#I COULD GO ON FOR DAYYYYS

[rosalinesurvived]

Teen Wolf’s Mason Hewitt-while mainly a side character-undergoes a character arc which subtly conveys to the audience about the deconstruction of goodness and purity-perceived, internal, or real within him; both on a morality scale: such as his eventual murders of innocents and his acceptance of “with the bad guys Corey Bryant” but also on a deeply personal scale, as he is revealed to be the Beast–thus fully entering the world of supernaturals, something considered to be cruel and evil within his pack after being the only human within it-and hosts Sebastian Valet in his mind. Furthermore, the reveal of his absorption of his twin at conception, thus being a genetic chimera after they were considered by him to be a bad guys implicates him inside and shatters his code of morality as he previously states he would rather die than be with the bad guys and yet is revealed to be a so called “bad guy” proving to the audience that his arc is largely centred around the meaning of morality, and humanity and goodness, and yet also the darkening of a person however unwillingly. In this essay I will–

[tittyinfinity]

constantly being in online arguments absolutely affects your mood and how you treat people in real life

being under that level of stress and agitation that often is extremely unhealthy. if you're constantly seeking out arguments, it most likely means you're trying to distract from stressors in your life with other stressors that are easier to control.

I'm not saying never stand up for yourself or argue with people at all, just don't make discourse the primary way you use the internet.

[fingertipsmp3]

I wish I had a gun so I could shoot something that is not alive

[matsui-sinclair]

went down to wollongong today and it was soooo hard for me to not take the wheel from the bus driver and just start heading towards helensburgh just so i could go see the tunnel from kotpota

[cottonsocks]

Criminal that I only get to sleep in twice a week. Absolutely criminal.

[cregansdingdong]

So…

Cregan on a day going on a frenzy out of nowhere and full on fucking the brains out of his wife THE WHOLE DAYYYY, neglecting his duties while the other Lords call for him and he straight up threatens to kill anyone who dares interrupt him…on my knees rn🧎🏻‍♀️

Go off, your majesty👑🙇🏻‍♀️

NEGLECTING HIS DUTIES---CONGRATS CAUSE UR DEFO A MOTHER AFTER THAT WOOOOOOOOO ALRIGHT.

so. my brain is doing a think. a nice, slutty think.

Let me just start by clarifying that Cregan, above all else, respects his position just as the majority of his ancestors have done before him. He's very serious about being the Warden of the North and he really does his best to...behave himself. Sometimes though, he doesn't.

alright thats enough thinking its time to fuk. i sincerely apologize for what im about to unleash. may the odds be ever in your favor i guess lol

ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

NSFW stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty. no SRSLY this one needs like twenty more nsfw warnings

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"You can take it.” He murmurs into the quiet of their chambers, eyes trained down where he’d connected to his wife for the third—no, maybe fourth time since they’d risen that day. He’d lost count, much like she had. It felt pointless to keep track anyway. All that mattered was that it felt good. Filling her deep, slow, teeth dug into her calf over his shoulder just to ground himself and remember where he was. The Lord of Winterfell was cunt-drunk beyond belief. 

Cregan woke that morning without the thought of his tasks for the day. No. None at all. His wife was sitting up in their marital bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, reaching over for her soft robe—Gods, he lost absolute control of himself, of his restraint. He saw the supple planes of her back, and that was all it took, really. He’d taken her on her stomach first, a satisfying, lazy fuck that he couldn’t hold himself from coming early. That didn’t mean he was done, by any means, just momentarily winded. His mouth worked just fine to bring her to peak.

Seeing his own seed dribble out of her pretty cunt was enough to make him hard all over again. He feasted on her for breakfast, smearing his come over her pearl and cleaning it off nice and clean. He loved the way she tasted when she released against his mouth—loved the way his own release tasted when mixed with her slick. Delving his tongue deep, hands gripping her fleshy backside as he was torn between lapping up his own seed from her or pushing it further in. Gods, it was obscene. That made him all the more feral to go again. Everything was so warm when he slipped himself back inside. Whatever possessed him that day was unknown to either of them.

It was frantic, breathy—short strokes that were brief but hard enough to make her eyes roll back. Cregan held himself up via the backboard, thankful more and more every day that he’d chosen the sturdiest design imaginable as he snapped his hips against her ass. His wife was a thorough mess, mewling inconsolably as the sensitivity from her last release was front and center. She came again as his cockhead hit that spot like a bullseye.

They took a respite, thankfully. Cregan had never felt himself so drained of seed before. But, back to where we were: "You can take it.” He murmurs into the quiet of their chambers, eyes trained down where he’d connected to his wife for the third—no, maybe fourth time since they’d risen that day. He’d lost count, much like she had. It felt pointless to keep track anyway. All that mattered was that it felt good. Filling her deep, slow, teeth dug into her calf over his shoulder just to ground himself and remember where he was. The Lord of Winterfell was cunt-drunk beyond belief.

This time, his thrusts were deliberate, keen, and languid. He was fucking her. Making love. Making heirs. Pushing his come as deep as it could go and satiating his urge to breed her until she was round with the litter of her Lord Wolf. She was on her back, by the edge of the bed, eyes locked on Cregan’s light eyes, her pupils equally as dilated as she watched him take his time with her. “You—have a meeting today.” Huh. He did.

“Don’t care.” He grunts, thumbs pushing into the back of her thighs. His brows were furrowed in concentration, only seeing the sweat gathering on her clavicle, the flush of her cheeks, the way her nails were digging into the sheets—the tunnel vision was going to make him bust. “You’re forgetting.” She moans, head tilting back. “Forgetting—mmmh! Forgetting your responsibility to your bannermen.” Cregan bit her calf harder at the mention of them. “I don’t care. I’ll slit the throat of any man who dares remove me from your perfect cunt, wife.” He rasps, now briefly recalling that he was supposed to attend first thing in the morning. Ah, well, too late now.

“You’d better fill me then, my Lord husband.” She giggles, delighted at the prospect of having him all to herself for the day. “If we’re going to spend the afternoon making pups, we’d better not disappoint them.” His eyes flick up at her face as he pauses his deep thrust, squeezing her thighs in his large hands. A rumble of a sultry laugh emits from his chest. “Your womb will take all that I give it, woman. I’ll make sure of that.”

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[won4kiss]

── ❝ ꒰ 𝒜𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑀 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸ ﹙ 이희승 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ established relationship ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your boyfriend gets into a fight .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1589 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ violence ៸ mentions of blood & injuries ៸ badboy trope!! ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —happy heeseung dayyyy!! no amount of words can explain how much i love him!! the loml <33 (ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

LEE HEESEUNG WASN’T THE KIND OF BOYFRIEND ANYONE HAD EXPECTED YOU TO HAVE.

everyone in school knew his reputation—he was the typical bad boy, sharp edges and icy stares, with a cigarette often hanging loosely from his lips and tattoos decorating his forearms.

people moved out of his way when he walked down the hall, not wanting to catch his eye.

he was feared, whispered about, and avoided.

but you? you on the other hand were the complete opposite—shy, quiet, and sweet.

it was no secret that you were heeseung’s girlfriend, and because of that, no one dared to mess with you.

until today, unfortunately.

it was just an average day, a regular lunch break, or at least it had started that way.

you were sitting at your usual table with a couple of friends, eating and listening to the chatter around you.

heeseung wasn’t with you—he rarely was during lunch.

he liked to spend that time outside, usually skipping or hanging with his own friends, giving you space but always watching from a distance. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

you knew he was never far—you always felt safe, knowing he was around.

but today, something felt very off.

a new student had recently transferred to your school—minho, a cocky, obnoxious guy who had quickly earned a reputation for being a jerk.

he had a habit of making everyone around him uncomfortable, especially girls—and today, he had his eyes set on you.

you were sitting quietly, your head down as you picked at your food, when you noticed him walking toward your table.

your stomach twisted, a sinking feeling settling in as he slid into the seat beside you without asking.

you immediately tensed, your fingers tightening around your fork.

“hey, you’re that quiet girl, right?” minho’s voice was bold, dripping with arrogance as he leaned in too close, invading your personal space.

“lee heeseung’s girl, right? i don’t see what he sees in you.”

your heart sped up, panic rising in your chest as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“uh, i’m—” you stammered, trying to inch away from him, but he only moved closer, his knee bumping against yours.

“i don’t get it,” minho continued, completely ignoring the way you were clearly uncomfortable.

“you’re way too shy, too… delicate for someone like him. maybe you need someone who knows how to treat you better.”

your friend, sitting across from you, shot minho a warning glare. “she’s not interested asshole. back off.”

but minho didn’t seem to care—he laughed, the sound grating on your nerves.

“why don’t you let her speak for herself, huh?” he turned his gaze back to you, his eyes dark with something that made your skin crawl.

“what do you say, sweetheart? how about you ditch that psycho boyfriend of yours and hang out with a real man?”

your hands started to shake, your throat tightening as you tried to find your voice. “please just leave… i’m not—”

before you could finish, minho leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered something vile, something so inappropriate that your entire body went rigid with shock.

and that’s when you heard it—footsteps—heavy, deliberate footsteps approaching fast.

you didn’t even have time to turn before you saw heeseung, his expression dark and dangerous as he grabbed minho by the collar and pulled him out of his seat.

the entire cafeteria seemed to go silent.

everyone knew heeseung had a temper, but they’d rarely seen him like this.

“say that again,” heeseung growled, his voice low and menacing as he lifted minho off the ground, his fist clenched tightly around the front of minho’s shirt. “i dare you.”

minho’s painted on act faded instantly.

his cocky smirk disappeared as he realized just how serious heeseung was, but instead of backing down, he chucked.

“what’s the matter, heeseung? can’t handle someone else talking to your girl? she doesn’t seem to mind—”

that was all it took.

before you could even process what was happening, heeseung’s fist connected with minho’s face.

the sound of the punch echoed through the cafeteria, and you gasped, your heart leaping into your throat.

heeseung hit him again, and again, and again, his knuckles splitting open from the force of the impact.

minho didn’t even have time to fight back—he was already dazed, blood trickling from his nose and mouth as heeseung knocked him to the ground.

“heeseung, stop!” you cried out, panic rising in your chest as you watched the scene unfold in desperation.

but he didn’t hear you—he was lost in his anger, his eyes dark and wild as he prepared to throw another punch.

you scrambled to your feet, rushing toward him, your hands shaking as you reached out and grabbed his arm.

“please, heeseung, stop! he’s done— see!” your voice cracked as tears filled your eyes, your heart pounding painfully in your chest.

for a moment, heeseung didn’t move, his fist still clenched, ready to strike again.

but then you did the only thing you could think of—you wrapped your arms around him from behind, pulling him into a desperate back hug.

“heeseung, please,” you whispered, your voice trembling as tears streamed down your cheeks. “stop. it’s over. please.”

something shifted in him then—you could feel it.

the tension in his muscles slowly began to release, his clenched fist relaxing as your words broke through the haze of his anger.

he took a deep, shuddering breath, his body still shaking as he dropped his arm to his side.

you didn’t let go, your face buried against his back as you tried to calm your own racing heart.

heeseung turned slightly, his breath ragged as he finally looked down at minho—almost unconscious and a bloodied broken nose on the ground.

a flicker of regret crossed his face, but it was quickly masked by his usual hardened expression.

he turned toward you then, his eyes softening as he saw your tear-streaked face.

without saying a word, he took your hand and led you out of the cafeteria filled with whispers and cameras pointed at you, his grip firm but gentle as he guided you to his car in the parking lot.

the moment you were both inside, he reached over and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cried against his chest.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you.”

you shook your head, still trembling as you clung to him. “i was just so scared… i thought you wouldn’t stop.”

heeseung sighed, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back as he held you close.

“i know, baby. i get like that sometimes… when i’m angry, i just… i lose control.”

his voice was thick with emotion, his usual care free aura gone as he spoke to you softly, like he was afraid of breaking you.

“but i’ll get help, okay? i don’t want to be like that around you. i promise i’ll do better.”

you pulled back slightly, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand as you looked up at him.

“i just don’t want you to hurt yourself… or anyone else. i’m grateful you stood up for me, but… you can’t let yourself get lost in your anger like that.”

heeseung nodded, his eyes full of guilt as he reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “i know, and i’ll try. for you.”

you finally let out a small, shaky laugh, and heeseung smiled softly, relief washing over him as he heard the sound.

“there’s my pretty girl,” he said, his voice warm as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

his hands were still shaking slightly as he cupped your face, but the worst of the storm had passed.

you glanced down at his knuckles then, your heart sinking as you saw the cuts and bruises painting his skin. “heeseung… your hands.”

without thinking, you gently took one of his hands in yours, lifting it to your lips and pressing soft kisses to the torn skin.

he watched you with a mix of awe and affection, his chest tightening at the sight of you caring for him so sweetly.

“you didn’t have to do that,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes as you kissed the back of his hand again. “but thank you.”

heeseung smiled, his expression softening as he leaned down to kiss you—slow and softly, his lips moving gently against yours.

when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, “i’d do anything for you.”

you smiled back at him, the tension in your chest finally easing as you realized that despite everything, he wasn’t the monster everyone thought he was.

he was just… heeseung—rough around the edges, for sure not perfect, but always protective, always caring when it came to you.

“just… try not to knock anyone out next time, okay?” you teased lightly, the corners of your mouth lifting into a small smile.

heeseung chuckled softly, the sound low and soothing as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“i’ll do my best, but no promises,” he said, his tone playful now. “especially if some asshole tries to mess with my girl.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing despite yourself “you’re impossible, lee heeseung.”

“and you love me for it.”

you couldn’t argue with that.

© won4kiss 2024

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[nottsangel]

could u do one about how you and theodore would go to bed/how he would hold you and what’d he’d say? (me bc i need him so bad) 😍😍😍😍 anywayyyy hope you have a great dayyyy thanks for reading bessss

though it isn’t always visible, theo has a deep fear of losing you, so when you are in bed together late at night, he’d hold you as close to him as possible, both his arms and legs tightly wrapped around your body. you would be able to feel all his muscles relax the moment he pulls you in his embrace, his worries and troubles gradually melting away as you hear his heartbeat slowing down. he would place soft kisses on your head and remain mostly quiet, savouring each second as he fully relaxes in your arms. however, now and then, he’d whisper soft ti amo’s and i love you’s as he slowly drifts to sleep, the scent of his cologne and fresh toothpaste filling your senses and making you feel safe in his arms.

[mncxbe]

Ow heck yeah, just read your announcement and I'm here to request for classic cheating dazai (spicy number 6) 🙇‍♀️ please bless us with your magic fics, thank you so much ily have a great dayyyy

this man is such a red flag I love him♡ ty for requesting sweet nonnie hope you have a wonderful day too

6 — Cheating on their girlfriends with you (TW: cheating)

Dazai's hips halt flush against your ass as he picked up the phone "Hey baby" he said casually, as if he weren't balls deep inside you right now "How was work?"

You could hear his girlfriend's chirpy voice on the other side of the line, telling him every silly little detail about her day and you huffed impatiently, looking over your shoulder to see Dazai's sly grin. The man raised a finger to his lips, signaling you to keep quiet as he experimentally rolled his hips against yours. Kneadind the fat of your ass with his free hand, he then trailed it down to your lower back, deepening your arch– moans slipped from your lips as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

"Keep it down, bella" he whispered, gathering your hair in a pony tail and hoisting your chest off the mattress. Using it as leverage Dazai picked up the pace, his hips snapping against yours, ripping choked, breathy moans from you. "Aah fuck– 'samu"

Dazai, love, are you listening to me? Is everything ok?

"Yes, baby, don't worry I'm just a bit tired. Today's mission was pretty hard, but I promise we'll talk when I get home tomorrow" he mused, his eyes glued on the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock.

Oh okay then... I'll let you sleep. Goodnight Osamu, I love you. See you tomorrow

He hung up the phone without saying another word, throwing it on the crumpled sheets next to you. "What, 'samu? Aren't you gonna tell your girl you l-love her too ah shit—?" you taunted the man, earning a harsh slap on your ass. Dazai flipped you onto your back, pushing your thighs flush against your chest, his eyes taking in the sight of your slick cunt. He drew loose circles on your puffy clit with his thumb, relishing the way you writhed and mewled under him. You were so goddamn beautiful and sweet.

"Don't be silly, 'donna" he smiled, bringing his face closer to yours– his hot, ragged breath fanning over your lips as he eagerly slipped back inside you, his tip nudged snug against your sweet spot. When he started moving his thrusts were painfully deep, hungry, desperate even but his gaze held nothing but affection for you "She can go fuck herself, 'donna. You're the only girl I love"

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[koolades-world]

hey! I really like your writing and was curious if you ever did a brothers react to an MC w/ dermatillomania? Like, an MC who might pick at their skin/scabs when they’re stressed or overwhelmed or just bored.

Thank you <33 have a fantastic dayYyY

~ Anon

hi! sure thing :)

i honestly didn't know that was a thing but i've been doing this my wholeeeee life. did some research and everything makes so much sense now. i pick at my lips the most without even thinking about it, and i only realize when i find dried blood on my hands later, but i'm also really bad with picking at my acne and cuticles too. working on this request has made me hyper aware about just how much i actually do it. usually, i just try to keep my hands busy but that can only do so much. next time i go to the doctors, i'll bring it up if i remember haha. thank you anon!

enjoy <3

Mc with Dermatillomania

Lucifer

no matter the cause, his door is always open if you want to chat

he's got connections everywhere in the devildom if you find human world treatments aren't really helping

whenever he sees pens out while shopping that look like you'd play with, he buys

that way, when you write, you'll be just a little more likely to play with the pen instead of pick

Mammon

the first time you showed up with a bleeding lip, he was so worried

he was ready to beat up whoever did it to you

it sure was a shock for him to learn that you did it without thinking about it

tries his best to help you out, but also always has tissues on hand to clot the bleeding

Levi

i feel like he'd also pick at his skin

he knows saying to just stop picking doesn't help and can get annoying

so, if he realizes either of you are picking, he'll try to get your hands or mind busy

has lots of fidget toys for you to pick from!

Satan

lowkey i also feel like he would pick especially with his cuticles

he didn't know his actions could be explained, and just thought it was a thing he did until you showed up

you've only been a positive light in his life

eternally grateful for you

Asmo

tries his best to help you out where he can!

if you're taking meds, he makes sure you've had them every night

if you're picking, he'll hold your hands to keep them busy

he only wants the best for you!

Beel

he doesn't quite understand it at first

but of course, he's a great listener and soon he's an expert just like you!

if he even sees you getting worked up and picking more, he helps you calm down

anything for you <3

Belphie

he's pretty blunt with his approach of trying to help

like asmo, he'll hold you hands, but he yanks them instead

his goal is to totally put your attention on him instead

it's a win-win, what's not to like?

[cherryredstars]

Oh my stars helllooo!!! I LOVE LOVE LOOVVEEE all of your Miguel work and I was wondering if you could do some punk!reader one shots??

I always come across super cute Miguel one shots, but it gets kinda hard to imagine myself as such a soft girly reader when I’m always so opposite ya know??

It doesn’t have to be anything specific, it could be smut or not but it the reader was able to be more alternative and like punk/goth?

Stuff like face piercings, colored hair, scary or like more elaborate makeup with big eyeliner, or like a reader that gets in a lot of fights and people are more like afraid of ya know? Just something that’s a little more alternative.

I’m sorry if this is such a weird and big ask!! I’d really appreciate it if you have the time!! I hope your 2024 is good so far and have a good dayyyy!!!!!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Punk!fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing

A/N: Today is all for you, love!!!

Not Edited :(

You are going to break this mirror.

You glare into your reflection, then cursing as it smudges your still-wet eyeliner. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes in a futile attempt to calm your raging nerves. You smile slightly, opening your eyes and leaning towards the bathroom mirror again. Your lips thin in concentration as your frustratingly shaky hand comes to your eyelid, liquid eyeliner in your grasp.

As you press the tip to where you left off, Miguel walks into the bathroom. He means no harm when he walks in to wrap his arms around you, but him trying to scoot in between you and the door causes him to bump against your body. You gasp as your body jolts, your hand jerking up with the movement. Your mouth gapes as you stare into your reflection, a wobbly line of black eyeliner trailing from your eyelid and past your eyebrow piercing. The line goes straight into the hairline near your temple, ruining your perfect base.

You drop the eyeliner into the sink, your hands opening. Your nostrils flare as you look into your reflection, your hands making a claw-like shape as you imagine strangling the man behind you. The look of frustration disappears scarily fast. A sickly sweet smile appears on your face as you look at Miguel's reflection. You tilt your head to the side, blinking rapidly as your hands clap together. The loud noise fills the bathroom and Miguel rubs the back of his neck in guilt.

He gulps, meeting your eyes through the mirror, "Sorry."

"Miguel," You breath out, turning to him slowly with your tight-lipped smile.

"Yes?" He replies meekly, already knowing what's to come.

"Get out!" You burst, moving to push him out the door.

He grunts from your pure strength, moving backwards before grabbing the frame of the door to stop you from shoving him out completely. You huff as he doesn't move, his knuckles white from his grip. You cross your arms, cheeks puffing up in anger. You have nasty glare on your face, and Miguel second guesses himself.

"What?" You ask, your tone is all business.

"I-" Miguel starts as you raise your pierced brow, "I'm sorry. Let me help you. You've been in here for like, 30 minutes."

Your body relaxes for a second, thinking it over. Your tongue flicks over your snake bites before you sigh. You walk over to the toilet, putting the seat down before sitting on it. You reach over to the sink, leaning over it and grabbing your eyeliner and a makeup wipe. You hold both out to Miguel, a displeased look on your face.

Miguel smiles slightly to himself, walking over and grabbing the two items. His hand comes to your chin, tilting your face up. He has a look of concentration on his face as he gently wipes away the line of eyeliner. You stare into his face, a teasing glare on your face that he chuckles at.

"It's supposed to look like the other one, right?" He whispers, the outer palm of his hand resting against your cheek as he hovers the eyeliner over your eyelid.

You're about to nod, but with the eyeliner so close to your face you stop yourself. "Yup. Don't ruin it."

Miguel's lips thin as he twists his hand, and you close your eyes. You keep them relaxed, trying to not move your eye too much behind the lid. Miguel hesitates before he commits, attempting to draw the line at the same angle and ending it at the same place. You can feel the wet brush glide against your skin, and your eyes open the moment the sensation goes away.

Miguel is leaning back, his hand still on your chin as he looks between the other wing and the line he made. He nods to himself in accomplishment, leaning towards your face again. You close your eyes again, and the feeling of the brush against your lid comes back soon after. It glides back down, meeting the already dried part that is covering the majority of your eyelid closest to your lashes. Miguel leans back again, and you open your eyes. Miguel scolds you, telling you to close your eyes. You do so quickly, just for Miguel to change his mind and tell you to open them again.

You give him an unamused look as his eyes skip to one of your eyes to the other. He sucks on his cheek, before nodding and moving back towards your face. You close your eyes one last time as Miguel fills in the large wing, waiting a few more seconds even after he's pulled away to make sure it dries a bit so it doesn't transfer anywhere it shouldn't be.

"Is it okay?" Miguel asks when you finally open your eyes.

You push yourself off of the toilet, moving past Miguel to go to the mirror. You lean into your reflection, tilting your head side to side to study each wing. You hum in surprise. He actually did a good job. You smile slightly at your reflection, the frustration of not being able to complete the second wing finally dissipating.

"Yeah." You say softly, "You did really good big guy."

You can practically feel Miguel beaming behind you, his chest puffed out in pride. You laugh, turning to him and beckoning him towards you. He comes quickly, and you cup his cheek to lower his face so you can kiss his cheek. His eyes close happily, a smile on his face as you pull away. You huff out in amusement as the dark color of your lipstick stains his cheek. You grab the makeup wipe he used and rub at the mark.

"Next time you make me mess up my makeup," You say as you clean his face, "I'll kill you."

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Well, this isn't fun anymore.

You sigh as you toe at a pebble on the street. The curb is uncomfortable under your ass, but you sit and wait patiently. The night chill doesn't really bother you anymore, but you know your face is flushed from the wind. You lean forward, your elbow resting against your knee as you rest your chin on your palm. The bent position of your hand makes your bruised knuckles ache slightly, but you kinda like the pain so you ignore it. You can wear footsteps, but you don't look up as the person stops behind you.

"I was only in the bathroom for a minute. How did you get into a fight?" A familiar voice asks you.

You shrug like a little kid getting reprimanded on the playground, continuing to play with the pebble. Miguel sighs, and you can already picture him running his fingers through his hair. Miguel shuffles before he sits besides you, and you lean your head against his bicep. His hand comes up gently, taking yours. His fingers brush over your bruised knuckles, and you scrunch your face up at the sore feeling. Miguel sighs once again.

"He was being an asshole." You mumble after a moment of silence, pulling your hand away from him. "He said he wanted a piece of me, so I gave him some. Handsy fucker."

Miguel's lips thin, trying not to chuckle. He shakes his head, leaning back on his hands as he looks up at the dark sky. You keep your head on his shoulder, playing with your lip rings. Silence envelopes the two of you, and Miguel's large hand cradles the side of your head.

"He had a nasty fucking nose bleed. Think you broke his nose or something." He comments suddenly, his eyes darting down to you.

You shrug again, eyes downcast. "Deserved it."

Miguel finally lets out a chuckle, sitting up again and pressing a kiss to your hair.

"Large fucker, too. Did a number on him."

You perk up, sensing the underlining tones of praise in his statement. You smile, turning your head at him as you nod excitedly.

"I know right! I got him really good!"

Miguel smiles at you, tilting his head to the side as he moves some hair out of your face. "Yeah, you did. Good job, baby."

You smile at his praise, pride surging through your body. You tilt your chin up, self-satisfaction radiating off of you. Miguel shakes his head in amusement, pushing himself off of the pavement and into a standing position. He dusts the back of his pants off, holding his other hand out for you. You reach out, a loud slap filling the silent night as your hands clap together and he hauls you up. You dust your pants off with one of your hands as Miguel holds on gently to your bruised one. Once you're ready to go, Miguel loops his arm over your shoulders, pulling you to his side as he begins to walk down the street. You're thankful for the warmth, not realizing how much the cold really was getting to you.

"Sorry, for ruining date night." You say as the two of you walk, looking up at his face.

His eyes dart to your face, a lazy smile on his face. "It's okay, I wasn't really in the mood to go to a bar anyways."

You smile slightly, looking forward again, but quickly looking back up when Miguel starts talking again.

"But, if you really want to make it up to me," He teases, "you can let me help you redye your hair when we get home. Oh, and put some frozen peas on that hand."

Part 2

He secretly loves when you get into fights so he can baby you after.

[mccormickgf]

I LOVE UR YUNA LAYOUT SM!! its sooo nice to see some kpop stans around here😭😭 anyways, could i req main 4 w a fem reader that smokes cigs a lot? thank you and have a good dayyyy<3

eric, kyle, stan, & kenny with a girlfriend who smokes cigarettes

warnings: fem!reader, smoking + drug use mentions

note: i apologize if there’s any typos or weird sentences, i wrote this with a migraine 😭 kpop and south park fans unite lollll i hope you enjoy <3

Eric Cartman:

• deep down, he’s completely unbothered by your smoking. as long as it’s not in the house, he doesn’t care.

• but he’ll make you think he cares.

• the second you light up a smoke when you’re around him, cartman’s already fake coughing.

• “eric… i just lit it, and the smokes not even going towards you!”

• “YOU’RE GIVING ME ASTHMA, WOMAN!”

• “THAT’S NOT EVEN HOW IT WORKS!”

• he doesn’t really notice the smell of it on your clothes or on your breath, thankfully.

• you’d never hear the end of it if he did.

• but god forbid you ever ask him if he wants to try it.

• he literally acts like you’re trying to murder him.

• he calls his mom, kyle, kenny, stan, butters, every single person in his contacts just to tell them that you’re ‘trying to get him addicted to drugs and kill him’.

• but once he gets bored of driving you insane with all this, he does get used to it.

• he does still make comments occasionally, though. but dating cartman, you’re already pretty used to that.

Kyle Broflovski:

• to be completely honest, he hates that you smoke.

• he doesn’t really mind when kenny smokes weed around him, but the smell of cigarettes makes his stomach churn.

• plus, he knows the health risks that come with smoking and doesn’t want you to experience any of them.

• you two have definitely gotten into small arguments about it where he’s trying to get you to quit, but you don’t want to and/or can’t.

• for his sake, you’ve tried to quit, but the withdrawals are too much to handle.

• between the urges, the moodiness, and the restlessness— it was safe to say it was the worst week of both of your lives.

• you couldn’t even be in the same room as each other without you snapping at him that he was ‘breathing weirdly’.

• after that, he gave up on asking you to quit. you did compromise a little bit and smoke less.

• he doesn’t like it, but as long as you smoke outside the house and away from him, he keeps his mouth shut for your sake.

Stan Marsh:

• in my opinion, he definitely smokes.

• so having a girlfriend who also smokes would have very few negatives.

• he doesn’t have to worry about smoking around you and you being bothered by it.

• and you both can smoke together without worrying that the other will be grossed out.

• you two spend a lot of nights in his room, the window open, smoking together while you watch cuddle and watch TV.

• probably the only negative is when you guys mix up your packs. accidentally smoking his instead of yours, and vice versa.

• but overall, it’s pretty great.

Kenny McCormick:

• kenny smokes too, but he smokes weed instead of cigarettes.

• he’s tried cigs, but he isn’t a big fan of the taste.

• but he definitely doesn’t mind you smoking them if you don’t mind him smoking weed.

• you both go on a lot of late night drives, smoking together, stopping at gas stations to get cheap snacks, and listening to music.

• there aren’t really any negatives. kenny loves that he can smoke with you.

[geonwooz]

♡ ARGUMENTS WITH HONG WOOJIN + KIM GUNWOO

bf!woojin + bf!gunwoo x reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, major angst, established relationship, mentions of arguments, mentions of food, swearing, crying | request : hello. i was wondering if you could write something about an argument with hong woojin. maybe a headcanon or a scenario, whichever you prefer. thanks ^^ + your writing is so good 😭😭😭 please do how they would react to getting in a argument for the first time!!! have a nice dayyyy

“baby, i’m home! i’m sorry i was late. gunwoo was hungry, so we went–”

woojin’s words fizzled out, a string of curses leaving his lips ever-so-softly as his gaze landed on the dining table.

his favorite foods were prettily plated, practically covering the table with how much food there was.

the cinnamon-scented candles he loved were lit across the room, making his heart melt because he knew how much you didn’t like them but still used them for him.

the curses only continued when his eyes fell on you, seeing the way you had fallen asleep while waiting for him.

you wore one of his hoodies over the red dress he bought for you, having opted for comfort to huddle on the sofa while you waited for his arrival.

his heart fell as he saw the tear stains on your face, realising you had cried. i’m fucking stupid. what have i done? he wondered as he looked at you, not knowing what to do.

broken between waking you up and carrying you to bed, woojin chose the former, not wanting you to go to bed without eating anything.

“y/n, my love...” he softly called, pulling you out of your drowsy state. “hey–”

your gaze set into a glare as you saw your boyfriend, shaking his hand off you.

your attempt to hide away in your room failed when woojin held onto your arm, pulling you closer to him.

“let me go.” your voice was barely audible, afraid it’d crack if you were to yell. “i want to be alone right now, woojin.”

“i-i know i messed up, babe.” he sighed, dragging his hands over his face. “i’m really sorry, and i promise i’ll make it up to you. let’s have dinner and talk, okay? please–”

you pulled your hand away from his grasp, twisting it free. “i’m tired of your apologies, woojin. every single time, it’s the same story. you forget, you apologise, and you expect me to forgive you,” you cried, the tears running down your face.

woojin stayed quiet, not knowing how to make things right. it was true. he was always forgetful of things, and it affected your relationship at times. he took a deep breath, seeing the way you cried harder at his silence.

“i went to my graduation alone. i went to your aunt’s restaurant's opening alone. you stood me up on our dates several times. it was just me doing things couples do for half of our relationship, and i never said anything!”

“y/n, truly, i am–”

“don't say you are sorry if you don't mean it, woojin.” you shook your head. “because if you really cared, you would've remembered that today was our three-year anniversary.”

you wiped away your tears, taking a deep breath before turning on your heel. you walked to your room, shutting the door behind you so you could break down in peace.

woojin sat outside, leaning against the door. he felt his heart break as he heard your pained sobs, realizing he fucked up majorly this time around.

even though he knew he didn't deserve someone as caring and patient as you, hong woojin wasn't going to stop until he did everything in his power to gain your trust back again.

“jagiya, seriously. it’s nothing. don’t worry about it, okay? i’m fine.”

gunwoo assured, knowing he was going to have a hard time convincing you with his words as he saw your frown.

you crossed your arms over your chest, taking a deep breath. “it’s not boxing season, woo. bruises i can brush off, but those cuts i cannot. what’s going on?” you asked, trying your best not to raise your voice.

“don’t worry about it, really, jagiya. please.”

“fine. if you won’t answer my questions, then i won’t ask any.”

gunwoo’s brows furrowed, skeptical of your sudden change in response. he waited for you to continue, but you simply walked away, leaving him even more confused.

he didn’t want to leave you in the dark like this. he really didn’t.

but when president choi made him promise not to tell you anything, especially considering you were his granddaughter, gunwoo really had no choice but to keep quiet about his work.

as he stood in the middle of the room, occupied by his thoughts, gunwoo was pulled out of his trance when you walked out of your room, pulling along with you a suitcase.

“jagiya, what’s this?” his voice was an octave lower, brows raised as he looked between you and your luggage. “you aren’t really leaving, are you?”

you kept quiet, not even having the courage to look at his face. you knew you’d crumble down into tears the second you saw his face, and it’d definitely result in both of you crying.

“y/n … please. talk to me.”

“if you aren’t answering my questions, kim gunwoo-ssi,” you stated, making him wince at how you used his full name. “i don’t think i’d have to answer yours either.”

gunwoo watched you walk out of your shared apartment, tears filling his eyes as he fisted his hands by his side.

he wanted to run after you; he wanted to tell you the truth; he wanted you to stay.

but the reason he was hiding everything from you was for your own safety. he promised your grandfather he’d keep you safe no matter what.

and if keeping you safe meant letting you go, kim gunwoo would do so — even if it resulted in the two of you getting heartbroken in the process.

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

[mxqdii]

hiiii i saw ur chris fic with 'I can see you' and was wondering if u could write one for matt with the song 'you are in love'

I love ur writing so much hope u have a good dayyyy 💗

you are in love - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: after dating for awhile, the little moments make reader realize, she's in love.

warning(s): kissing, fluff.

a/n: absolutely sobbing i love this song and thinking of MATT WITH IT??? thank you for requesting this love&lt;3

not proofread

i groan, sitting up seeing the time 11:47PM

there's no use, i just can't sleep. i look over to my boyfriend matt, sleeping peacefully, making me smile.

i get up to put my shoes on but feel someone grab my wrist, looking back seeing matt, sitting up and looking at me.

one look in that dark room is all it took, matt grabbing his keys as i grab my coat.

the car ride filled with his lighthearted jokes and small talk as he pulls up to our usual coffee spot, the time now being midnight.

we order and sit down outside, admiring eachother.

i look down at his chain seeing how bright the light is reflecting off of it, confusion filling my eyes.

"look up" he says, snapping me out of my trance seeing the bright sky filled with stars and a full moon.

the drive home was filled with a silence i could feel, something felt different.

we get home to the completely dark house, giggling our way upstairs, trying to keep quiet.

we make it to matt's bedroom finally, that silence, his arms, everything overtaking me

one of those feelings being realization, i would never tell him this but i knew what it was.

i'm in true love.

the next morning comes sooner then expected, except i wake up alone, and not in matt's arms.

i smell breakfast cooking downstairs and i check my phone seeing the day sunday.

i put matts shirt on heading downstairs.

"goodmorning, you sleep well?" he says with a smile and i laugh at the catastrophe he's made in the kitchen

"is that my shirt?" he says and i ignore his question by asking him one.

"so you kept your word huh? you making breakfast every sunday?" i ask with a smile and he nods, handing me a plate

i smile at the burnt toast he hands me.

finishing breakfast, we take a walk on the sidewalk of the beach, bickering and talking, our hands interlocked the whole time.

we walk for what feels like hours, not even noticing that the sun has started to go down.

spending the day with matt being all i've ever wanted.

we continue our walk, heading to the beach instead of walking on the sidewalks.

we sit on the sand, overlooking the water together and i start to think about us, me and matt.

i think- i think i love him, but does he? is it too soon to say it?

i get snapped out of my trance by matt tackling me, us rolling on the sand together in a fit of laughter.

"matt! stop!" i say in between laughs as he hovers over me with a strange look on his face as our laughter dies down.

"what?" i ask, quietly.

"you're my best friend" he says, looking me in the eyes with pure passion.

and even though i didn't wanna get my hopes up, i knew what it was.

he is in love.

that was yesterday.

my feelings scare me, i can't put them into words, so i've been at my house avoiding it all.

checking the time, it's now midnight. i can't do this anymore, i need to tell him.

driving to matts house, the only sound being the pouring rain, the roads being completely dark, the adrenaline and need to see him and tell him

i pull into the driveway, getting out of my car and making view with matts window

i know its cheesy, but the only thing i could think of doing was throwing rocks at his window.

i grab ones small enough to make a noise, but not enough to break the window.

after a few rocks hit the window, i see him open his window looking down at me with sleepy eyes and a smile

"matt i- come down i feel like an idiot." i yell and he closes his window.

the front door opens after a minute and i run up to him hugging him.

a hug that didn't make me realize anything, a hug that confirmed everything.

the picture of me in his phone case, the midnight coffee runs, it was all so simple i've just never seen it.

i can hear it in the silence, i can feel it when he drives me home, i can see it with the lights out, i'm in love, true love.

the rain falling down my face mixed with the tears aren't much, but it said enough.

"matt i love you, and i didn't know how to put it into words but now i see how clear it is, it's you matt, it always has been, i love you, i'm in love with you." i confess.

" i know baby, i love you too, more then you'll ever know." he says, cupping my cheek and kissing me.

the kiss feeling like the first one i've ever had, a kiss i'll never forget.

i pull away, him putting our foreheads against each other.

i laugh, my tears having a different meaning then they did before, walking up to my car playing the first song i can think of

you are in love by taylor swift

i look over to him and he rolls his eyes

"really?" he says in a sarcastic tone

"cmonnn you know you want to" i tease and he laughs

we interlock hands, dancing, completely drenched at midnight, having the time of our lives.

kicking water at eachother, laughing, dancing, yelling.

this is all i'll ever needed.

we're in love.

[slvtrlv]

IF YOUR REQUEST R STILL OPEN I WOULD ABSOLUTELY DIE FOR No.10 "did you just kiss me?" FOR RAFAEL BARBA

Ps I adore ur writing!!! Have a good dayyyy

~ TAKE YOU TO INFINITY ~

Relationship: Rafael Barba x Female Reader

Warning: language, drinking, but it’s fluff so chill

Words: ???

A/N: me and the character do not own the song by Lana del rey, it’s just my inspiration & fly of my imagination. I love her songs and do not want to offend her.

- A party? - I asked Sonny.

- Yes, we have successfully closed the case and now we can afford at least some rest - my partner grinned.

I've always liked Sonny, he was the life of the company and just an amazing partner. I started working at SVU not so long ago and it meant a lot to me that I was invited too.

Parties with colleagues were rare because there was a lot to do at work.

In fact, I was worried as if I was going to take another exam again, although the exam is already over, I proved myself well in this matter and deserved to party.

- Guys, congratulations to everyone, everyone has worked hard and good. I'm waiting at 7 in the bar, without delay - Liv says with a huge smile on her face - And whoever is late will sing country songs - She laughed and went towards the elevator

I started packing so I could run home and change my clothes. Walking to the exit, someone called out to me. He.

- Y/N can I give you a ride? - he asked.

- No, thanks. I'll can go on my own - I said politely, trying to leave as quickly as possible.

He. It was one of the defendant's defenders. Gabe. Of course, we crossed paths while working on the case, and then in court, but his persistence did not give me peace of mind. I tried to hint to him that I already have someone, but that didn't stop him. And maybe I know why.

Catching a taxi, I quickly get in, that he did not have time to catch me.

——————————-2 hours later. —————————

It didn't take long to have a quick snack and shower after a day at work. My favorite dress is just as good as the first time I celebrated my birthday earlier. Minimal makeup and I'm ready to move on to the first informal work party.

Moving into the bar, I began to remember the first times I was there.

It was literally a week after I started working in the department. Liv then made a great effort for Rafael Barba to take me under his wing.

And so, after a one of hard day, I find myself sitting with him in this bar. At that time, I had no plans for the evening, and just then Rafael called me for a couple of drinks to relieve the whole burden of the day.

But what about me? I didn't mind.

That day, I saw a different side of Rafael, not a working one, but a freer one. He turned out to be less of a grouch over a glass of whiskey. Well, I turned out to be not as shy as he thought before.

- Mis, may I ask for your ID? - The guard asked, pulling me out of my memories.

- Yes, of course - I said, handing him my ID.

I'll go inside, I checked the time and was surprised when I saw 18:28. I thought that on the contrary, I would come right at the appointed time.

There was nothing to do but sit at the bar and drink a couple of shots before everyone came.

"Where are you?"

-Rafael

"already in place," - I quickly typed with a smile on my face

"Behind the bar?

And stunning white dress with little flowers?"

-Rafael

- How are you... - I began in a low voice, but before I could finish, I felt a light touch on my shoulder.

- Hello there - Rafael smiled, sitting down next to me - What are you drinking?

- Oh, you scared me - I said lightly pushing his chest

- I’m Sorry, didn't expect you so early - he laughed. And I just smiled, God, he's so handsome in this white shirt and blue jeans, and when he takes off his lawyer mask.

- Try it - I said, pushing the one shot over to him. Rafael looked at me and knocked over the shot.

He made a face and said:

- Well, I've never tasted anything sweeter than this.

- Definitely , but the aftertaste is amazing - I told him.

- Excuse me, can I have 3 more of the same shots? - Rafa asked the bartender

- It'll be ready in a minute, sir - the golden retweeter boy replied with a smile.

We managed to drink our shots just as everyone arrived.

- I hope we didn't spoil the moment for you - Amanda grinned.

- don't get your hopes up - I replied and hugged her tightly.

Due to the fact that Amanda had to leave for a few days, I managed to miss our morning conversation over a cup of coffee.

- So, we order soon and start. I don't want to miss something because Sonny can't sit down - Liv said smiling.

Sonny looked at her like a guilty child and sat down next to Amanda. Then there was Liv, Rafi and I.

The evening went smoothly, music was playing in the bar, and we talked about everything that came to mind.

And it was amazing. I have never felt that colleagues can be not just friends, but just like a family. And I'm saying this because I had to work when I was at university to keep up with paying for the live. And believe me, there was a do-it-or-we-will-spit-in-your-face atmosphere at those jobs.

- Ladies and gentlemen, we invite you to go to the stage, today we will have special guests who will perform several songs - the DJ said

Everyone looked at each other except Liv and me.

- Did we come to the concert? - Sonny asked.

- Apparently so, - said Raphael, looking suspiciously at our visual communication with Liv

- Let’s go , you can't miss this - Liv said, and everyone followed her. Except for me. I went a little bit the other way, but also to the stage, just walking around it from the side.

I went up to DJ named Marcus and asked him for a microphone.

- I'm glad you agreed - Marcus said - by the way, you look amazing as always, Y/N.

- Thank you, and thank you for inviting me, I thought that after that performance in college I wouldn't be able to do this again, - I said and headed for the stage.

- I invite you to greet Y/N with the song "let me love you like a woman"

Deep breath. Exhale. and the stage light shifts to me.

- hi everyone, thanks for coming. Today I would like to perform one of my favorite songs, which I dedicate to the past, present and future, - I said into the microphone, looking at all the people and my friends.

My gaze settled on him.

And I started playing the first chords of the song on the piano.

I come from a small town, how 'bout you?

I only mention it 'cause I'm ready to leave LA

And I want you to come

Eighty miles north or south will do

I don't care where as long as you're with me

And I'm with you and you let me

Rafael's gaze was completely fixed on me. He didn't know that I was playing, that I was singing, and that I was performing

- Pinch me Sonny, I can't believe my eyes - Rafael said

- I don't believe what's going on right now too,man. But you're lucky, she sings amazing

Let me love you like a woman

Let me hold you like a baby

Let me shine like a diamond

Let me be who I'm meant to be

Talk to me in poems and songs

Don't make me be bittersweet

Let me love you like a woman

Let me hold you like a baby

Let me hold you like a baby

When Marcus asked me to sing in one of the bars, I did not know that I would perform a song that I had written in just a couple of days. Everything happened so quickly, and under the impression of an evening spent in the company of Rafael, I did not believe it myself when the sheet was filled with writing, and my hand was shaking with emotion.

I come from a small town far away

I only mention it 'cause I'm ready to leave LA

And I want you to come (And I need you to come)

I guess I could manage if you stay

It's just if you do, I can't see myself having any fun, so

Raphael and I spent the weekends l together. He invited me. On a date. The first, the second, the third, it doesn't matter. I've already lost count. But it was also unexpected, like the first time. And it's nice.

Let me love you like a woman

Let me hold you like a baby

Let me shine like a diamond

Let me be who I'm meant to be

Talk to me in songs and poems

Don't make me be bittersweet

Let me love you like a woman

Our feelings with Rafael were mutual and we took our time. We enjoyed every day we spent together, but this time it was different. On this day, he confessed his feelings:

- I know this may sound unexpected, and we agreed not to rush things, but I just can't keep it to myself and hide to you what I feel about you, Y/N - Rafael said when we were sitting on the couch in his living room.

I moved closer to him and took his hand

Take you to infinity

Let me love you like a woman (Let me hold you like a baby)

Take you to infinity

Let me love you like a woman (Let me hold you like a baby)

Take you to infinity

- I adore you. I adore your movements, your reflections, your actions, your ups and downs, I adore your manners, your sense of humor and your ability to support a person. I fall into complete amazement when I see your smile. Your laughs gives me goosebumps, this is the most pleasant laugh I've ever heard - he grinned when he remembered how much one post I read to him the one day made me laugh. - I admire when you come to work and drink your double espresso, although you didn’t like it. but it's the only thing that invigorates you, as you said.

- Don't remind me about espresso - I chuckled, and felt the tears begin to come.

Take you to infinity

Let me love you like a woman (Let me hold you like a baby)

Take you to infinity

Let me love you like a woman (Let me hold you like a baby)

Take you to infinity

- I would like to tell you about all the things that make you You , and what I admire, adores and loves about you- Rafael continued, slowly running circles over my shoulder - But I'm afraid it will take me infinity, and I already have plans for infinity..... With you. - He finished.

- Oh, Rafael, I'm going to cry now - I gently pushed him in the chest

And he hugged me. That’s was a unique moment

- I fell in love with you, and believe me, this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you, body and soul, most adently. And if you don't mind, I'd like you to be my girlfriend. - he concluded, looking into my eyes with such heartfelt warmth that tears from my eyes began to drip directly onto his fingertips, with which he tried to prevent the worldwide flood in his apartment.

We could get lost in the purple rain

Talk about the good ol' days

We could get high on some pink champagne

Baby, let me count the ways

Let me love you like a woman

Let me hold you like a baby

Let me shine like a diamond

Let me be who I'm meant to be

Talk to me in songs and poems

Don't make me be bittersweet

Let me love you like a woman

When I finished the last chords, I opened my eyes to find him. And he was here. He stood and looked at me with a look that only someone who wasn't in love wouldn't understand.

- Are you okay, Rafael? - Liv asked worriedly, touching his arm.

- Yes…, yes, I'm fine - Rafael muttered.

- She wanted it to be a surprise for you. And I'm so glad that she appeared in your life, - Liv said softly, leaving him alone.

I left the stage and headed to the bar to order a drink to calm my excitement.

- whiskey on the rocks, please - I ordered to the bartender.

While waiting for my order, I did not expect what coming next.

Gabe.

Where did he even come from?

- you're sexy when you put on dresse, you know - he began his speech as suddenly as his hand touched my ass.

- Excuse me?! What the heck are you think you’re doing?!- I replied sharply, starting to get angry and feel uncomfortable.

- Oh, come on, don’t pretend you’re innocent, look how you dressed up - he grinned, looking at me with his evil eyes - Wrap up and let's go, today I won't let you sleep - he summed up.

- Get your hands off her - pushing Gabe, Rafael said - She's with me, so fuck off, dude

God, thank you, thank you for coming.

I moved closer to Rafael, who blocked me from Gabe.

- what's the problem with Barba? Are you attracted to the young ones now? - Gabe snapped

- listen, I'm not going to tell you about what you just tried to do - said Rafael - I can bring quite a few problems into your life for such communication and actions towards a woman who is clearly not pleased with the way you behave with her - said Raphael

- Are we at work now or what? Are you going to threaten me? - Gabe began to raise his voice - I want her and she will leave with me. Who are you to her? A Husband? A Father?... that's right, no one, so get out of the way

- First of all, as you said, I am her husband, and only then an a.d.a lawyer who is able to put you in jail for harassment, so leave before you have legal problems, - Rafael said calmly

- Fuck you - Gabe replied and headed off into his damn sunset.

Rafael turned to me:

- How are you?

- It could be worse - I replied - Thanks for standing up for me.

He hugged me and whispered:

- I will never let anyone behave like this to you, and I will always protect you, mi amor

- I love you - I told him.

And he just kissed me, gently and sensually.

- I love you too, mi Vida - Rafael said, leaning against my forehead

- did you just kiss me? - I asked - I can get used to it.

- I don't mind kissing you every day. Every morning and every night - He replied, holding me tightly.

- You said you are my husband - I said softly.

- Yes, I'm sorry, it got a little ahead - he began to worry - i just wanted this jerk to get off of you as soon as possible...

- Yeah. I understand - I replied

- But I hope you won't mind if one day I propose to you - Rafi said

- One day, I will answer you "Yes" and I will be the happiest woman in the world, my love, - I told him and kissed him.

- And on the same day, I will become the happiest man in the world, mi vida - he said, hugging me.

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Hellooooo I just saw that you’re taking HH requestsssss!!! Also I hope you’re having an amazing dayyyy!! (Also take your time, no rush here hun)

Ok so a Lucifer x (f) reader where she and a few of her performance group get invited to do a dance for the king of hell himself and many others at a party with some of the most important figures of hell. The reader, while performing, catches Lucifer’s eye and so after the group performs Lucifer FINALLYY gains the courage to speak with her and appreciate her talent.

If you can do this that would be greatttt!!! ♡♡

Ahahaha! I did it! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you'll enjoy reading it 💖

LUCIFER X PERFORMER READER

Your nerves were singing, this might be the biggest performance of your whole career here in Hell. The Lucifer, King of Hell, big boss on campus, asked for your group to dance at his gala personally. This could be everything, the thing to bring your group to the next level.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you needed to make sure everything was perfect. You were fidgeting with your bottles, and palettes, making sure your makeup was perfect. Adding extra glitter to make sure you stood out and sparkled on stage.

"Alright ladies, it's time to go, break a leg everyone!" Your manager announced to the group of you. Taking a slow steadying breath you stood up. Time to go.

Lucifer sat on his throne at the far back of the ballroom, Asmodeus and him deep in conversation, just trying to catch up since he's been away for so long. It was nice seeing Ozzie again, he was always one of Lucifer's favorites and they fell right back into the rhythm of things.

"So have you been looking for any fresh meat since Lil's been gone?" Ozzie said, wiggling his brows, Lucifer blushed.

"Wha… I, no-" Lucifer stammered, he really hadn't thought about anyone like that in a long time.

"Oh come on your highness," Ozzie said with a grin, "you have to get your tail wet at some point, it's not good to be hung up over the same woman for the rest of your life."

He sighed, "yeah I know, it's just-"

Your performance had begun.

You had stepped out center stage to a single spotlight and begun to move your body to the rhythm. Lucifer was starstruck, he had frozen mid sentence, enraptured by your beauty and grace. Ozzie noticed too, he raised an eyebrow at his demon lord, grin growing ever wider.

The rest of your group had joined you on stage as the music came to a crescendo. All of you moving in time, bodies sweaty adding extra shine to the already copious amounts of glitter.

Lucifer still hadn't moved, Ozzie wasn't even sure he'd blinked, growing a little concerned he waved a hand in front of his face. Lucifer reached out and held his wrist tight to stop it from moving, it was an automatic reaction, like a robot. Lucifer held Ozzie's wrist for the whole rest of the performance.

Once your group had finished, taking a bow as everyone clapped, Ozzie leaned over and whispered, "you know I can get you her number if you want?"

"I, what?" Lucifer had snapped back to reality all at once, dropping Ozzie's wrist instantly. He was so stoopified by your dance that he hadn't even realized what he'd done.

"Yeah, they perform for me in the Lust Ring all the time," Ozzie leaned even closer, brow cocked, "who do you think suggested they perform tonight?" He grinned at his easily flustered boss, noticing the pink dusting his cheeks. The King of Hell was such a baby sometimes. "Or… I could introduce you?"

"I think I… have to go." Lucifer rose from his throne and dashed away in a panic hearing Asmodeus' laughter the whole way.

He was in a quiet hallway far from the rest of the crowd, his heart was hammering in his chest, his blood felt thick. He hasn't had that sort of immediate reaction to anyone since he saw Lillith in the garden. He placed a hand to the wall to steady himself, his knees wobbled a little.

"Are you ok?" Lucifer whipped around, and just his luck, there you were. You had changed out of your dance outfit and were wearing something more casual. Glitter still stuck to your face and hair though. He wanted to reach out and brush it away.

Instead he rubbed his hands together and noticed how sweaty they had gotten.

"Y-yeah, I'm… I'm ok." He chuckled weakly. God he was making such an ass of himself.

"Oh my god, you're Lucifer." You had looked starstruck. "Thank you so much for letting us perform here for you, it was such an honor." You bowed before him a shy smile gracing your features.

"No no, don't… don't do that." He said taking your shoulders and correcting your posture. "You were truly an experience, I'm the one who should be honored."

His charming smile lit your cheeks on fire, not to mention his hands still lingering on your shoulders. You couldn't believe how kind Lucifer was being, you could feel the butterflies in your chest.

"Th- thank you so much, that truly means a lot." You smiled gently his way.

It was his turn to blush, quickly taking his hands back and rubbing them together anxiously, when had they become so sweaty?

"Would… would you like to go to dinner sometime?"

What.

You stared, wide eyed, mouth open. He looked so shy, his eyes were avoiding yours at all costs. You giggled causing him to perk up.

"Of course, I would love to." You smiled.

"So, tomorrow at 8?" He was so suddenly very excited, he did it, asked you out and better yet, you said yes!

"Perfect!" You were grinning ear to ear matching his enthusiasm.

"I'll see you then!" He gave your shoulder a warm squeeze and promptly exited the gala.

Lucifer was standing on the sidewalk outside of the building when he realized that in all his excitement he didn't ask you for your number, he had no way of contacting you.

"Shit." He mumbled as he made his way back inside.