#imnotsure

+ one more smol sketch because I missed him

Oc x Coco. And who will forbid me to do this? BRUH

(I hadn’t planned a hat before, so there's a mistake with the hair em..)

Also I wanted to add German subtitles, but I didn’t find the German version of la llorona ????????this is strange??????

Anyway I'M DRAWING

A/N: s o this was requested buuut I can’t find who. Anyway they wanted a Crowley x Reader songfic about Ember Island’s Creep. They also wanted 3rd person writing style. So long story short it’s my first time writing both of those things and this is trash in its purest form. (gif creds to @carelessdean)

Y/N was never the popular girl. She was a loser in high school, at work, at college, everywhere. She didn’t fit in. Ever.

Honestly, it didn’t bother her anymore. She was a weirdo, she was an outcast who no one liked. And that was fine really.

It didn’t help that she was dating Crowley, king of hell. That’s right, a king. How she managed that was a mystery to her. She wasn’t anything special, how could she be. Sighing, Y/N reached her apartment. Twisting the key in the lock she gently pushed the door open, not wanting to disturb her lover.

Crowley had had a rough couple of months, and she just wanted to make him happy. But he was irritable and not always gentle. He never yelled or hit her, but it was clear that he was stressed and tired. The only problem is that she doesn’t know how to make him happy. She’s never been good at giving gifts. And she knows that her mere presence isn’t enough to make him happy.

Sitting at a table, a loud groan is heard. Smacking her forehead against the wood, she succumbs to the bitter taste of failure. Standing and abandoning her half-eaten breakfast, she walks up the stairs to the room that she has shared with Crowley for almost a year now.

As she begins to pack her suitcase, a numb feeling overtakes her. She knows that running won’t help her, but it’s all she really knows. She ran from her oppressive hometown. She ran from her first job. And now she’s running from the only man that ever loved her.

She walks down the staircase, suitcase in hand, determined to leave and never come back. After all, Crowley didn’t need her, he’s the king of hell.

She’s almost made it to the front when a voice breaks the silence of the house.

“And where do you think you’re going darling?” Crowley’s face is a mask of calm, but panic is clearly displayed in his eyes.

“I-I have to leave. I’m a burden to you. And you just have so much on your plate recently that I figured that you wouldn’t want to bother with goodbyes.” She hasn’t turned around yet, her hand still steadfastly on the door knob.

“You thought that leaving would help me? You think that you’re a burden to me? Y/N you’re the only thing that’s kept me sane these past few months!” Crowley moved to turn her face to his gently, “There is nothing you could think, say, or do that would ever make me want you gone.” Tears were freely flowing down Y/N’s cheeks now.

“Not even if I said that the Winchesters are great people?” She smiled through her tears.

Crowley sighed, but couldn’t resist a smile. “Not even that darling.”