you not understand how hard is it—“

“don’t finish that sentence,” the anger in your voice cuts through the air like a knife, your words dripping with bitterness and hurt, “it’s hard for you? you?!” 

rafe opens his mouth to answer, but he finds it hard to pass the thick lump in throat, “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“you never do.”

his gaze falls to the ground, unable to meet your accusing eyes. he knows he messed up, knows he's hurt you deeply. can’t even find it in himself to explain, tell you how it’s all his father’s fault, that he only got back with her because ward told him to.

how pathetic would that sound? 

‘'m sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the din of the party, “’m so fucking sorry.”

but his apology feels hollow, empty, like a bandage over a gaping wound. the damage has been done, irreparable and raw. you shake your head, unable to find it in yourself to forgive him, 

“too late."

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron au #rafe cameron #rafe cameron angst #rafe x reader #rafe angst #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe fic #rafe x female!mc #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x y/n #angsty #rafe cameron imagine

[ava-yukiii]

second choice

You were always a second choice in life, to getting compared to your siblings, to your 'friends' only coming to you when they need money or help.

But now... You've gotten used to it. 18 years old you've gotten into the military now your 32, in the taskforce crushing on your lieutenant... You've gotten into a mission just the three of you Ghost, You, Mara.. Mara was special she was feirce, gorgeous, overall (perfect for him)

The three of you were at the rooftop

You looked with your goggles below as you looked out for enemies

Meanwhile Mara patched ghost up.. Your eyes lingered to the two of how Ghost and Maras eyes light up as they look at each other... It was an intimate view.. Your heart wanted to escape from your body, too heavy.You looked at the two with jealousy. Wanting to tear them apart, wanting to rip out their hearts and intestines maybe it was just hatred... Maybe it was just your possessiveness, but knowing you can't and never will.

After the mission, you were sent to the infirmary accompanied by Soap, who insist on taking you there he's such a gentleman. Soap lingered his hand near your shoulder, letting you take a sit on the edge of the infirmary bed.. A nurse came in and patched you up, cleaning your wounds making sure it doesn't infect and become worse.

After, soap take you to your barracks, you told him goodnight and closed the door behind you, slipping off your shoes and socks and went to bed. Next day, you finished your usual routine, eat, train, talk, meeting blah blah blah.. You sat on the debriefing between gaz and soap, price on the center talking about the upcoming mission, you couldn't help but linger on the corner, Ghost and Mara.... Ghost held mara's waist big, buffy and scarred hands... Oh you wish it was you, wish it was you who he held oh so lovingly... Mara looked at you and you ended up looking so where else.

You hadn't noticed Soaps hand clenching yours... You looked at Soap and smiled he smiled back you letted your head rest on his shoulder as his free hand snaked around your waist you both went back to listening to price. Maybe..

You weren't a second choice.. Just ended up focusing on the wrong people.

Bonus: you hadn't noticed a certain man in a skull mask looking at the both of you in jealousy.

(SCOTLAND FOREVERRREE)

I just got out of the hospital :)

Reblogs and likes are appreciated </3

#call of duty #simon riley x reader #angsty #cod mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #ghoap x reader

[kvtie444]

° . ☆ MOONLIGHT

summary: good girl reader - bad boy bf chris sneaks in her room to see her :)

a/n: me writting a fluff is unheard off, this is so short lol, THIS IS SUCH A MATT SONG

warnings: fluff, kissing, suggestive, swearing, smoking

・₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Christopher Sturniolo was truly testing my patience. Despite my deep affection for my boyfriend, he had a knack for getting under my skin. Chris was the embodiment of a ‘bad boy’ whereas, I was considered the epitome of innocence—a ‘good girl ‘through and through. Chris took pleasure in the thrill of coaxing me into mischievous endeavors.

On a school night, as I lay in bed rewatching my favorite show and diligently working on revision cards for upcoming exams, Chris was blowing up my phone, urging me to come see him. However, my commitment to studies held me captive. My concentration was abruptly shattered by a knock on the window, causing me to jolt and disrupt my writing. Another insistent knock followed, accompanied by a muffled voice. “Let me in, i’m fucking freezing out here”. It was Chris.

Sighing, I rose from my desk, pushing aside the curtains to reveal my boyfriend with a spliff between his teeth. “I’m studying” I say to him, he chuckled, “I just wanted to see my girl”. I rolled my eyes at him playfully before relenting, helping him inside. I feel the skin on his arm whilst helping him in, “Chris you’re freezing. And no smoking, if my parents catch you they’ll kill you” I scold softly. He ignored me as he is hands swiftly pulled me close, and he leaned down for a kiss. I pulled back, taking the joint from his lips and placing it on my desk.

Unfazed, Chris smirked, “You’re parents are asleep relax. You need to start living life on the edge more, baby”. Resuming my focus on studying, I walked back over to my bed and sat, despite the enticing distractions.

He laid next to me, just watching me for a minute before showering ghostly kisses along my neck. showering compliments and ethereal kisses along my jaw and neck. “You’re so pretty mamas” he mumbles against my skin. I gently pushed him away “I’m serious. I need to study” I sigh, "It's nearly 1 am. What more studying could you possibly fit in at this time? Come on, let me love up on you, ma," he pleaded, pressing a kiss below my ear, tenderly moving my hair aside.

"Chris," I sighed, his hand finding its way to my inner thigh, gripping it. "Give me 10 minutes," I negotiated. He smiled, before kissing my cheek and getting up, walking to my desk to retrieve his spliff. Seated at the window ledge, he lit up, taking hits of the joint. While I dedicated the next 10 minutes to my studies, he indulged in getting high, basically engaging in a conversation with himself since I was too focused to reply to him.

With my final revision card completed, a satisfied smile graced my lips. I packed up my study materials and approached the window, running my fingers through Chris's hair as he flicked the finished joint into the distance. His eyes, now tinged with a reddish glow, met mine with a contented smile.

Stepping toward me, he rose from the ledge. I leaned up, my hands finding his jaw as his sought my waist, our lips meeting in a fervent kiss. "Such a good girl," he mumbled against my lips. His hands explored beneath the back of my shirt, fingers brushing against bare skin, sending electrifying chills down my spine. My hands traced the contours of his chest and bicep, as his hands descended to my hips.

Our intimate moment met an abrupt interruption - a flick of a light switch and approaching footsteps from the corridor outside my room. Startled, I practically jumped away from him, ushering him toward the window. "Shit," I whispered-yelled, a mix of frustration and amusement playing across his face as he chuckled, a smirk tugging at his lips. Now out the window, he leaned into it, looking up at me. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you too. Message me when you get home?" I replied, a genuine smile gracing my lips. "Of course," he smiled back, leaning up and planting a fleeting peck on my lips before embarking on his descent, leaving me with the lingering sense of excitement and exasperation. Fuck, he drove me crazy.

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[gleafer]

Okay. Hear me out.

The Aftermath: heartbroken, angsty Crowley finds himself navigating the slums of New York City, meeting the worst of the worse. He finds a human he can trust who reminds him why he’s not unworthy or undeserving of love. Crowley slowly accepts the world is worth saving, even without Aziraphale.

MEANWHILE, Aziraphale becomes obsessed with perfection and reinvents himself as the most powerful Archangel heaven has ever known to help bring forth The Second Coming. Desperately trying to forgot all that was before otherwise the painful memories of lost love will annihilate him.

But Muriel won’t let him forget and their innocence and kindness reminds Azirphale who he was and how he deserved love and never needed anyone’s approval of that love, not even God’s.

*huff puff huff puff*

No? No good?

FINE, just enjoy this Fanfic inspired by my grungy, angsty 90s graphic novel phase.

(How are the 90s so long ago?)

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