#im not used enough to compliments for this

[sturnsblogs]

IM SO SORRY

Fratboy!Chris X Toxic!Fwb!Reader

—

7:00 PM sharp, a knock at your door.

You took one last glance in the mirror, smoothing out your outfit, heart fluttering just a little before opening it. And there he was—Nathan. He looked good, all cleaned up, in a black button-up and jeans, but the way his jaw dropped a little when he saw you? That said it all.

“Wow,” he breathed, eyes raking over you in stunned silence before letting out a soft laugh. “You look… incredible.”

You smiled, cheeks warming. “You clean up nice too.”

Nathan held out his hand like a gentleman. “Ready?”

You nodded and took it, the warmth of his palm strangely comforting. He opened your door for you, let you choose the music, and even complimented your earrings—none of which you were used to. You weren’t used to being treated like this.

The restaurant was cozy, dimly lit, soft jazz playing in the background. You were halfway through your drinks, laughing at something dumb he said about the waiter accidentally calling him “sir,” when your phone buzzed.

And then buzzed again.

You tilted it slightly to the side and saw:

Chris:

you really letting him touch you?

lmao that’s cute

Chris:

you know he won’t fuck you like i do

don’t front

Chris:

bet he doesn’t even know how to make you cum

Chris:

you really wearing that dress for him?

you used to wear that shit for me

You sighed, flipped your phone over, and tried to stay present. But right before the screen dimmed, another message lit it up—one you didn’t see:

Chris:

i have your location

don’t forget that.

Nathan was mid-sentence when he stopped, eyebrows pulling together. “Hey… everything okay?”

You quickly nodded. “Yeah. Just—just ignoring someone I should’ve blocked a long time ago.”

He reached across the table, hand brushing over yours gently. “You don’t have to explain. You don’t owe anyone anything tonight. You’re with me.”

You smiled softly, fingers curling around his. “I know.”

You were mid-bite, laughing at something Nathan said about his little sister thinking you were a celebrity from your Instagram when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

You didn’t even have to turn around.

The energy changed—instantly. You felt it before you saw it.

Then came the voice.

“Well, well, well… this what we’re doing now?”

Your fork froze midway to your mouth. You slowly turned in your seat and there he was—Chris. Standing just a few feet away from your table, hands in his pockets, head tilted, wearing that smug, cocky half-smile like he didn’t just walk in and ruin everything.

“Chris?” you said, blinking like you couldn’t believe it. “Are you serious right now?”

Nathan stood up slowly, his jaw already clenching. “Yo, man—maybe tonight’s not the night.”

Chris chuckled, stepping a little closer, eyes locked on you. “She look familiar to you, Nathan? Or do you like your girls used?”

Your eyes widened. “Chris, what the fuck?!”

Nathan didn’t even flinch. “Back off, bro. You’re not with her anymore. You don’t get to do this.”

“Oh, you think you’re the upgrade?” Chris scoffed, taking a step into Nathan’s space. “You think she’s really into you? You’re just her little distraction until she gets bored.”

“Funny,” Nathan snapped, “from what I remember, you’re the one who couldn’t even keep her. So, maybe sit this one out.”

Chris’s smirk vanished.

You barely had time to stand before it happened.

CRACK.

Chris’s fist landed first—but Nathan didn’t hesitate.

He stumbled back, shook it off, and before Chris could land another, Nathan surged forward and hit him square in the jaw. Once. Twice. Chris shoved him, they tumbled into the table, glasses shattering, silverware flying. People were yelling, phones were out, chaos everywhere.

“Nathan! Chris! STOP!” you screamed, trying to push between them.

Nathan got one last hit in—right to Chris’s ribs—before you shoved your body between them, both your palms against Chris’s chest.

“That’s ENOUGH!” you snapped, voice sharp. “Chris, get in the fucking car. NOW.”

Chris was breathing hard, face red, blood on his lip, but he stared at you like a scolded kid. “He��”

“I don’t care.” You jabbed your finger at him. “Car. Now.”

Chris hesitated, then followed. Not because you asked—but because he knew better than to fight you when you were like this.

You didn’t say a word in the restaurant’s parking lot. You opened the passenger door, pointed inside, and slammed it shut behind him. He sat there, rubbing his jaw, arms crossed like a damn child.

You threw the car into drive, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you snapped, not even bothering to look at him. “You can’t just show up to my date and start swinging on people like you’re some damn alpha male—what, do you think that’s gonna make me love you again?”

He muttered, “He had his hand on your back like you were his—”

“I’m not yours anymore, Chris!” you shouted, cutting him off. “You don’t get to claim me. You don’t get to hurt people just because you’re hurting.”

He stayed quiet.

You glanced at him out the corner of your eye. He looked smaller. Less cocky. Like the weight of it all was finally pressing in.

“I should’ve left your ass at the restaurant,” you mumbled.

Chris exhaled, slow. “You didn’t though.”

You turned sharply onto your street. “Because you’re lucky I still give a shit. Doesn’t mean you get to act like a fucking lunatic.”

Silence hung between you the rest of the way home.

When you pulled into your driveway, he stayed still, not even reaching for the door.

You looked over. “Well? You gonna sit there or get out?”

He looked at you. “Are you letting me in?”

You sighed. “Only so I can clean your damn face.”

Chris sat on the bathroom counter, legs slightly parted, hands resting on his thighs. He looked up at you through his lashes, the cockiness long gone now, replaced with something softer—quieter. You stood between his legs, damp cloth in hand, gently dabbing at the cut on his lip.

“Hold still,” you muttered, trying not to roll your eyes as he winced dramatically.

“Fuck, that hurts,” he groaned, head tilting back against the mirror.

“Maybe don’t pick fights at restaurants next time.”

Chris’s eyes flicked to yours. “Wasn’t about the restaurant.”

You ignored that, reaching up to tilt his chin so you could get a better angle. His skin was warm under your fingers. A little flushed. You noticed the bruise starting to form on his cheekbone.

“Jesus,” you muttered under your breath, brushing a thumb gently along the edge of it.

“I let him get that hit in,” Chris lied.

You snorted. “Sure you did.”

He grinned at that—just a little. “You always take care of me like this?”

You swallowed. “Don’t get used to it.”

Chris leaned in, nose barely brushing yours. “Too late.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared at him. You hated how easy it was to fall back into this—the closeness, the tension, the way he made you feel like you were the only girl in the universe when he looked at you like that.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

You shook your head softly. “You don’t get to say that.”

“I’m saying it anyway.”

You stepped back a little, placing the towel on the sink, hands bracing on the counter behind you. “You’re reckless, Chris. You don’t think. You don’t care who you hurt as long as you feel better. And I can’t… I can’t keep patching you up just for you to do it all over again.”

Chris looked down at his hands. “I’m trying.”

“Try harder.”

The silence thickened between you, only the sound of the faucet dripping filling the space. Chris’s eyes met yours again.

“Just don’t shut me out,” he murmured.

You sighed, eyes softening. “Don’t give me a reason to.”

l Chris sat silently on the counter, still nursing the bruises on his face, you stepped out of the bathroom for a second—needing space, needing air. You grabbed your phone off the kitchen counter and immediately opened your messages with Nathan.

You [7:43 PM]:

I’m so sorry, Nathan. I didn’t know he was gonna do all that.

You [7:44 PM]:

I swear I didn’t invite him or anything. Are you okay?

You watched the typing bubbles pop up, then disappear. Then again. Then gone.

Finally—

Nathan [7:46 PM]:

Yeah. I’m fine.

Just didn’t know I was the second option again.

You flinched.

You [7:46 PM]:

No—Nathan, you’re not. I promise you’re not. I just didn’t know what else to do.

Nathan [7:47 PM]:

I mean, I take you out. I show up for you. And the second he acts out, it’s like I don’t even exist.

You [7:48 PM]:

That’s not true.

Nathan [7:48 PM]:

Then why am I sitting here alone wondering why you left with him?

Your heart sank. You glanced back toward the bathroom where Chris was still sitting, quiet now, probably wondering what you were doing. And maybe that made it worse—how used to this kind of chaos he was.

You [7:49 PM]:

Please don’t shut me out. I really care about you, Nathan. I do.

No response. You stared at the screen.

You [7:52 PM]:

Can I see you tomorrow? Please? Let me make it up to you.

He didn’t reply right away. But the “Delivered” beneath your last text sat there like a weight.

Then finally—

Nathan [7:56 PM]:

I don’t know.

Nathan [7:56 PM]:

I’m not mad, I’m just tired.

You sank down onto the couch, phone still in hand. You were stuck in a storm between what you had with Chris and what could’ve been with Nathan.

And somehow, both felt like they were slipping through your fingers.

You’re on the couch, knees tucked into your chest, phone glowing in your hand as your fingers move rapidly over the screen. You’re texting Nathan. Apologizing. Over and over.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he’d show up like that.”

“You didn’t deserve that.”

“Are you okay?”

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

Nathan’s seen the messages, but he hasn’t responded. The three dots appear and disappear a few times, then finally—

“He just always has to come first, huh?”

Your heart sinks a little deeper into your stomach. You don’t have a response.

Behind you, you hear Chris’s soft footsteps. You don’t even look up, but you feel him getting closer until he’s crawling between you and the couch cushions, sliding his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice so soft it barely carries. “Don’t be mad at me.”

You still don’t say anything. He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

His arms tighten around you. “You’re mad at me.”

You shrug him off a little, but he stays there, pouting into your back. “I just don’t like seeing you with anyone else. I know I’m a fuck-up, but I can’t stand it. I’m sorry, baby.”

The worst part is—he sounds like he means it. Like he always does.

And you hate that a part of you still melts when he calls you baby.

He doesn’t stop.

Chris nestles in closer, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. His nose brushes the side of your neck before he presses a soft, lingering kiss there.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again, breath warm against your skin. “I shouldn’t have shown up. I shouldn’t’ve hit him. I just—fuck, I lost it. I lost it because it wasn’t me sitting across from you.”

You shift forward a little, trying to put space between you, but he doesn’t let go.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, his lips ghosting along the curve of your shoulder now. “You looked so pretty tonight and he doesn’t even know how lucky he is to sit in front of you like that.”

You don’t say anything. You just stare at the TV—muted, blurry, something about it playing, but you’re not watching. You’re too busy trying to ignore the way his fingers slide over your waist like they still belong there.

“I ruined everything again, huh?” he mumbles, kissing your neck again. “You were happy. I saw it. You were laughing. With him.”

You tense at the reminder. He notices.

“I hate that,” he admits. “I hate when you laugh with someone else. I want it to be me.”

You pull away slightly. “Chris—”

“I know, I know,” he interrupts quickly, voice thick. “I know you’re mad. I know you don’t wanna hear this. But I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you every second, and I know I don’t deserve to say that, but—fuck, I do. I miss you so bad it hurts.”

He presses another kiss to your jaw, slow and desperate.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs again, like maybe if he says it enough, it’ll fix it. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

You stay quiet, unmoved. You don’t lean into him. Don’t hold him back. Just sit there, letting his apologies hit you like raindrops—so many, so soft, but still cold. Still soaking through.

He notices you haven’t said a word. His voice lowers again. “Please say something…”

And you finally do, barely above a whisper.

“You always say sorry, Chris.”

But you still don’t forgive him.

—

A/N- Well..yes.

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[dilfsnatcher101]

24-Hour S.R.

Warnings: cursing

Anon: This is just gonna be a little series atp

Summary: After going ghost for a week the silent man himself takes it upon himself to confront you.

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Working at a 24-hour café sounded like a good idea once. In reality? It's 12:03 AM, I’m dead on my feet, and the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the pastry counter is a lukewarm cinnamon roll and spite. This is how it’s been all week. Night shifts, no time to cook, no time to grocery shop. Not that I’ve been home enough to miss a meal anyway. Still… maybe I need to go back to the market because of other reasons.

Ghost… still wondering what his real name is. But seriously I still need my tupperwear back so I have to go see him- I mean get it. 

The record player lets out a soft screech as the needle runs out. I scramble over to change it, swapping in something jazzier, something that doesn’t sound like heartbreak and rain.

The bell above the door rings.

“One second, just fixing the tunes,” I call, slipping the new vinyl onto the deck.

A pause.

Then a voice low and gruff, dipped in something warm and dangerous.

“Where have you been?” I turn around quickly at the voice knowing exactly who it belongs to. 

“Ghost hey- wait how do you know where I work” I say making my way behind the counter as if he’d order. 

I doubt it he looks like he doesn’t drink coffee.

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, stepping closer to the counter. “Wanted tea.”

I raise a brow, hand on my hip. “You want tea?”

“I said what I said.” He sits down on one of the stools. “Please.”

I smirk. “That’s what I thought. Now answer my question.”

He groans, running a hand down his mask. My eyes trace the lines of his knuckles as they scrape along his jaw. “Do you always ask so many damn questions?”

“I work night shifts. I live on questions and coffee.”

“Christ,” he mutters. “Fine. I asked around. There’s like a hundred fucking coffee shops in this city. I found yours.” He crosses his arms making eye contact with the steam coming from the pot instead of me which was the first.

I blink. “Wow. Ghost I don’t even know your last name but you hunted me down. That Alfredo must’ve been better than I thought.”

He grunts as a response “You didn’t answer my question.”  he murmured nodding his head as a thank you for the tea. I groan shortly using my arms to show the place off.

“Ive been working these shifts every night, that’s why im not out during the day, im sleeping” I yawn dreaming about resting. 

He hums into the steam curling from his cup. “Thought maybe I scared you off. Didn’t come get your bowl back.” There’s a shift in his tone, barely there. But it’s disappointment, or something that smells like it. 

I soften, letting the sass melt just a little. “Nice try. You’re not as scary as you think you are.” He looks up sharply, like I slapped him with a compliment. Or a challenge.

“I’ve been thinking about stopping by all week,” I add, voice gentler now. “To get the bowl. Obviously.”

I turn to clean a mug before he can catch the lie in my eyes. He leans forward, elbows on the counter. “Well. Was boring without ya. Should’ve come by.” 

That almost makes me freeze

Not the words, but the way he says it. Flat, but loaded. My heart stutters, then speeds up. “You want my number?”

He blinks. “What?”

I grin. “So next time I ghost, you can complain directly.” I hold my hand out for his phone.

He hesitates, then slowly pulls it from his pocket and drops it into my palm. “You’re pushy.”

“You’re welcome,” I say sweetly, texting myself from his phone and saving his number before setting it on the counter. He’s quiet while I do it, eyes drifting toward the window. Street lights flicker outside. The road is empty and quiet, too quiet. “It’s not safe for you to work nights,” he mutters.

I raise a brow. “Excuse me?”

“No protection. No backup. You close up alone?”

I cross my arms, half off the offense, half flattered. “What makes you think I don’t carry protection?”

He looks back at me. Doesn’t answer. Just stares. And it’s a look that says he’s not asking permission. It says he’s already decided. “I’ll walk you home.” I laugh, thinking it’s a joke.

He doesn’t laugh.

“What’s funny?” he asks, deadpan.

“You don’t have to do that. It’s late, I’ve still got like forty-five minutes.”

“And I’ll wait.”

“Seriously?” I blink.

He leans back on the stool, sipping his tea like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah. Not negotiable.” I just stare at him, this man who found me through a city full of cafés, who remembered my damn Tupperware, who sits in the quiet just to be near me. Something warm settles in my chest.

“Well, I guess you can be nice.”

He doesn’t smile.

But he doesn’t deny it either.

p4

[furinapilled]

i was beingbgenuine ♡

SHUG UP NOW!!! /NSRS /LH

IM BITIJFNC U WHY R U. WHY R U 💔💥💥💥💥

[p4nishers]

no really ALL im saying is if aziraphale was infront of ME and me only and even gave me a smallest amount of attention i would've already confessed right there. wouldn't have taken me 5 minutes let alone 6000 YEARS. nuh uh. especially if he slutted me out while dressed like THAT in 1793 or rizzed me up in 1941. i may be oblivious but im not dumb as fuck and i would've taken THE FUCKING HINT. unlike SOMEONE. ugh if only i was in crowley's place this shitshow wouldn't have taken more than aziraphale's eyelashes to flutter once and i'm done for the wedding is already in full swing oh lookie here a priest appeared completely out of nowhere how odd how mysterious!! anyway we must not waste this opportunity let's just get over w it for completely normal regular reasons YEP!! nothing to see here just a perfectly regular every day wedding !! like come on man atp u gotta blame urself for wasting opportunities like that

[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[synthshenanigans]

new jash twitter photo :0

[photo for ones who do not have the app]

[reinabeestudio]

I wonder who this is. I think his name is Maroon or something

[lunaidol]

𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

(lyrics turned into short starters from various pinkpantheress songs.Anyone is welcome to make changes upon sending them to suit their muse)

"I never wanted to cause doubt in your mind"

"If only you knew the way I felt inside"

"Now, I'm by myself again"

"if I could, I would make amends"

"I must apologize"

"It's not a game, I want to change

"These days doesn't feel the same"

"I've lost so much"

"I'll figure out the reason why I was telling lies before"

"It's such a shame that we aren't the same at all"

"Take a look inside your heart, is there any room for me?"

"Would you ever take pictures of us?"

"What's the point of crying? It was never even love"

"Did you ever want me?"

"Was I good enough?"

"I don't sleep enough without you"

"If we don't speak, does that mean we're through?"

"Do you remember all the things you said to me?"

"I'm so used to saying 'I'm fine'."

"One day, I just want to hear you say, 'I like you'."

"What's stopping you?"

"I'm out here thinking about every bad mistake I made"

"Now you're pissing me off"

"I'm not attracted to you like I was back at the start"

"You're in my head so I cannot forget you"

"I had to clear my head, I think I lost the plot"

"I don't have passion the same as I did a few years before"

"When I opened my heart in front of my friends and family finally it's not what I thought."

"You melt up my body and all my heart"

"Guess I'll see you in another life"

"Say what you want, this is true romance"

"You know you got me"

"Tell me, do you view me the same? Or do you call me a stranger?"

"I don't care about the fame"

"I don't play about you"

"On a Monday, can I see you?"

"In a dream, I was dead, I only cared because I was taken from you."

"I prayed out loud, and lord, you answered me early"

[rogdona]

i did it i drew Sakira so Pinsentia won't have to stay single forever

here

she is a lunar moth and loves the smell of flowers

SHES SO CUTE I LOVE HERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

sadly i dont think shes a good fit w pisentia, sakira deserves better😭😭

[moodr1ng]

my toxic behavior is when im at the club rolling and in my "i need to compliment everyone i find pretty" moment. i purposefully avoid men that are too conventionally handsome. like even if i get the same urge to say something i think no.. theyve heard it enough. im not giving you any more.

[apostase]

big fan of characters who are very confident but self-deprecating in a non-compliment-fishing way and don't take themselves or anything seriously + are impossible to embarrass

[yakayla-withay]

anyways!

i think i am very mental ill and emotionally damaged from just wanting someone to really want to be seen with

to act like they really like and love me in public

but i would have to show them instead of being surprised and thought of and put more actionable work into

i am not worth that much work to you

you are already too tired for this relationship

you already put in too much of whatever of yourself is here

and yet when we are together in front of people, it feels like me vs everyone including you in the room

you sink into everyone else in the room, you are less mine and more of just whatever the room feels like to you

[crouchingtigrexhiddenrathian]

I genuinely think I could be a decent voice actor. I receive compliments on my voice all the time. And I use to do some voices for my friend's animations when I was younger and the comments totally boosted my ego at a young age. Im also genuinely interested in pursuing it as something Id like to do, not so much to be a big voice actor, but Id love to just do stuff pro bono to whoever for fun, I dont give a shit.

[galaxii-star]

HE HAS ESCAPED HIS CONTAINMENT AND MADE HIS WAY TO TIKTOK????????????

i draw autistic pico for a friend