#there are more but i can’t think of them rn i’m too angry

[frankie-idk]

this is my grave to all the ships i lost because netflix is the worst

#locklye #lockwood and co #kat x justin #spinning out #shirbert #anne with an e #hallie #harry x allie #the society #grizz x sam #there are more but i can’t think of them rn i’m too angry #rivusa #fate the winx saga #stellatrix #skloom

[via-l0ve]

ok so hear me out, ( Supernatural), french mistake where they find out that the actor/actress who plays their s/o is dating a different castmate and having to watch them kiss and be all lovey dovey with eachother.

Alternative Universe (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: i fucking LOVE this episode. i also love this prompt. thank you so much anon, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: swearing

Dean:

he’s looking for you - you’re his top priority

being called ‘Jensen’ left and right all he wants is to see his wonderful s/o and have something normal

he turns the corner and sees you

“oh my god. yes. y/n!”

and then he walks closer

you’re kissing fucking castiel

“what the fuck??”

“hey!! y/n!!”

you pull away all confused.

“hey.. dean?”

“since when are you dating cas?”

side eye

“Jensen… you okay? Misha and I have been dating for like… ever.”

he’s gobsmacked

“what the hell.”

he walks away

he’s so angry

you guys are holding hands and smiling and he’s STARING YOU DOWN

“hey y/n. when do we kiss on screen?”

“um… i think today? why?”

he’s making sure you guys get to that kiss scene

“that do anything for you?”

“Jensen!”

definitely holds a grudge when he goes back and he sees castiel

—

Sam:

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. if there was a word for sam it would be Flabbergasted

he’s searching around frantically for you bc where tf is he and wtf is going on. why are people calling him Jared??

anyways

he sees you and he’s so happy

“hey y/n!”

you smile over at him and wave.

“hey!! whatcha doin?”

“just looking for you. aren’t you freaked out?”

“um… should i be freaked out?”

he’s confused now.

He’s even MORE confused when GODDAMN Dean Winchester comes up to you and kisses you on the cheek

him^

“dean??!” he’s shocked.

“oh. are we supposed to be in character right now?” -jensen

“what the hell?” sam is CONFUSED

“Jared.. you good? you okay?”

he walks away

“i have to get out of whatever hell this is..”

when he gets back he can’t look at Dean the same lmfao

—

Castiel:

Cas is trying to keep his cool but who tf is misha

he finds you and he’s so happy

finally someone he knows that he knows

PLOT TWIST

you turn around and MOTHERFUCKING CROWLEY IS KISSING YOU

cas rn^

he’s SO SAD

“y/n.”

“oh! hey Misha!”

“not you too!!”

awww poor baby

apologize RIGHT NOW.

he gets back and is so happy to see you

he’s hugging you and won’t let you near crowley

—

Crowley:

he sees you kissing sam mf winchester and is SO DISTRAUGHT

“y/n!!”

“oh hey!”

“what the hell is this?”

“… what’s what?”

*frantically motions between the two of you*

“…we’ve been dating for four years?”

he’s mad mad

he’s also just confused

“how could they pick HIM over ME??”

he gets back home and def gives you the silent treatment for like a day

i’m sorry

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #crowley #crowley x reader

[tkaulitzlvr]

THE WRONG WAY - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom hasn’t been paying you enough attention lately, and, when you finally snap, he can’t understand where you are coming from, until you reach your breaking point. can the issues between you and him be resolved?

content: angst

a/n: pulled this out of my ass lol, i had to rush it because i’m in the middle of another req but it’s nowhere near done after like three hours of writing so i’ll have to finish and post it tomorrow. sorry if there are mistakes, i only proofread veryyy briefly cause i’m so tired rn😭 hope this is okay tho!!

"you don't love me."

i voice the harsh words to the silent room, clearly and with every sense of belief behind my statement. to my discomfort, saying it out loud does not make me feel any more at ease, in fact seeing the way tom’s entire body breaks for a second, processing what i had just said, before trying to cover the hurt on his face up, only suffocates me even more. the lump in my throat only gets bigger, the tension in the air thickening by the second.

"wow." he begins, shaking his head, trying to wrap his head around how i could even come to that conclusion. "that’s an awful accusation." he glances at me, his eyes already glossy, giving me enough of an idea on how much i have hurt him by uttering those four words. however i stick to it, figuring that it is too late to back out now. within me, behind all the anger, all the upset, i feel that it is true. i sense that he no longer feels the same way he did when he met me, all those years ago, the love within his eyes slowly diminishing until it is now long gone.

"and also." he speaks, leaning forward and looking directly into my eyes, staying in his position spread on the end of the other couch. "it's not true. you know it isn't."

the pressure of his gaze leaves me unable to hold eye contact with him, looking away sheepishly into my lap, hoping that somehow the ground could swallow me up. i grit my teeth, locking my jaw in anger, feeling no reassurance from his quick denial of my statement. so i decide to challenge him, standing my ground despite the nausea only growing within me. though his voice seems somewhat certain, i refuse to believe that i am making it up, that it is all in my head. "do i though tom?"

my eyes meet his, except the ones looking into me are foreign. they are angry, a glint of hostility present within them that i had not yet witnessed, this change taking me aback, yet i refuse to look away. he is sad. those eyes, past the resentment in them, i see pain. i see sorrow. i have upset him, far beyond what he intends to let out. he is usually strong, and perhaps right now he thinks that he is keeping this up, yet i can read him like a book, the way his left brow furrows, creating a crease along his forehead, the way his eyes cannot focus on one thing, darting around the room, i can see that he is struggling. and whilst part of me hurts with him, hating to put him through any sort of distress, i need it right now. because i am tired of feeling unloved and unappreciated - regardless of whether tom intends to make me feel this way or not.

he shakes his head, scoffing slightly in disbelief, letting out a shaky sigh, before speaking up, his voice loud, in contrast to the silent room. "what, so i've been lying every single time i’ve told you that i love you, over the past six years that we've been together? mind you, i say that every day, without fail."

i stay silent, my eyes becoming glossy as they quickly tear away from his. he takes my silence as a cue to continue, my sudden belief that he does not love me angering him as he desperately seeks to remind me of every reason why i am in the wrong. "don't i do everything for you? make sure that you're always safe, give you my everything-"

"give me your money, you mean." i reply, cutting him off. i don’t want to seem ungrateful - i appreciate the way tom would spend any amount of money on me if it made me happy. i am thankful for the house he has given me, the vacations he takes me on, the things he buys me, but those things are not the reasons why i fell in love with him. i fell for tom kaulitz. not his money, not his fame, not his profession. i fell for who he is, for him as a person, whether he is rich or poor, yet it feels that day by day i lose a small part of that. i have always understood that his job means that he will be away a lot, but it is hard to be in a relationship with someone that can't always be there, only their fortunes can.

"i’m grateful for what you do for me, really i am, but i'd much rather have time with you than the latest gucci bag, or the newest chanel perfume. if it meant that i would have to live with nothing for the rest of my life, i would do it. don't you understand? i want you - not your money tom! i don't need you to apologise with gifts when i don’t see you all day, i just...i need you." i am desperate, craving for him to hear me out, to understand that it is him that i need, but the way he looks at me in confusion shows me that i am not going to achieve that.

"i thought you liked the things i buy for you. have you been lying?" he completely ignores the point that i have been trying to make, this only fuelling the frustration within me as i exhale shakily, quickly grasping onto the opportunity to argue my point once again.

"i do but that's not the point tom! i like them because i feel like it's all i get from you!" my voice is raising, something which i did not want to happen. shouting never solves the problem, however right now i am far too angry to care. "i just want some of your time, to feel like you actually care! when you're with me, you're here physically, but your mind is always elsewhere. i just miss you. i need to you be mine again, i-"

"look, i’m sorry okay?" he begins, harshly cutting me off and matching the volume in my voice. "i'm sorry that my job is more demanding than others, i’m sorry that it needs a lot of my attention, but i told you this from the beginning. my career is a big part of who i am and things aren't always easy. they get hard, they get tough, but-"

"that's my problem! when things get hard for you, i don't fucking know about it! because you shut me out, every. single. time. i'm your girlfriend, tom. i want to know about your life, i want to help you, but you always run away from me! you spoil me with gifts and money to compensate for every fucking time you leave me in the dark! i don't want it anymore. i just want you to communicate!" i move from the couch, walking to the middle of the room and standing a few feet away from him. his eyes are glued to me, watching my every step, and he is listening to me this time. "am i such a headache to be around, that you can't talk to me? that you can't deal with spending time with me, so instead you spend your money to try and shut me up, because you have so much that no matter what you buy, it doesn't affect you?"

"don't." he voices shakily as i stare into his eyes, his expression more wounded than ever. my words stab into him, hitting him harder than i had anticipated. his fists clench against his thighs, holding every ounce of frustration. though we have argued in the past, i have never seen him this upset, regardless of whether he intends to show it visibly or not. "you know that i don't think of you that way, even for a second. so stop."

"you can't blame me for thinking it tom." i shrug. "you leave me out of everything, i have no idea what's going on in your life anymore-"

“because i'm trying to fucking protect you!" he interrupts, raising his voice once again. his hand slams against the arm of the couch, the sudden contact causing me to wince slightly. "i'm sorry if you feel like i'm hiding things from you. but i know parts of my life would just stress you out and hurt you. don't you get that? i'm trying to save you from the pain-"

"i want the fucking pain!" i fire back. "we are supposed to be in a relationship. do you know what that means? i want to suffer with you. i would choose that, a million times over, if it meant that i could be with you for another day. i want every part of you, the sad, the happy, the angry, i want it all. can't you see that i need you? i hate being left in the dark. i absolutely fucking hate it.”

my voice pierces through his ears, diminishing the tense silence as tom gulps, clenching his jaw and leaning forwards, pinching his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. the rash and quick responses don’t allow me time to calm down, my eyes becoming glossy with tears, the salty liquid staining my cheeks before i can try to hold them back, my weakness just as evident as tom’s. the pain, the upset, the lack of affection that have been feeling all spills out, reeling outwards from within me as i let it out, no longer attempting to hold back.

he looks up, his face softening as he takes in my hurt expression. he has never seen me like this, so broken, and the fact that he is the cause of this pains him even more, his mind coming to the slow realisation that it is up to him to fix this. although he doesn’t fully understand how i could possibly believe that he does not love me, he wants to try, to try and see from my eyes. he lets out a shaky sigh, swallowing nervously before looking into my eyes.

"i would rather feel the sadness, suffer with you." i begin, my voice small as the tears quickly take away my physical strength. "i would do absolutely anything if it means that you will love me, that you will do it with me, tom."

"i don't live a normal life, and i just want to keep you away from the crazy things." he speaks slowly, trying to reason with me, refusing to turn his gaze away from mine. "some people want to hurt me, and i would never forgive myself if someone ever did anything to harm you."

i try to wipe my tears and calm my breathing, wrapping my arms around my small frame in an attempt to comfort myself, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the situation. but my mind acknowledges tom’s change in tone. not only is he more gentle and calm, he also seems sorry, like he now recognises where he went wrong.

"what do you want me to do?" he whispers, defeated as his tired eyes meet mine. he is no longer angry. he is desperate, longing to resolve this. "i'll do anything. i- i can't lose you. you're my world, schatz, and i'm sorry if i haven't shown it, but you are everything to me."

though there are millions of things i could say, i stay silent, standing still across the room. my heart clenches painfully, hurting at the sight of him so distraught, as his mind considers the dreaded idea of what losing me would be like. his world is crumbling before him, the one thing he seeks to protect seeming to slip through his fingers. i have never seen him like this, so vulnerable, so desperate, and whilst it comforts me to know that he is slowly letting down the walls that have prevented me from truly being with him, it saddens me to see him in such a distraught state.

"all i've ever wanted is to keep you safe. to keep you happy, liebe, because if you're happy then so am i. but you deserve more than this." he points to himself angrily, letting out a shaky sigh. "more than this fucking idiot, who doesn't even know how to love. i’m so sorry if i've done it the wrong way and made you feel like i don't care. because you shouldn't for a second think that i don't love you."

everything that i have been craving to see is happening in front of me. i have longed to see him open up, to break down the barriers that separate us both physically and mentally. i don’t want him to be strong all the time, and it hurts that he feels he has to be. the tears fall from my bloodshot eyes once again - this time out of sadness for him. i hurt with him, hating to see him so upset, but i understand his pain, his anger, and i feel every emotion along with him. for the first time in forever, i feel connected with him.

after a few moments of silence, he stands up, slowly walking towards me. i refuse to meet his gaze, fearing that i will break down once again i realise how hurt he truly is, and looking into his eyes will certainly display every emotion amongst his beautiful features. his hand brushes tenderly against my cheek, wiping a fresh tear that had fallen. he reaches towards my chin, using his pointer finger to angle my face upwards so it meets with his eyes. he towers over me, taking in the sorrow etched upon my face, before tucking the loose strands of hair behind my ears, gently caressing my cheek with his lips slightly parted, shaky breaths escaping from them.

"please, look at me." he whispers, gazing longingly into my eyes. i comply, shifting my own eyes to the deep brown ones in front of me. they are full of adoration, and i feel the man that i fell in love with slowly coming back to me. "i love you, so so much, please believe me schatz. you are the most important person in my life, and i am so sorry that i've made you feel the opposite way." he chokes up, his voice shaky as i can tell he is on the verge of tears.

i listen to him, allowing every word to sink in, as it is now no longer hard to trust what he says. i feel what i have been desperate to - love. i feel truly appreciated, like i am able to confide in him like i once could. though frustrated it took the both of us to get to this state to make him speak his mind, i appreciate him opening up, his apology making up for the lost time. there is no shame in being fragile, and through his entire conversation, we have both learned this, a new found appreciation for each other gained as i feel safe again.

"don't feel like you have to keep things to yourself. i’m your girlfriend, i'm supposed to be here for you, and i'll gladly do it, but you have to talk to me." i respond, lacing my hand with his. a soft smile spreads across his face, contrasting with his bloodshot eyes whilst he slowly nods.

"i hear you. i’m so sorry baby. i love you." he whispers, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands lace together around my waist. he lets out a sob onto my shoulder, my heart breaking at the sound. he clutches onto me tighter as if i may slip away, my own eyes tearing up once again. it has been a while since i felt like this. i feel loved, and it is all that i have ever wanted from the start.

he slowly pulls away, resting his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes through his eyelashes. after a few seconds, he leans inwards, until his lips touch mine. the kiss is gentle, carrying every promise to love and cherish me like he has failed to do, and i gladly accept it, kissing back quickly and wrapping my arms around his neck. he pulls away, planting a few pecks on my lips once again, his breath shaky as the remnants of tears stick to his cheeks. i slowly wipe them away, not breaking eye contact as i do so, gently caressing the soft skin until any trace of sadness is lost within our newfound love for each other.

a soft smile graces his lips, failing to wither as he kisses me once again, the same amount of passion as the last, making up for the lost affection as i feel more treasured than ever. this is all I have ever wanted, to feel like he cares, and now that i am feeling his affection, my mind is oozing with contentment, the feeling almost foreign it has been so long.

requests are open! keep sending them in!!

#tom kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tokiohotel #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz angst #kaulitz #tom kaulitz fluff #tomkaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz

[dollyyss]

I heard Craig's gang 👀 could I please request how they are when cuddling with the reader? I live for fluff and your fluff is scrumptious

Oh you most definitely heard right I love Craig’s gang so god damn much omg IM SO HAPPY TO START WRITING FOR THEM I’ve recently been re watching South Park and I’m on season six rn and I always forget how much tweak cracks me the fuck up.

Sorry if these are a bit short I’m playing the sims and currently making South Park characters..

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Craig’s gang and how they cuddle!

Established Relarionship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Craig, Clyde, Jimmy, Tolkien and Tweak 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none that I know of!

Craig𓇢𓆸🀥🎐‧₊˚☼󠁍

- Craig is the face to face type. He likes burying himself under his blanket with you listening as you speak about nothing and everything, his hands circling your hips as he stares into your eyes.

-he also finds this convenient, anytime he wants a kiss from you he can easily press his lips to yours and watch you get so giddy.. but like Kenny And Stan.. he smells like cigarettes mf is always smoking and no matter how many times you tell him to stop.. he doesn’t. Oops. So your cuddles are always filled with your nostrils being abused by the smell of cigarettes.

-he’s pretty quiet when cuddling, he’ll usually have some video on in the background and if not a video then he’s passed out. When he’s awake, he’s lazily rubbing his nose against yours, chewing at his bottom lip occasionally while he searches your face.

-“ you look.. so pretty/handsome..” “Craig tucker, shut up” he chuckles whilst watching you cover your face in embarrassment, he’s quick to grab your hands and place them around his waist and nuzzle his face closer.

-he’s a sweet pea.

Clyde ִ ۫ ۫ ּ ִ⠀🫧 ׁ ˳

- He’s a baby. A big baby. So when he cuddles he’s also the face to face type. But more face in your chest.

-play with his hair, he’s such a sucker for it, the man will melt instantly either falling asleep almost immediately or he’s whining at how nice it feels. His hands will grip your back or he’ll have one hand gripping your waist.

-he can be a bit kissy, like I said he’s a big baby so he’s most likely all over you, he’s grabbing your hands to put them in his hair, his lips are all over your chin, lips, cheeks. He’s just a sleepy cuddly man. He’s also quite the fucking cry baby, so when you’re angry at him and he can’t fucking take it anymore he’ll come to your place teary eyed and you’re immediately up in your room with him cuddled close to you, face and chest as he sniffles “I’m sorry baby..”

Jimmy౨ৎ'🌙 .

-lay on him. He’s letting you do it because he doesn’t wanna get up for hours on end. He’d lay there with you for an eternity and more. He likes having your head on his chest while he rubs your back. You’ll be curled up in his blanket while he closes his eyes and hums gently

-he likes to tell you silly jokes, even if some may not be funny you still find a way to laugh at how silly he’s being. He looks at you for a moment to make sure your laughing before laying his head back on his pillow and smiling.

-a part of him hates that his legs just don’t work.. because he’d be curled up all around you, legs wrapped in yours but he’s more then happy to have you lay on him and do it for him.

- “wanna hear a j-joke?” “JIMMY.”

Tweak 🥠 ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

-he’s a nervous baby, so Initially he won’t start the cuddling first, he waits for you. He thinks too much about where to place his hands where to place his head, where to place his body. He doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

- but when he does get close and cuddly he’ll let you snuggle close, he’ll open his arms and let you wiggle in to be the little spoon.

-surprisingly he’s usually the big spoon. He enjoys being able to curl against your form, his nose buried deep into your hair to breathe you in, you relax him more then you’ll ever know. His shaky hands are pressed to you and not roaming but feeling you as he slowly closes his eyes, hands gripped onto you and he curls to match the form your body is in. He usually ends up falling asleep. You’re his safe space and you’re cuddles are just too fucking good he can’t help himself but to close his eyes and drift into a sleep he told himself not to.

-he does. But he does listening to the hum of your voice to the sweet nothings you whisper to him to relax him.

“Do- do you think the underpants gnomes will.. ever come back?” He says some weird things sometimes. “What’s happens if the world explodes while we’re asleep we won’t even know! We wouldn’t have been able to do what we would have wanted to do before it exploded!” You only shake your head against the pillow and snuggle closer to his chest as he laid on his side “shh tweak, nothings gonna happen relax my love” he breathes in deeply with you before breathing back out and hiding his face in your hair.

Tolkien

-he’s got two ways of cuddling. He lays on his back whilst he has you at his side, legs sprawled over his own legs as you lay over his arm, the arm what wraps you up and pulls you in. He’s usually in a tired mood when he cuddles like this.

-he makes sure you’re comfortable, pressing a few kisses here and there to your forehead to allow you to feel at ease. If you ever stay the night with him and you guys end up cuddling together talking about his latest campaign he’s been doing with his friends, asking your opinion on wether or not he should do something next for it, sometimes he’ll even read to you, anything you want and he’ll do it until your passed out on him. He pulls the blanket up to your shoulders and tell you “sweet dreams” as he drifts off into his own sleep. He’s such a gentleman.

-His other form of cuddling? He literally just lays his head on your ass. He only does this when you both are just hanging out, he’s most likely scrolling on TikTok making you break your back just to look at something he finds so funny. It’s also the other way around. You could be playing a game on your phone and when you see Tolkien laying on his stomach you head is on his ass IMMEDIATELY. “Baby it can’t be that comfy.” “Tolkien babe, have you seen your ass not only is it good looking but it’s so comfortable” he laughs softly and goes back to watching his TikTok’s while he listens to you okay on your phone.

#craig tucker #craig tucker x reader #sp craig #tweek tweak #clyde donovan #south park hcs #south park headcanons #south park x y/n #south park x you #south park x reader

[eve-was-framed]

okay this is gonna be a bit of a long rant (with some SA and CSA mentions so pls don’t read if that will be too much for you rn) but I’ve been thinking a lot about the “male loneliness epidemic” lately and I have some Thoughts ™

we live in very isolating, depressing and scary times. we live in a hyper-individualistic capitalist hellscape that seems to punish people who need community support. and I truly believe that we as humans should try to help each other out in the ways that we are able to.

but I lose 100% of my empathy for lonely depressed men when they start using their own personal issues as an excuse to peddle ideologies that advocate for rape, pedophilia, child marriage, sexual slavery, and even murder of women and girls. I don’t fucking care how sad you are, if you advocate for other humans beings to be subjected to the cruelest treatment possible then you either need to get serious help or die (and not take anyone with you when you do).

you do not have a fucking paramount on suffering. you are not the only ones who experience loneliness. I know you think women get to just pick and choose whichever romantic partner/friends we want, but that is false, and also being seen as nothing but a sex object by men is so incredibly isolating too. that’s not real love and connection, that’s only being valued for what we can provide for men. so many people feel so alone and it genuinely is a big problem.

I was raised in an extremely misogynistic cult that preaches that grown men are not responsible for anything they do to little girls bc “they’re wired that way.” I had very bad things happen to me before I was even old enough to realize what it meant. and you know what the excuse always is? “well it happened to him when he was younger too so he can’t help that he does it to you.” I learned very early that male suffering is viewed as more important than the suffering they inflict on innocent people. and despite going through this, despite seeing nearly every woman in my life go through something similar, despite all of this, I still would never ever sympathize with any ideology that preaches rape, slavery, sex trafficking, pedophilia, white supremacy, etc. and that doesn’t make me some super hero, it makes me a mildly normal person.

so no, nobody “pushed” you into your evil ideologies, nobody made you do that. if true suffering at the hands of the opposite sex is really the root cause of inceldom then almost every single woman I know would be the most insane incel you’d ever meet in your entire life. but they’re not, even though many of them are lonely and long for true companionship, none of them feel so angry and entitled to it that they want to murder and rape men or little boys. not a single one. the root cause of inceldom is, and always has been, male entitlement. men who were raised to believe the world and every woman in it exists to serve them in some way, but then grew up and realized that actually nobody is owed sex and you don’t get to force women to marry you and have kids, because we are human beings who deserve to be happy too. and this makes them so mad that they start thinking it’s okay to do whatever they want to whoever they want, because after all, nobody on planet earth could ever suffer as much as incels do when a woman tells them no.

I’m fucking sick of it. stop saying “they pushed me to this” and start taking even an ounce of accountability for your deranged, entitled mindset.

#radblr #radical feminism #radical feminists please touch #radical feminist community #I cooked here tbh #male entitlement #male violence #tw csa mention

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 12

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: I am very sick rn and didn't sleep.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (that’s a lot). Take care. 💖

Jonathan closes the door and flips the small looped bar in front of it. You put your work bag on the counter and cling to it, bowing your head as you close your eyes. You’re mortified. More than you’re afraid, you are embarrassed. He must think you’re so pathetic.

“I’m sorry–” you begin.

“How long has this been going on?” He asks abruptly.

You open your eyes and breathe out. You leave your bag as it is and shrug. You cross your arms and turn your back to him.

“You really don’t have to stay. You can sneak out once it gets dark–”

“I’m not leaving,” he insists, “and you’re going to answer the question.”

That tone. So rigid it slices into you. That’s how a boss talks. That’s what he is. Your superior. He holds your job in his hands and you’ve already dragged him down into the dirt of your life. You pace and hug yourself.

“A few days?” You utter, “it’s my fault. I… just a stupid crush. I don’t know why I ever thought I was good enough. I don’t know why I’m saying all this. I should’ve left him alone, that’s all it is. I did it to myself.”

You look around. The apartment is the same mess you left behind. The ruin that Colin inflicted upon your safe space. Why are you so stupid?

“You can’t blame yourself for his actions. He did this, didn’t he?”

You shrug again.

“So you felt something for him, that isn’t a crime. But this,” he slowly strides closer, brushing by as he passes and puts the coffee table upright, “this is. You’re too good for him, fawn. He knows it and so he acts out like the child he is.”

“You don’t have to lie–”

“I know it isn’t my place to say all this. Admittedly, I’ve crossed a lot of professional lines in the last few days but it doesn’t worry me. Because when I see someone like you who needs help, well, I don’t think so much of red tape.” He tidies up the strewn coasters and stacks them neatly.

“Please, don’t– I’ll clean all this up.”

“You will do no such thing. I am overriding your authority,” he declares, “not as your boss, but I hope, your friend. So, I will tell you exactly what you will do,” he smiles as he takes a book off the floor and smooths the pages before closing it, “you will go and choose some cozy nightclothes and I will run you a hot bath. And you will take your time and relax. I will tend to all of this.”

“I… Jonathan,” you drop your arms and clasp your hands together, “I’m not helpless. I don’t need–”

“You do need this. You need to let yourself not think. For just a little.” He stands and removes his jacket. You watch him drape it over the back of the couch and he unbuttons his cuffs, rolling them up, “you nearly passed out from fright in my kitchen this morning. I think this is much more serious than you're admitting.”

“He’s just mad–”

“And I’ve seen what angry men do,” he interjects, “I don’t want to scare you further but a door is just a door. These things are just things,” he gestures to the clutter of your belongings tossed around the apartment, “but you are not replaceable. You must take care of yourself first and if I must put on my boss voice and order you to do so, then that is what is what I will do.” He pushes his shoulders back and clears his throat, “I expect you to be bathed and nestled into bed within the next two hours.” He checks his watch, “so darling, you’ve a deadline to meet.”

You blink. You don’t have the strength or energy to argue. As always, you’re weak. You slump your shoulders and pull your hands apart.

“Okay…” you accept meekly.

“I will have a tea ready with your bath as well,” he says, “tea is always a good cure for whatever ails.”

You nod and pivot reluctantly on your heel. You peek at the door before you head down the hall. You can't believe this. Your neighbour is insane and your boss is cleaning up your apartment.

You enter the bedroom and stop short. Your bedspread is a mess, wrinkled and shoved to one side. In your haze, you hadn't noticed when you came to grab your things. You'd only been thinking of an escape.

Inching closer, you notice something else. A stain on the sheet. Crusted and dry. Are you serious? 

You hold back a scream. Instead you rip the blankets to floor and strip the sheet by the corner, crumpling it to lay with the rest. You are absolutely repulsed by what he's done. He's tainted every part of your life.

You step back breathless. You can't do this. You can't handle this. This isn't what you wanted. You just wanted to be wanted. Is that such a crime?

You hear the bathroom faucet squeak. The noise pierces your self-pitying cloud and you turn to your dresser, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a night gown blindly. You go to the bathroom door and peer in.

Jonathan stands straight, bracing his hips as he rolls his shoulders. He turns slowly, his eyes drifting to you as he flinches in surprise.

"There you are. A hot bath and tea," he gestures to the mug on the corner of the counter. "I've left the bag in to steep."

"Uh, thanks, that's... too much. Really, I'm all good. I don't need anything else."

"Of course, I'll leave you to it," he raises his hands and comes forward, sidling past you into the hall, "but I will be at hand if you call for me."

You hum dully and step inside. You close the door gently and gust out a long sigh. You put the nightgown down and look at yourself in the mirror. 

Maybe you should just quit and cut your losses. Go back and live with your mother so she can compare you to your sisters. So you know your worth clearly and don't get any more silly or dangerous ideas.

💗

The hot water takes over and you let yourself ease into it. Still, you are innately aware of the activity on the other side of the wall. Jonathan moves with purpose but also caution, you can tell he’s doing his best not to disturb you. That amount of consideration is flattering but unfamiliar.

When the water is lukewarm, you get out, drying off with the waiting towel. You have no urgency. Reluctant to go out and face reality and your unexpected houseguest. You pull on your nightgown, a pinkish sheath pattern with clusters of petals. 

You emerge, peering up and one the hallway before tiptoeing out. You go to the bedroom, intent on hiding away. There, you find a set of fresh sheets pulled over the bed and blankets neatly folded down at the top. He is thorough.

You can’t help the pang of guilt in your chest. You should at least thank him before you sink into self-pity. You should maybe even consider finding a new job and ease his burden completely. You don’t expect with how it’s gone so far, that you’ll be holding onto your position much longer.

“Ah, something smells wonderful,” Jonathan frightens you as he strides down the hall behind you.

You turn in the doorway, nearly choking on a surprised guffaw. He’s exchanged his sleek tailored suit for the fluffy red house robe you never use. You almost forgot you had that.

“Um,” you tilt your head curiously, “what happened–”

“I got a bit carried away. I thought to wash the bedding, then I saw the hamper, and finally, I realised I won’t have anything clean to wear tomorrow so I took the liberty of putting everything in–”

“You’re doing laundry?” You furrow your brow.

“Well, I regret to inform you I made the executive decision to dispose of your former bedding. I’m certain you understand,” he hooks a long thumb in the pocket of the robe. It’s barely at his knees and his shoulders keep it from closing above the middle of his chest. “I was only coming to ask if you’re hungry. It’s well past supper time.”

“Er, I’m okay,” you back up, “I think I’m just going to lay down for the night. I’d hate to miss another day of work.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did,” he says, “but if you wish, I will let you be.”

“Or… I guess I should stay up and help you with the laundry–”

“Ah, no, I’ve a handle on all that, you rest. I don’t want you lifting a finger,” he puts a hand on his hip and you notice how the bottom of the rob shifts, just a little. Eyes up. “More tea?”

“No thank you,” you clutch your hands in front of your chest. You’re not wearing a bra and the realisation is making it more obvious. “I, uh, I’ll just go to bed, but, um, if you do need help–”

“I won’t, please,” he puts his palms up, “you deserve a night of peace.”

You smile at him. A small smile, the most you can muster. Your eyes flit away shyly and you stare at the wall.

“You’re too nice–”

“I don’t think so. I only think you’re not used to kindness,” he insists, “I shall do my best not to disturb you.”

“Thanks,” you back up into the bedroom and rest your hand on the knob, “I won’t mind if you do.”

“Nor would I,” he says, “were you to disturb me. I mean, if you require anything, you may simply ask, darling.”

A sweltering moment of tension wedges between you. You chew your lip and turn slowly on one heel. You reluctantly inch the door towards the frame, “good night, Jonathan.”

“Good night,” he purrs back as you gently shut the door.

You stop and lean against it. You won’t let yourself overthink this. Not again. You’ve learned your lesson. You are not special, only pathetic.

💗

Sleep hits you harder than you expect. The adrenaline of your day fizzles and leaves you burnt out. You drift into a thick slumber,  swept up in nonsensical recreations of the waking world. Colin’s angry voice and Jonathan’s gentle touches smother you, cornering you, suffocating you in the void of your subconscious.

Your anxiety peaks and snaps you back to the world. More than the pluck in your stomach, there is something else tugging at your consciousness. You roll over and groan as the tinkling melody quiets. It’s not your ringtone. You can’t even remember where you left your phone.

You look at your alarm clock. It’s after four in the morning. You can’t believe you’ve slept so long. You still have a few hours.

You sit up and hang your legs over the side of the bed. You stand, your bladder squeezing. That’s what you get for drinking tea so late. You go to the door and pause as you listen through the barrier. You hear Jonathan’s voice and another in return. He must be on a call.

The thought of your own phone nags you. You’ll need to plug it in or you won’t have any juice left for work. You open the door, careful not to make any noise. You could just sneak out and grab it from your bag. You’ll deal with the weight in your bladder on the way back.

You pad down the hall and peek out into the living room. You see only the glow of Jonathan’s laptop in the dark space. You can just creep through the shadows and get what you need. Still, you feel intrusive.

“We miss you, hon,” a British woman chimes from the speaker as Jonathan’s silhouette hunches across from the coffee table, “so dark. Where are you, dearie?”

He hushes her, “it’s late here–”

“And it’s early here.”

“Mum,” he says softly. The couch creaks and reaches over to turn on the lamp, “why are you calling so earl–”

He stops short and looks at you, caught in the glow of the unexpected light. You give a small wave and smile awkwardly. The robe hangs open across his chest and he has a throw blanket over his lap.

“Hi,” you utter dumbly.

“Someone there? Did we interrupt?”

“I’m just grabbing my phone,” you murmur, “sorry.”

“Plugged it in for you,” he points to the corner table.

“S-sorry,” you apologise again and grab your cell, pulling it free of the cord, “I didn’t realise–

“Quite alright,” he assures you.

“I’ll just go…” you trail off as you turn back and flit back into the hall. Oops.

You stop at the bathroom door as the speaker of his laptop echoes behind you, “is that her?” The woman asks.

“Finally found a wife, boy?” A more distant timbre asks, obviously further from the microphone.

“Father,” Jonathan hisses.

“She sounds very nice,” the woman, his mother, proclaims, “she must be the one you mentioned–”

You spin into the bathroom and close the door. It isn’t right to listen. His personal life has nothing to do with you, regardless if you dragged him into your own. You need to cling to the few boundaries still left between you. You don’t need a spiteful boss on top of a deranged neighbour.

#colin shea #dark colin shea #dark!colin shea #colin shea x reader #jonathan pine x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #what's your number? #the night manager #series #crushed

[pearl-blue-musings]

Aaaaaaa I love wine night 😭💖 (i fear i may have missed a couple in the past) but i’m here now! and with angsty alhaitham thots 🫣😈 how do you think a really bad argument would go with alhaitham and reader? like i’m just imagining so many scenario’s rn and i just wanna dissect this man. i’m just interested in a hc you have of angry alhaitham/how he would handle a fight with his s/o. ya know?

anyway i hope you’re having a wonderful night, mootie. i’ve missed you lots 💖

Z!!!!!! I have missed you so so so much!!! 💜💜💜 I’m always down for an angsty alhaitham you know how much I love him 🙈

Kaveh hates having to be in the middle of arguments, so he’s finally not going to be. At first he wasn’t sure why you would date someone like Alhaitham but he’s not one to judge. Until tonight that is. He’s so tempted to leave his room but honestly his roommate had it coming.

“That scholar was absolutely flirting with you,” you almost scream. “How could you not tell?!”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes as he sits on the couch. “And like I’ve told you, there is nothing going on between us. Your insecurities are astounding.”

How dare he? Kaveh slaps his forehead at his roommates stupidity. “My insecurities?! You have got to be kidding me! Do you hear yourself? Says the person who got mad that Cyno asked for my expertise.”

“The general has had feelings for you for a long time,” Alhaitham responds, “everyone knows that. Why do you indulge him? Is it because he says those awful jokes? You have had such a terrible weakness for those.”

Kaveh can sense that you’ve rolled your eyes and start to pace. “And so what?! Everyone with eyes can see how attractive you are. You’ve had plenty of people confess to you but you were too stupid to realize it. You don’t hear what they say about me! That you should dump me, that I’m no good for the grand sage or grand scribe or whatever!”

“And why do you listen to them?” God, Kaveh wants to strangle his roommate. If he didn’t have a commission to finish up he’d be at your defense right now. “If they flirt with me then there’s nothing I can do. I can’t control them.”

“But you can at least reject their advances! Why can’t you see that? She kissed! Your! Cheek!”

“It was merely friendly.”

“A friendly kiss on the cheek?! Alhaitham do you hear yourself?! No one who is a friend should be kissing you like that!”

Kaveh is certain Alhaitham is about to say something incredibly stupid and hurtful. And unfortunately, he’s correct.

“Then should I not be giving you the same affection? You are my partner after all. I give or receive affection as it’s due.”

Kaveh actually slapped his face that time. With his ear pressed to the door, he can already hear you crying and haphazardly grabbing your things. “Your partner? Am I,” your voice breaks, “nothing more than a means to an end for you? Is this just another partnership to you? To achieve your goals?” By this point you’re openly sobbing and Kaveh wants nothing more than to hug you and slap his friend.

Alhaitham pauses to think. “I don’t think-“

“Fucking forget it,” you breathe out with exhaustion. “I’m out of here.”

“Sure, just walk away angry instead of talking about it like you always do.”

You push him then and make your way out of the house. The door slams quickly and that’s when Kaveh makes his move. “You’re a fucking idiot,” Kaveh sighs. “You basically said they’re not special to you and that you do this with everyone.”

Kaveh had never seen his roommate run so fast in his life, presumably to catch up to you and profusely apologize.

Elle’s Wine Night!!

#elle’s musical moots #z 🎯 #aaahhh I’ve missed you!! #elle’s wine night #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #kaveh

[neonghostlights]

hii, hope you're doing well! i CANNOT get this idea out of my head rn- i'm thinking that it's the night before the huge plan to take vecna down, the whole gang crashes at steve's for the night and eddie and the reader have to share a bed. enemies to lovers, where the reader has a nightmare since they've been cursed by vecna, eddie comforts them and maybe more? idk, i just would like to see how this plays out! love ur work sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hiiii love ❤️ I’m doing well and I hope you are too! I love some enemies to lovers and a one bed trope! (I didn't add smut I'm sorry)

Warnings: Nightmares, Vecna Curse, Brief mention of strangulation, I feel like this is kind of sad when you think about what happens the next day in Volume 2, 18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Sweet Dreams

“I am not sharing a bed with Eddie Fucking Munson,” you spat. 

You had been relatively cool since you found out you had been cursed by Vecna. You even kept your cool when assisting with the grand theft auto, harboring a fugitive, and the near drowning when you jumped into Lover’s Lake after Steve after he got sucked into the upside down. 

The stolen RV was now hidden in the woods near Steve’s house. All of the weapons purchased from The War Zone put together and ready to go for the battle tomorrow. Steve, Nancy and Robin would all go and kill Vecna. Dustin and Eddie are in charge of distracting the rabid killer bats. You, Lucas, Erica, and Max will be at the Creel house letting you slip into a trance to distract Vecna so that the rest of the group could end him. 

What could go wrong? 

Steve huffed, pinching his fingers on the bridge of his nose. He should have known you would put up a fight over this. 

“Listen, the kids are all passed out in the basement. Nancy is passed out on the couch. Robin is already asleep in my bed. That means you have to room with Eddie,” Steve explained as calmly as possible. 

“Why don’t you sleep with Eddie?” You asked. “I’ll go snuggle up with Robin instead.”

“Because I had to watch you last night to make sure you didn’t get Vecna’d and I’m so tired. I can’t trust myself to wake up if something happens. Eddie’s the only one awake enough to keep an eye on you.”

You tapped your foot. Who knew being cursed by Vecna was such a pain in the ass. 

You definitely didn’t want to spend the last possible night of your life with Eddie Munson. You didn't remember when this back and forth between the two of you started. Maybe when you both had Ms. O'donnell's class for third period last year and you bitched him out for always tapping loudly. Or before that when you accidentally stole his Dnd props because you thought they were for the school play. You would think trying to save the world together would call for a truce. But he was still just as annoying as ever, always choosing you out of the whole group to pick on. 

“Just please?” Steve pleaded. 

You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest. Steve really was tired and you could see the seams cracking from where he was barely holding it together. No one should have to stay strong for as long as he has. 

“Fine. But if he gets on my nerves I’m smothering him with a pillow,” you sighed. 

“Maybe I’m into that,” Eddie chimed in, peeking his head out from the staircase. He had probably been listening the whole time. He scurried back up the stairs when he caught the angry look on your face. 

Steve winced when he heard you grind your teeth. 

At this point you were just going to turn him into the police yourself. But then Dustin would be mad at you and didn’t want to hear about how you ruined his friend's life for the rest of your life. Even if the rest of your life might only be a day. 

“Alright. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning!” Steve said before he made his escape. 

You rolled your eyes, groaning as you went up the stairs. 

You pushed open the door to Steve’s parents' room. A large bed sat in the center of the room with expensive, shiny bedding. The room was dimly lit by the few lamps that sat on the side table and dresser. 

Eddie laid face down in the center of the bed. 

“Hell no. Move,” you instructed, smacking the back of his head with a pillow. 

Eddie turned his head, peeking up at you through his disheveled hair. He wore a pair of Steve’s sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt, also Steve’s. 

“I’ve been spending my nights in the boathouse and Rick’s crusty bed. Let me enjoy this,” he whined. 

You almost felt bad for him. Almost. 

He did have a rough time this past week. He’s been framed by a murder that he didn’t commit and hunted like a criminal by people in this town. He barely ate, slept, or showered the whole time he was hiding. Being here must be like being at an all inclusive spa resort. 

You chewed your lip. “Why can’t you sleep on the floor or something?”

“Are you kidding? This bed is big enough for the both of us. Come here and make yourself comfortable. I don’t bite,” Eddie said with a wide, toothy grin. He scooted over some and patted the spot beside him. 

You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath, and laid down in the bed. The sheets were warm and soft. The comforter was heavy enough to feel like an embrace. It wouldn’t take long for you to fall asleep here, even if your company wasn’t ideal. 

“See,” Eddie spoke up. “It’s not so bad.” He shimmied his butt against the mattress obnoxiously. 

You yawned, turning to face away from him. Neither of you turned the lamps off, having seen enough this past week to scare you away from the dark forever. No more horror movies for you. 

All you heard was, “Goodnight,” before you drifted off into the darkness. 

A warm hand cupped your face. “Hey. It’s just a nightmare. Wake up.”

You pushed away from the hand, sitting up in the bed with a gasp. Eddie sat beside you, the blankets pooled at his waist as he stared at you with worried eyes. 

You gasped for air, grabbing at your throat. The dream had felt so real. It felt like you were actually being strangled by vines. 

You dropped your head between your knees, trying to calm the whooshing of your blood in your ears. 

Pressure on your back had you jumping with a yelp. 

Eddie shushed you, his hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing way. “I’m sorry. It’s just me. Are you okay?” 

You nodded wordlessly, keeping your head down. You hadn’t wanted anyone to see you like this, especially not Eddie. You didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of him. 

“I’ll be right back,” he announced before jumping out of bed quickly. You didn’t have the chance to ask him where he was going before you heard him running down the stairs. You felt yourself missing the way his hand felt against your back. His absence hit you harder than you expected. 

He burst back in a minute later with a glass of water in hand and handed it to you. He stood by your side of the bed watching you gulp it down. 

“You don’t have to hover. I’m fine,” you croaked out. You swore you could still feel the pressure around your neck. 

Eddie sat on his side, still keeping a worried eye on you. 

You looked over to the clock on the table beside you. It had only been thirty minutes since you fell asleep and there was no way you’d be able to doze off again with your adrenaline rushing like this. 

You laid back, staring at the ceiling. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Eddie asked, lying beside you closer than he was before. 

“Talk about what? The fact that I’m probably going to be dead in less than 24 hours? Or the fact that I can’t even sleep because everytime I do that creep invades my dreams?” You complain. 

“Alright, then let’s talk about something else. Do you want to play twenty questions?” Eddie finally asks after a moment of silence. 

You thought for a second. There was no way you were going back to that awful dreamland tonight. 

“Fine. You go first,” you said, picking at your cuticles to avoid looking at him. 

“What’s your favorite color?” Eddie asked. 

“I don’t have one,” you admit. You always hated this question. Your indecisiveness could never let you choose just one. “I can guess yours is black though.”

Eddie snorted. “Actually it’s blue and that wasn’t a question.”

You looked back up at the ceiling thinking for a moment. “How many times have you been in trouble? Not including right now.”

“You’re going to have to narrow that one down or we’ll be here all night,” Eddie said with a laugh. 

“Okay, how many times have you been to detention?” 

Eddie hummed a tune while he counted on one hand and then the other. “This year? About fifteen times. I’ve had a good year,” he finally says, looking proud of himself. 

“Fifteen times?” You gasp in shock, turning onto your side so you can face him. He was already facing you so it brought you closer than you expected. 

“About twelve of those times are because of Ms. O'Donnell,” he admitted. 

You groaned. “Oh that’s not surprising. I hated her last year.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Eddie said, surprising you. 

“Why?” 

“Because you were such a goody two shoes in her class! You got me sent to detention at least once!” 

Your mouth popped open. “I did not!” 

“Yes you did! Remember when you tripped over my shoe and you thought I did it on purpose?” He pressed. 

“Because you did do it on purpose! You hate me!” You exclaimed. 

 “I would never do that and I do not hate you,” he admitted in a low voice. 

Your breath stuttered at the way his change in emotion caught you off guard. 

“Oh,” is all you said under your breath. 

“Do you hate me?” Eddie questioned, voice still low. If it had been so silent in the house you would have never heard him. 

You thought about it for a second. Sure, Eddie was annoying sometimes. He was loud. He always had his things everywhere. But he was also kind and understanding. He was funny and unapologetically himself at all times. He took care of the freshmen like they were his own family and shielded them from bullies. He was willing to stay up during the night and watch you even though he had barely slept all week, even when he was questioning if you hated him or not. 

“No,” you answered honestly. 

Eddie smiled softly at you; his full lips spreading across his face. You didn’t realize how close you two had shifted together while talking but it gave you an up close view to Eddie. You didn’t think that many people got to see him like this without his leather jacket and scary words. You had never noticed how long his eyelashes were before or how they framed his brown eyes perfectly. I made you jealous that someone could just walk around looking so pretty all of the time. 

Eddie Munson was pretty, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. It was frightening how pretty he was like this, with his hair sprawled around his face and his arms bare and clutching the blankets but also how pretty he was even when he was dressed in leather and headbanging to a guitar solo. How had you never stopped and noticed before? 

“You look like you’re thinking a lot over there,” Eddie said. 

You shrugged with the shoulder you weren’t lying on. “Just realizing some things.”

“It’s about time,” Eddie said, leaning in closer. His eyes searched your face, checking to make sure you were on the same page as him. 

“Yeah, it is about time,” you whispered, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Eddie groaned under his breath as your lips moved together. Slow and soft under the yellow light that spilled from the lamps. 

When you finally separated, Eddie didn’t let you get far. He held a hand out, pulling you close to his chest. You could hear the way his heart pounded strong and fast through the thin t-shirt he wore. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought he had just ran a mile. 

You smiled into his shirt, letting his warmth surround you. You felt your eyes start to get heavier. 

“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you muttered. 

“If you do, I'll be right here. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he replied, running his hand over your shoulder lightly.

“You promise?” You asked, already drifting off. 

“I promise. Sweet dreams,” he said softly as you fell asleep. 

You did have sweet dreams lying in Eddie’s arms that night. It was a precious break until you had to go through the earth-shattering nightmare of the next day.

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson request

[yuusishi]

. . . TIRED

pairing : Jing Yuan x gn!reader

genre : semi-angst , comfort

cws/tws : self-indulgent vent fic , reader has a rough relationship with their father , mentions of father getting mad at them

a/n : I know I'm on hiatus but on god I just really needed to make this cuz I'm NOT okay rn. Also just a note: The feelings that reader experiences here are my feelings from earlier, ofc not everyone reacts this way but I just felt like I needed to say that first.

Jing Yuan !!

A sudden slam on the dining table snapped Jing Yuan out of his focus while he was busy fiddling with his phone, trying out a game that Yanqing convinced him to play. You left the bedroom a few minutes ago to take a call from your father, he guessed that it didn’t end well. His guess was right when he sees you clutching your phone tightly while a hand was pressed on your forehead.

Jing Yuan wasn’t stupid or unaware of your rather rough relationship with your father, you didn’t even tell him about your relationship with the general until he saw it on the news. You weren’t interested in his reaction or what he wanted out of it, you knew the last thing you wanted was him getting involved. If you didn’t want him to meet your father then he wouldn’t try to convince you to, Jing Yuan knows when are the right moments to talk and when he seems like he’s trying to pry too much.

“[Name]?” he called out, he knows you heard him but he also knew you were too distracted by the swarm of annoying thoughts that buzzed in your mind like flies. He quietly walked forward until he stood beside your figure, only then did your hand land at your side once more while you looked at your partner with tired eyes, eyes that no longer held any rage yet it was replaced with emptiness and the desire to be taken away from all problems in life. He cautiously hovers his hand over the crown of your head and started carding his fingers through your hair gently after seeing no negative reactions from it.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you wordlessly shook your head, understanding immediately he led you both up the stairs until you’re in the comfort of Jing Yuan’s arms once again, tightly clutching onto his sleeve knowing you probably should and can cry in front of him without expecting judgment from the man next to you, but you just can’t. Your body just felt like that single phone call drained the life out of you. Everything felt so empty.

“I just don’t get it” you started, Jing Yuan stared at you with a gentle gaze “What don’t you get?”, “He just told me something, then I asked what I should do, he didn’t even try to explain, then got so angry when I asked again. I’m not some mind reader, you know…” your eyes now faced the decorated ceiling above you, not bearing to look at your partner as you mindlessly ranted about that man, “No one expects you to be a mind reader, dear, it’s his ignorance and negligence of his own child that makes him think that you two are close enough to be able to know what the other wants without speaking a word.”

You want to react in some way, a way to show that you’re thankful for what Jing Yuan said, but all you can manage with the little amount of energy you now have is a sigh and a small thanks to his way. His fingers once again made their way through your hair, smoothing out any knots and twirling them around, “You don’t have to say anything, [Name], just rest”.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n

[evansbby]

you are currently sick (get well btw baby <3 )and i am struggling with my periods rn which got me thinking a looot about poyt!Steve!!!

Now imagine if omega got her periods (she is prego but let's say it happened before that), what would it be like for Steve and their sex?

Because from one side he is this insatiable, wild sex-animal that will never stop but he is also misogynist, so will it idk disgust him away?

If not, can you only imagine how it will be? 😭 Like omega is all scared, and her belly hurts from the cramps but Steve doesn't give a shit and thrusts in anyway. As usual he uses ✨gaslighting and manipulation✨ in a form of "Cmon, baby, I will fuck the pain away" or "I heard orgasm helps with cramps down there, just the tip baby" (LMAO NOT THE TIP) and if she keeps whining he straight up tells her to stfu. It might also turn him on that she is in pain idk?

-🪐

Oh you know what would happen. POYT!Steve is a fuckboy through and through, and if he’s horny then it doesn’t matter if you’re on your period, he will take what he wants bc he usually thinks of his own pleasure first RIP 😌😭

Warnings: smut, period sex, daddy kink, noncon, coercion, a/b/o dynamics, manipulation, gaslighting

(Let’s say this takes place before omega got pregnant obviously)

“Ah, Steve! Stop, please just… Give me a second to… Ah!”

Steve’s kisses are ravenous, plump lips trailing hungrily from your mouth to your cheek and down to your jaw, so insistent as his knee nudges your thighs apart.

“Why are you wearing all this shit?” He mutters impatiently, tugging off your robe before scowling at the sight of your leggings. “You knew what time I was coming home, so why aren’t you prepared for me?”

Steve prefers you in as little clothes as possible when you’re in the bedroom. And of course you comply because when have you ever said no to him? You’re often clad in just a shirt of his and panties, sitting on the side of the bed and waiting for him to return from football practice all riled up and ready to fuck you.

But today is different.

Today, Steve had come home to you curled up in his bed — which you had basically turned into your own nest with a bunch of blankets and pillows surrounding you. You also had your trusted hot water bottle plus your fuzzy robe and fuzzy leggings too.

The same fuzzy leggings that Steve is currently peeling off your body.

“Stop, Steve, please! I can’t!”

The alpha pays you no attention, his kisses getting more desperate, and you can feel his hard dick through his sweatpants, pressing into your clothed core. And being on your period, you’re extra sensitive so you can’t help but whimper softly, “Steve, I can’t!”

“You can’t, huh? I don’t remember the word ‘can’t’ being in your vocabulary, baby.” The blond forcefully tugs your top off, throwing it somewhere behind him and licking his lips at your bare breasts, “I’ve just come home from a hard fucking day at practice. The least you could do, as my omega, is wait for me without all this bullshit covering your body. What have I told you about easy access, huh omega? Tell me.”

“That good omegas wait patiently for their daddy to come home and fuck them. Preferably with no clothes on for easier access.” You recite before pressing your lips together, knowing it’ll get him angry when you push his roaming hands off you, “B-But, Steve, this is different! I’m on my period!”

Steve stops short, blue eyes narrowing as he gazes down at you almost suspiciously. You’re not sure how he’ll react, but his crotch is still rutting into you, almost as if he can’t stop.

“I’ve got really bad cramps, Steve. M-Maybe we could just… cuddle?” You feel embarrassed saying it, and so bashful because you’ve never asked him to do anything like that before.

“My little baby wants to cuddle huh?” Steve coos, putting on that condescending voice that he does whenever he wants to baby you and do depraved things to you, “You think just because you’re on your period, it gives you the right to deny your daddy? Huh? Is that what you think?” He taps your cheek meanly.

“N-No, wouldn’t deny you!” You cry, feeling his scent start to make your senses go numb, and you’re so torn because you really want nothing more than to rip his clothes off and let him have his way with you. But you’re also cramping so badly, you know it wouldn’t be the best idea.

“Really, because it sounds like you’re denying me. Denying your alpha. After everything I’ve done for you.” Quick as a wink, Steve flips you over onto your tummy, hiking your hips up and ripping your leggings clean down the middle. “How about this, baby. You give me what I want, and then maybe I’ll consider giving you those cuddles that you want.”

“But Steve, my cramps, I, ah!” The next thing you hear is the rip of your panties, and you feel this rush of embarrassment, heat blooming on your cheeks because you’re on your period, and Steve just doesn’t seem to care, looking straight at your bare pussy and pulling at the string of your tampon, taking it out and throwing it in the bin beside the bed while you bury your head in the pillow.

“You think a little blood’s gonna scare me off, omega?” Steve swats your ass, making you yelp, “I own your sweet little pussy. You’re my omega, I have every right to fuck you whenever I want. So you better remember that the next time you try to deny me. You should know better by now, but you still find ways to disappoint me, don’t you?”

You feel a rush of anguish, hating that you’ve disappointed your alpha. But it’s soon replaced by sparks of pleasure that bloom in your belly when Steve drives his big, thick dick inside you in one unforgivingly hard thrust, distracting you from the pain of your cramps in the process.

“Oh fuck, fuck, daddy!” You whimper, grinding your hips back against him while he holds you steady with his unforgiving grip, his dick so big and invasive inside of you — he’s fucked you so many times now but you still can’t seem to get used to his size. Your pussy squelches noisily around him, stretched out and feeling used already.

“Look at my sweet little baby, on your period yet still so horny for daddy’s dick. I knew you wanted to get fucked deep down, daddy always knows.” Steve’s got one hand fisted into your hair, jerking your head back as he completely ravages you, “What if I told my friends, told everyone what a huge slut you are, getting fucked on your period?”

“N-No, please! Daddy, please don’t tell them! I, oh fuck!” You’re slowly going delirious — it’s the effect that he has on you every single time he fucks you, renders you so dumb on his cock that all you can do is whimper and moan and take it.

“God, fuck. Tightest little baby pussy I’ve ever had,” Steve murmurs through gritted teeth, the squelching sound of your arousal mixed with your blood is embarrassingly loud, but it only seems to spur him on more.

“Never fucked a girl on her period before. But you, fuck baby, you drive me insane. Can’t get enough of your tiny body. Can’t believe you’re all mine, my little baby, my omega. My fucking wife, fuck!”

Your eyes widen when he says “wife” and it’s that one word that somehow seems to drive you over the edge — that and the fact that you’re so sensitive because of your period. You squirt around Steve’s thick dick in record time, moaning and crying out his name, rutting into him to prolong your high as he continues to fuck you.

“Mm, you couldn’t help but cum already, huh baby?” Steve gives your ass another harsh slap, “Bet you were all riled up, just waiting for daddy to come home. Bet you regret denying me now, don’t you? Well don’t you worry, baby. Daddy’s nowhere near done. But by the time I am done, you’re gonna need those cuddles — because you sure as hell won’t be physically capable of doing anything else.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #poyt drabble #dark steve rogers #chris evans x reader #mcu #marvel

[chiquititaosita]

vale valeee 🫣

so, i was thinking, you know how when we get mad, we speak our native tongue? so like, i wanted to request monster trio + law getting yelled at by reader in spanish

(you know how moms be like “ve hacer tal cosa” and we either forget and do it wrong or forget to do it at all?? bueno, reader tells them to help them out with something y como no lo hicieron, reader starts complaining and yelling about “yo hago todo aqui” 🤭)

les da miedito pero la verdd les gusta el matrato 😫

(mentira 👀) idk if that makes sense pero if it doesn’t i can elaborate more ☺️

a/n: OMFG YESSS!!! and I wrote like a slight Drabble for it! On sanjis nickname post oml

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ yelling at monster trio + law in spanish

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Luffy

- if he’s not being serious, or something which is all the damn time

- Consider it’s your job to be like a certain mother figure besides his amor

- first it was the gentle parenting technique,

- “Luffy, can you please move your feet im trying to scrub the deck ?” Y/n is looking over at him, trying to be patient

-“sorry y/n can’t talk rn! Maybe later!!” Luffy will then mess up your whole cleaning

-you didn’t mind it.

-But the then there’s him trying to help you, when you don’t need help.

- “Luffy did you and ussop take out the trash like sanji asked y’all too?” You ask him as you’re trying to make some

-he’s nowhere to be found when you ask him this. but then after

-“ah ah ah! ¡Lávate las manos, Cabron!!” You’ll slap Luffys hands and speak in a semi- stern tone but in a calm manner when he tries to eat the carnitas you have.

-“come on just a little bite babeeee!!!/——“

-“NO!” You’ll explode and the whole ship hears you. You’re so angry and tired of trying from being stressed out.

-“I have to do everything around here god damn it! Please just help me with shit if you want to be a good boyfriend por favor!!” Y/n is just thankful to have some shit being done.

-“NOW HELP ME OR YOURE NOT GETTING MY PORTIONS OF FOOD!!” Then he IMMEDIATELY STARTS TO UNINTENTIONALLY CLEAN THE DECK AND HELP SORT OUT HIS LAUNDRY… let’s be honest luffy never does his laundry

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ zoro

-will instantly yell back at you

- “y/n why are you mad at me!?”

- “YOU BROKE THE LAUNDRY BASKET!”

-“IT WAS IN THE WAY WHEN I WAS TRAINING!!”

- you slap him and groan mumbling you have to do shit. You’re not even going to complain with him right now

- that is until a couple of hours later some random ass bitch at the bar y’all were at, was literally trying to pick a fight with zoro. And talk shit. And you were sober the whole time.

-“HIJOLE a chingada wey!! Nobody talks shit about my man but me!!” You slap the guy with a chancla aiming like a super Latina mom. And literally defend your moss head novio whose found a nice sleeping place, sitting down.

-“NOW YOU YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO WIPE AMD CLEAN THE TOILET BEFORE YOU FLUSH MR!”

-“Y/n you’re embarrassing me!-“

-“I DONT GIVE A RATS ASS IF IM EMBARRASSING YOU! I ONLY ASK YOU TO DO ONE THING ONE THING!! AND YOU BARELY DO”

-he’s picking you up and you’re kicking his chest to put him down.

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ sanji

- “Y PUTA ALA MADRE WEY!!” You’ll be storming out angry. if sanji sees you angry it’s best for him to not try and ask…

- he’s learned the hard way.

-“VINSMOKE SANJI!!” You know when a Hispanic woman yells your government legal name, you’re fucked

-“Yes Mon amour??” He’d asked you in a kind manner

-“why isn’t the FLOOR MOPPED!?”

-MALE WIFE.EXE ACTIVATED

- the last time he talked back to you he cried, and begged for forgiveness like down on his knees and holding your legs.

-“Aye cabron get off!!! i forgive you i’m just telling you next time to use fabuloso.”

- he finds it adorable when you’re mad and punched your cheeks

-you’ll bite his finger and he’s gonna be like. “OW!!”

-“beloved what’s wrong?”

-silent treatment and he has to start guessing and do everything around the house. but really it’s because she’ll only yell at him without her goodbye kiss. or her love letters on the napkin with her liquado (smoothie en español de tex-mex)

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Law

-oh hell no

-he forgets what he signed up for.

- “CALLATE WEY!!!” The minute you throw a chancla at his head he’s not even pissed he’s just laughing because you got him good

- “shut up for one minute will you y/n-ya.” He regrets it. You start causing a scene and then embarrass him, if his crew steps in. They’re not gonna like it they just say out of it.

-last time penguin almost lost a finger. While doing the chores. Doing the laundry’s and cooking.

-“ NO YOU LISTEN TO ME GOD DAMN IT!!!! MOTHER FUCKER WHO HATES IT WHEN HIS FOOD IS TOUCHING BY A SMIDGE!”- you grab him by the ear. “Ugh I have to do everything for him.”

-“oh really?” Law would reply out of frustration, and throwing you over his shoulders just to fuck some sense into you. Because you got mad you needed dick in his office. Now you’re still complaining, because his room office is a mess.

#monster trio x reader #law x y/n #law x latina! reader #monster trio x Hispanic! reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄 ꒱ one piece x reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄꒱ one piece imagines #˗ˏˋ꒰ 👹 ꒱ monster trio #˗ˏˋ꒰🕊️ ꒱ sanji #˗ˏˋ꒰🗡️ ꒱ zoro #˗ˏˋ꒰☠️ ꒱ luffy #˗ˏˋ꒰🩺 ꒱ law #monster trio x hispanic reader #༊*·˚ ositas master list #one piece x latina! reader #ੈ♡˳ one piece x latina reader

[wjehfshs]

Ghosts train NSFW with these fuckers

+Kick

NSFW, if you don’t know what a train is, please look it up before reading this, exhibitionism, I’m so tried rn, everything in this is consensual, Logan and Keegan are rough asf in this, Elias chews them out for it in the end lmao

Merrick goes first (I personally think he’s the oldest so he’d go first)

Makes you get yourself off by riding him as he keeps your chest flush against his clothed one

Literally too lazy to take off his shirt just keeps it on as he unzips his pants

Runs his hands up and down the curve of your back

And sometimes your thighs

Sometimes he’ll just sit back and let you do the work

Even though he is lazy he praises you the whole time

Prefers for you to set your own pace, especially since you’re just starting

Ajax goes next

Eats you out (regardless of sex) while you’re lying down on the couch, completely naked

Doesn’t care about himself, just you

He can jerk himself off once he hands you to the next person

Also may I add, he is the god at giving head

Proudly wears your cum on his face

(If you have a dick he’ll wipe it off your stomach and lick it)

Mumbling to himself how good you taste

Kick is next up

Also makes you ride him, but instead he’s holding your hips and moving you instead of making you move yourself

Actually takes his shirt off unlike Merrick (although he doesn’t take his pants off, just unzips them and slides them down a bit)

He gives me vibes of either really mean or whimpers, no in between

If he’s mean, he’ll slap your ass occasionally and slam you down on him

Or on the other side he’s practically using you as a toy unintentionally, throwing his head back and whining frfr

If you can get pregnant he’ll pull out and cum on your thighs

But if you can’t he’s def finishing inside

I think we can all agree that Logan and Keegan are teaming up

Spitroast

First it’s Keegan in your mouth and Logan pounding into you

Then they switch right before you cum

Leave just enough time between switches to have to build up to that point of cumming

They will absolutely bruise your insides and throat

Get off to the sounds as well

They try to fuck you as hard as they can to put on a show

Hair pulling, deep throating, you name it

(But if you don’t want your hair pulled/don’t have hair, it’s instead a hand around your throat)

After around 3 times of switching Hesh gets impatient and tells them to hurry up or else he’s snatching you away from them

Both of them cum on your face after you’ve finished

When Hesh finally gets his hands on you, he’s so soft

Makes sure to wipe all the cum off you before kissing up and down your body

Kisses any red spots from hickeys or something

He’s so soft, treats you like a porcelain doll

Will try to make you as comfortable as possible, knowing how you just got absolutely ruined

Although once you’ve finished for the last time that night, he can’t help himself but cum all over your stomach and smear some on your lips/face

Aftercare is Merrick carrying you bridal style to your room (makes sure no one else sees you) while you’re covered in a blanket

Sits you down in the shower and washes you up

Eventually he lets Ajax and Kick take over

Washing your hair and making sure there’s nothing left on (or in) you

Eventually they get you dressed into some more comfortable clothes (literally just some of their own clothes they got from their closets) and into your own bed

Holy shit you had the best sleep of your life that night

Although you did sleep in and Elias went to go wake you up

He notices the bite marks and hickeys, also not to mention now you slept in Ajax’s and Kick’s clothes

So he chews the boys out for it, once he finds out what happened

Not actually angry about you guys doing it, fine with that. Just worried they may have been too rough

Let’s you sleep in until you wake up

#cod x reader #cod #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #cod ghosts smut

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

How do you think it’s most possible way of shuggy getting together rn? How could cross guild react to that info? I think shanks would lost mihawks respect so fast

hm... the thing is, i think buggy is still pretty angry with shanks. and shanks… well, he's acting less passively than he used to, but that seems to be in service of a long established goal; idk if that change in behavior extends to interpersonal stuff. it's hard to picture either of them taking the necessary first step to even see each other again, let alone get together.

so let's have chance take that first step for them.

the easiest way to make it happen is through their common goal: the one piece. there are only so many different paths to take to get there, and at some point all of them will intersect. whether it's finding that burn-scarred man, or the second-to-last island, or on laugh tale itself, at some point the paths merge, and if the timing works out, they can reunite.

now, that reunion probably starts messy—especially if buggy’s been stewing over why shanks is going after the one piece now, when he refused all those years ago—but i think, regardless of the content of the conversation, seeing buggy again sparks an idea in shanks. after all this time apart, to run into each other twice in as many years, both times connected to their captain’s legacy? (his son, and then his treasure?) it almost feels fated. like captain roger is pushing them together…

and so, on something like a whim, shanks’ plans change, just a little. pursuing the one piece and buggy simultaneously could be tricky, if they weren’t all heading the same direction. but since they are, it’s trivial to arrange to run into him again, to have gifts on hand, compliments prepared, an afternoon to kill.

buggy takes a while to pick up on what’s happening. at first he thinks shanks is trying to distract him, to trick him into losing sight of his goal… then, as the old longing wells up inside him like high tide, as he realizes how much he wants it to be real, he thinks shanks knows, and he’s being mocked.

i don’t know what it is that makes him see shanks is being sincere. it would be very funny if mihawk or crocodile was the one to make him face facts, but i can’t quite figure out why or how it would happen that way.

suffice to say, he realizes, has a little freakout, and the next time shanks just so happens to be at the same port as buggy they have it out. there’s shouting, buggy’s body falls apart in a rage, more shouting, a very frustrated love confession, kissing, more shouting, more kissing. very messy, but ultimately a happy resolution.

and this is either a completely private conversation or happening in front of both of their crews and one of big news morgans’ reporter-photographers. i’m also 50-50 on whether they come out of the conversation as allies in the one piece hunt or more competitive about it than ever.

either way, mihawk and crocodile have been a reluctant, unwilling captive audience to buggy’s side of things, so the get-together does not take them by surprise. i think crocodile is pretty fed up with all of it—he doesn’t give a shit about the one piece or shanks, why is so much of his time being occupied by one or both of them—and mihawk is just… drinking more. he lost most of his respect for shanks a while ago, when he first connected the dots between the old friend shanks used to reminisce about when he got too drunk after a duel and buggy. this is just… new lows being discovered, lol.

#asked and answered #one piece #shuggy #*shuggy reconciliation #*endgame speculation #…technically #cross guild #i guess they are present

[gliyerabaa]

Could you do number 3 of the angry prompt?

Prompt 3: “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

gonna really lean into the unrequited gelphie on this one. also i KNOW i already answered a prompt and set it during for good, but i'm gonna do it again because its such a juicy juicy concept....

also im zooted rn so like. sorry if it sucks?

--

"You said it yourself, I'm wicked!" Elphaba snaps, and Glinda feels her heartbeat quicken at the sharpness in her voice. She doesn't have a response yet, she's too busy trying to figure out how she can save this.

Elphaba continues on, undeterred by the glint of anxiety behind Glinda's eyes. "Why would you even want to clear my name? You hate me!"

Glinda's blood boils at Elphaba's notion, which couldn't be more untrue.

"Imagine the scandal!" Elphaba cackles, "Glinda the Good trying to clear the name of her sworn--"

"I love you!" Glinda blurts, wanting to get the rejection over with, like ripping of the adhesive of a bandage,

"--enemy..." Elphaba trails off, and her expression morphs through a series of different phases of murky unreadability.

Oh stars... She'd really stepped in it now.... Glinda goes on, hoping to try and fix this, "I love you, and I'm sorry, and I..."

Elphaba's hand against her heart stops her. "No. I'm sorry." She exhales and turns her head, her eyes obscured in the shadow of her hat. "If I'd only known, I'd..."

"I don't think I could have made it any more obvious." Glinda blinks, fighting off tears that cloud her vision, "I should have gone with you when I had the chance, then maybe you would finally have realized..."

"Easy now, my sweet," Elphaba gently wipes away her tears, "Now is not the time for regrets. For either of us."

Outside, the distant roar of the rioters grows louder.

"Am I ever going to see you again?"

"I doubt it." Elphaba frowns, "They're here to kill me."

Glinda's eyes wander to the floor, eyes darting from one cobblestone to the next. She doesn't know what to do, or what to say until Elphaba takes her hand.

"May I kiss you?" Elphaba asks, and Glinda looks up, taken aback. Elphaba's eyes are full of a wonder so magnificent, "I wasted my whole life, oblivious, and if I die now... I want our kiss to be my final memory, my parting gift from this Earth."

"Don't say that." Glinda takes a half-step back, "Elphie, please don't tell me you're accepting defeat that easily!"

"It's my only option." Elphaba says, and Glinda knows it's a bold-faced lie. Elphaba closes the gap between them, takes Glinda's soft hand in hers again, running her thumb over the back of it, "Please, Glinda. I love you."

Glinda's heart skips a beat. "We can't make up for ten years worth of pining in a matter of seconds, you know."

"But we can try..." Elphaba says, and whisks Glinda into her embrace, kissing her soundly.

#gelphie #wicked #wicked the musical #my writing

[galaxycunt]

I Can’t Keep Crying pt 3

Pt 1 Pt 2

Quick lil note to say I love every comment I been getting on my stuff and ilysm kissing u all mwah mwah it really makes my day

Story under the cut: angst only rn

You shared a cigarette on the deck with a crew mate, watching Buggy from afar. Sometimes if it was cold, he used to lend you the coat he was wearing right now. What a fool he made you out to be.

”Captain’s let his bird fly out the cage finally?”

”Oh, shut the fuck up.”

He only laughed, “Cabaji gets his sloppy seconds, you could do worse.”

You flicked the butt in his face, storming off below the deck. Before all this, Buggy was teaching you how to throw knives. You decided it was perfect time to imagine the empty barrel was his face.

You could think of a hundred reasons for why Buggy was bad for you, but the good times popped up. His laugh, the real one he seemed to save just for you. The way he’d protect you during a raid, shoving you downstairs in a hurry yelling at you to hide. Letting you watch his shows from the catwalk, his eyes shining brightly in the spotlight as he looked up at you.

It wasn’t romantic for most people, but things were different on the sea. After a raid on a village, he kept a small box close with him. He hid away from the crew, only coming out when you said you didn’t want to eat dinner alone. He had his moods, he was soft around you. He never told you what was in there, only his mood giving a hint to what it was. Closer than what anyone else got.

”Needs work, thank god you’re not my first wave of defense,” said a voice behind you.

”Is there more to be done, captain?”

He smiled, “nah. Just wanted to see what you were up to.”

You looked him up and down, “nice necklace.”

”Eh, gonna hock it next time we dock somewhere. Can’t figure out what put in it anyway.”

You forced a smile, “I thought even pirates loved their mama.”

“Now that’s funny.”

You nodded politely, turning to leave. Buggy stopped you, his brows furrowed like he was struggling what to say.

“I didn’t…know that..well, I don’t have to really explain myself do I?”

”Excuse me?”

”Lemme make it up to you, steal a table at Baratie, dine and dash. Something fun and exciting!”

”What? No, I’m not doing that.”

He frowned, “aw come on, you’re not turning legit now, are you?”

You smiled, “I’m not doing that with you.”

Hurt flashed across his face for only a moment, “you did it first you know.”

This confused you, having no idea what he was talking about. You sized up your captain, he was a stubborn bastard.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to, so I doubt it.”

”Go clean the head.”

”You’re seriously giving me cabin boy duty?”

He nodded, causing you to groan. He smiled satisfied, he was going to make you regret sleeping with the boss. If that was how he was going to act, you were going to make him regret it too. Cabin boy was easy to pay off for shit duty.

”I’m sure there’s a way to convince your captain differently, if you wanted to be persuasive.”

Buggy stepped closer, bumping into your chest. His breath smelled of whiskey, his aura pulling you closer. It was like that when you joined his crew, amused instead of angry that you tried stealing from him. Buggy had a way with people, making them stay. You knew better.

”You don’t like me Buggy, simple as that. You made it clear more than once.”

He was at a loss for words, letting you walk away as he stood there. You held in your tears until you reached your room. The worst part about being on a ship was the lack of privacy. In your dreams, Buggy would proudly proclaim his love for you, in front of the whole world. Instead of letting you hover around him, the crew would judge you, yet you didn’t get special treatment when it came to chores.

He did give you his cabin to be alone in, and that was something you wished you had now. You cried softly, face down in your pillow. What did he mean earlier? What did you do first?

You heard your name called, ignoring it.

“You okay?”

It was your friend, petting your head softly. You gave a thumbs up, rubbing your face like nothing happened. She smiled, giving you the mug of coffee in her hand. The ship was set to sail for a small village, peaceful and full of gold. You chatted about the show, what your friend had planned.

“So what’s your plan?”

”I’ll probably still run the lights and curtains.”

”No, about him.”

You sighed, “he’s a grown ass man, he won’t apologize and I’m not gonna coddle him. We’re pirates for fuck’s sake.”

Surprisingly, Buggy still allowed you to run the lights. In the middle of the ring was the mayor, bound and gagged as Buggy made his grand entrance. He was nicer when the show ran smoothly, a little more willing to let people live.

And your mother had much bigger plans for you and your life.

Buggy glanced up at you, winking as he tortured the mayor for the key to the bank vault. He was still very handsome, sexy when he exerted his power over others. The gasps from the audience reminded you of the first time you saw his powers, it was intoxicating.

You used this opportunity to sneak away, heading towards his cabin. You weren’t sure what you wanted to find, his room was messy as always. You had some clothes left behind, deciding to take a pile. You searched around for your locket, not remembering if he kept it on today. The accordion was still in its case, you took that one too. If he was going to punish you for stealing your own things, so be it.

Realizing you never had the whole ship to yourself, you pushed your luck, snooping in his personal items. Sealed letters from someone, the name sounding familiar. Under a pile of scarves was a small box, you wondered if the locket was inside. Were you still willing to steal that damn thing from him?

You decided against it, running to your room and back to the tent before anyone noticed. You stood in the back, watching the show. The crew was probably going to stay here another couple of days, Buggy loved his adoring fans. You could escape if your luck ran out.

The show ended, Buggy noticing you near the entrance, he smiled and let you go on your way with the rest of the crew to drink. His words entered your mind again, what imagined transgression against him was he thinking of?

The crew liked putting on a small show for themselves, your friend waving as she flipped through the air. You’d miss this crew if you had to leave, Buggy couldn’t ruin this for you. You smiled, hoping to let this whole thing blow over.

You heard your name bellowed out from across the tent, Buggy marching straight toward you. The rest of the crew adverted their eyes, he was on a warpath.

You stood up straight, “yes, sir?”

”You were in my cabin. What did you take? Treasure? A map? Money?”

“My clothes. I had clothes there,” you stuttered.

He glanced around the room, “my cabin. Now.”

You nodded as you’re hurried past the crowd, embarrassed and slightly afraid. Thankful he wasn’t about to air out your relationship failures in the open. It didn’t mean anything good either way.

Buggy spun around as soon as the door closed, angry to the brim.

”You stole from me.”

”I…didn’t.”

”Yes, you did.”

”The accordion? I only took my things back.”

He waved around his room, “oh! Is that all? Nothing else? Nothing in that desk?”

You shook your head, of course he’d find out. You didn’t take anything, your only saving grace.

”I was looking for my locket,” you held up your hands, “I’m not stupid, Buggy. I only take what’s mine.”

He searched your face, the wind blowing out of his sails, he believed you.

With a laugh he shook his head, “you’re gonna be the death of me. Swear to god.”

With a nervous smile, you tried to leave. He still stopped you, lightly grabbing your arm. His eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t place, unsure if he could either.

“I would like to hear a song, if you’re willing to grant an audience. That’s how I’ll forgive you.”

You smile, “I’ll be right back then.”

The words slipped out so easily, the way your body moved too. You played in your youth, something you did to pass the time on long voyages. On your last ship, it was lost in the wreck. You couldn’t find a reason to get it replaced, feeling like you had no need to. You only told him about it once, in an inn months ago while you bathed together. He liked your singing, not surprised that you always been some sort of artist your whole life.

That day was when you realized you were in love with him.

“Captain?”

”Come in, I was just uh, setting the mood, I guess.”

The cabin was dimly lit, a sheer red scarf placed over a lamp. He held up his hands, motioning you to sit on his chair. You giggled, covering up your nerves.

“Any requests, captain?”

”Oh you can call me Buggy, and uh. I dunno, dealer’s choice.”

You could only remember a song partially, singing a song of a woman left at the altar on her wedding day. The notes were fumbled, your foot tapping next to his, he hummed along not knowing the lyrics.

You had a good time despite yourself, smiling as you made up a song on the spot. You could remember simple chords, singing about the woman from the previous song taking to the sea to cut her fiancé’s head off. Buggy laughed hard at that one.

“Beautiful!”

You smiled, “thanks, Bug.”

You got up to leave, Buggy stopping you again. He held his breath, thinking of something to say.

”You don’t have to leave so soon do you?”

He looked so sad, so lonely. You were certain it had to be projection on your part. He held out a hand, letting you place your fingers gently on his palm. You were in love with an image, one he displayed in full before you. You had doubts, and that was reason enough to leave.

”I can’t. I really can’t.”

He only nodded, letting you take your things with you. As you closed the door you hear him release a shuddering breath, matching the sob you were holding in yourself.

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You’re so kind honestly I can’t wait to read part two.

What I keep thinking about since reading is:

Lucifer keeps his little a secret not wanting to out them about it. However not all the demons are so pleased about an angel running around that they can’t torture. One of them manage to upset the angel somehow and his angel slips into little space as a coping mechanism. Lucifer is then torn between comforting his little and caring for them in their state and punishing the demon who upset their angel. ~shy anon

Sweet little angel

(Pt. 2 to “Little angel”)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

Warnings: angsty but with comfort, description of violence, threats, Very very small reader, non/semi-verbal reader, crying, anxiety, very angry Lucifer, and very soft Lucifer with Reader

A/n: GAH I LOVE THIS SM thank you shy anon for giving me writing inspo, I need more little r with Lucifer in my life I’m so happy rn stop

Having Lucifer as your partner, and caregiver was better than anything you could’ve ever imagined. Things only got better since the day they found out about your regression, they confessed how happy it made them, how it would wipe away all their worries when they took care of you. You were precious to them in so many ways, but as much as they’d love to show you off to the whole realm they knew what came with being an angel in hell.

Despite their warnings you refused to be always locked up in the castle, so they complied with joining you on walks around the realm and visiting different places they’ve mentioned before to you. Nobody would dare approach you as you walked along side their ruler. You’d get harsh looks and the ocasional snarl or growl your way, which Lucifer would quickly punish with a simple wave of their hand the demon would be out of sight, to where you didn’t want nor need to know.

You wanted so badly to be able to walk those paths alone once, not because you didn’t enjoy Lucifer’s company but just because you wanted that sense of independence, like you didn’t need to always be protected. You requested to start going on walks with lower ranks, at first the demons were cautious, careful of the fact Lucifer could just be around the corner, the same attitude as always continued those days, they’d lose a hand by Mazikeen’s command.

They got brave after that. With the rare times you’d leave without Lucifer they knew only Mazikeen was there to look after you, they started getting chatty. “God gave them the runt of the litter” said a demon as you passed by, you ignored them. “we’ll get you alone some day” this one seemed to follow behind you. “You’ll regret ever stepping foot out of that castle, can’t go out without a guard, what? are you too weak?” And finally. “What is an angel if not a chew toy for us to tear apart.” The way that demon didn’t even see you as a being, how he was just waiting. Anxiously anticipating the day they’d finally get you. A chew toy he said.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to run into Lucifer’s arms and feel safe again. You grabbed Mazikeens wrist, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried so hard not to breakdown, you could feel yourself slipping. “I wana go home..” Mazikeen was the only one who knew, being Lucifer’s right hand meant trust and undying loyalty. She swore to keep you safe the second Lucifer confessed how they felt for you, and she swore to keep your secret the minute you confided in her enough to tell her. Lucifer would put their life in Mazikeens hands, that was enough said, you could trust her aswell.

She proved herself when in a matter of seconds you were safely back home, in your room and sat on your bed, while she busied herself with summoning Lucifer to you. You made no effort to move from your bed as you hugged one of your stuffies tightly and just cried. What was taking them so long?

Lucifer was explained everything once they met with Mazikeen, they were torn, that demon deserved to be punished, by their own hand, the demon would learn a whole new meaning of pain, they’d do it publicly, Lucifer decided, the demon would be used as an example to show what happens to those who even attempt to hurt you. Then be sent to eternal suffering, purgatory, for so much as looking at you wrong.

Lucifer heard your cries, and then their mind was made up, the demon would be taken care of later. For now, they had a much more important little one to focus on. Lucifer never liked to see you cry, sometimes you’d just be pouty or fussy, that happens to every little, but knowing it was caused by one of their subjects filled them with wrath, wrath that had to be pushed down for now. It wasn’t more important than you, and they couldn’t risk scaring you.

You practically jumped into their arms, stuffie in hand, the second they walked through that door. “My sweet angel.. what have they done to you.” You just cried more. “Thank you Mazikeen, we will discuss this later, you are dismissed.” Mazikeen only nodded and left. Lucifer made their way back to bed, arms wrapped around you tight as their hand soothed your back. Sure you’ve cried before but never had they seen you so distraught, and also, so small. You couldn’t get a word out as your cries were replaced with sniffles and you clung to them like your life depended on it.

Truly, Lucifer was at a loss, you’ve never regressed so small before, and nothing like this had ever happened, if you were big they’d openly admit the demon was going to be punished, but saying that to you right now would do no good. So they settled for comforting you, they let you cling to them and cry until all that could be heard was your struggled breathing and sniffling, then they held you even tighter. After a few minutes of silence they concluded they should probably say something, anything really, an apology was the first thing to leave their mouth.

“I’m sorry, my sweet little angel. I’m so sorry.” They took a deep breath hugging you close to their chest. Sure they were angry, but they were mostly heartbroken, to think their home, what was supposed to be your home as well caused you so much harm. Maybe it was just words this time, but what would happen if you were alone, or if more than one demon decided to target you, or you slipped before you could get away?

Their mind ran rampant before your small voice and hand over their heart brought them back. “fast.” you stated as a fact. You do that a lot when you’re small, they always found it so adorable. Lucifer only nodded. “Are you alright, tiny?” You shook your head burying it into their chest again. “Tiny hurts” yeah. Heartbroken was the word of the day. “Luci’s going to make sure that demon isn’t mean again okay? I won’t let you get hurt, tiny.” You held up your pinky looking up with teary eyes. This time they immediately laced their own with yours and kissed your hand.

“I pinky promise, my little love, nobody’s going to hurt you again.” your breathing was mostly getting back to normal and your sniffles stopped, you nodded and shuffled up. “What’s wrong, tiny?” You gently grabbed their face and gave them a little smile. You let out a little “Mwah!” as you have them a kiss on the forehead and handed them your stuffie. “Well thank you, little one, what’s that for?” They said as they hugged the stuffed animal close. You placed your hand back on their heart. “luci hurts” Lucifer sighed, a smile on their face as they replied. “Well I’m all cured now, thanks to you. What did I ever do to deserve such a sweet little angel?”

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