nice house you got there

  • You: Phil clearly made that video after reading about the moon room disscourses to let us know they don't share a room they are still keeping secrets from us after so long maybe Dan fucked up on his last liveshow look at the time 20 means 8 why is he telling so many lies what is going on.
  • Me: Phil rubbed his man nipple, thrusted his butt back and drank from a vase I am blessed.
Trauma Therapy

Therapist: you can only reconnect with yourself when your body feels truly safe

me@me: ok you’re out of the family house, you have friends, I got you a nice calm living environment and the least stressful student life possible, so where u at??…. like, what u want now?? a pillow fort with 47 pad locks?!

You’re Not My Brother


CHARACTERS: Reader, Dean, Sam, John, Sonny, Robin, Bobby.

PAIRING: Dean x Sister!Reader, Dean x Robin, Sam x Sister!Reader, John x daughter!reader.

WARNINGS: a little anglty, very slight child abuse, the reader is a little mean to Dean at the end, John being a bad parent.

A/N: This fic takes place in 9.07 ‘Bad Boys’. Feedback is gladly welcome. Hope you enjoy this and thank you for reading.

The loud groan of the Impala was heard outside the motel room. Sam and you got up from the couch to receive Dean and John and, as always, to offer them whatever they could need after the rough hunt.

The door cracked opened, John entered the room and closed it behind him.

You looked over at the door, waiting for it to open and show you your brother. Sam’s worried look was on your back, he was as quiet as you. You knew he was thinking the same as you, Dean had been killed.

You watched as John sat on one of the beds of the room and took his boots off. After he saw none of you had said a word he lifted up his head, analyzing you.

“Aren’t any of you asking me if there’s something I need?” Sam and you exchanged a look as John asked the question. You smiled at your little brother, trying to tell him everything was going to be okay. You were the oldest right now and that’s what you were supposed to do, keep him calm, at least, that’s what Dean would do.

“Where’s Dean?” you shyly asked.

John ignored you and proceeded talking “I’ve told you that whenever I come after a hunt you have to satisfy my needs… haven’t I?”

“Yes, sir.” Sam responded hesitantly.

John nodded at Sam and dropped his sight on you. “I asked you a question, Y/N.”

“I asked you a question too, Dad.” you said as you lifted your chin and straightened your posture.

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365 days of ryan ross; day 27

anonymous asked:

Prompt 18 for Carl? Maybe some smut? Up to you though lol. Love your work btw! :))

Prompt #18: “You saw me naked!”

Warnings: Language, embarrassment

Your hair drips down your back as you step out of the shower, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body. It’s been a long and tiring day of working in the garden with Maggie, and you were desperate to come home and take a nice, long shower. Thankfully, since you were alone in the house when you got home, you got to do just that.

“Shit,” You whisper to yourself, realizing that you forgot your clothing back in your room. You wrap the towel around your body a little tighter as you step out into the hallway, shivering from the coldness of the air as you walk back to your room. You’ve never been more thankful than right now that you’re home alone- you wouldn’t hear the end of it for days.

You dig through your new dresser drawers in search for clothes, hoping to find some that would be comfortable enough to wear around the house. You and the group are new to Alexandria, and you’re only just now getting used to the new materialistic items you own.

“Oh my god-“ You hear a panicked voice call out from behind you, startling you enough to make you drop your towel. You turn around quickly and see Carl standing in the doorway to your room, his cheeks beet red and looking very flustered.

“Get out!” You squeak out, embarrassed, as you throw your towel over your body to cover yourself up.

“Fuck,” Carl curses as he turns on his heels, exiting your room. He slams the door shut behind him, making you breathe out a sigh of relief.

You hadn’t known Carl was home. He was supposed to be out on the run today with Rick, leaving you alone in your shared house for the day. You didn’t even bother to shut the door as you entered your room after taking your shower, thinking that you had complete and total privacy (which was something you don’t get often).

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you realize what just happened. Carl had just accidentally seen you naked. You two have known each other for years now, and you’ve managed to avoid this exact situation for that long. You won’t deny that you haven’t thought about being naked in front of Carl before, no- you’re the same age, and you live in the same house only doors away from each other, of course you’ve thought about it before. But, never had your fantasies ever been in this context.

“Y’know, Y/N, typically if people are naked they close their doors.” Carl calls out from the other side of the door. You can practically hear the smirk on his face, making you roll your eyes. You quickly throw on a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, not bothering to brush your still wet hair as you leave the room.

“Not gonna talk to me now, huh?” Carl teases you as you open the door, walking past him. You blush, not wanting to face him right now. You’re too embarrassed at what just occurred.

“Come on, Y/N. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” Carl follows you down the hallway, so close to you that you’re practically attached to each other.

You saw me naked!” You turn around to face him. “Of course I’m embarrassed.”

You look up at him, noticing how close you two are. Your chests are pressed together, and your faces only inches apart. You realize in this moment just how much you want to kiss him, how much you want him to push you up against the wall and fuck you into oblivion.

You turn your head to the side, not liking how being in this position is making you feel. He’s your best friend, you shouldn’t feel this way about him, right?

“And if I liked it?” Carl whispers, bringing his hand up to your chin to make you face him. He’s glancing down at your lips, making you suddenly feel nervous. Is he really going to do this?

“W-What?” You stutter out.

“I liked what I saw.” Carl breathes out. “Not that I thought I wouldn’t. I think about it enough to know that I would.”

Carl leans in, his forehead touching yours as his lips softly brush yours. You’re almost there, finally almost about to kiss the guy you’ve been crushing on for what feels like ages now, when you hear the front door open. Rick and Michonne’s voice echo throughout the house, making you and Carl jump away from each other.

Your heart is racing, and from the look of Carl, so is his.

“Y/N? Carl?” Rick’s voice calls out, making you two look at each other. Carl looks at you, a smile plastered on his face.

“We’ll be down in a minute!” You call out, still not moving from your position in Carl’s arms. His lips brush your cheek as he leans down to whisper something in your ear.

Come to my room tonight and we can finish what we just started.”

The more I think about it, the more I feel like Vulture’s story is a lot more complex than what we saw in Homecoming.

I mean, the guy was the owner of a salvaging company. Since he went all-in on the Chitauri clean-up, we can assume he wasn’t doing well in the first place since he was banking on this one, particular job. He was doing his hardest to support his family but life kept knocking him down, that kind of story. Only in this instance, he’s the villain.

So Damage Control comes in and takes everything from him. Deep in debt, he goes into a life of crime to support his family and pay his massive debts.

But then, years later, we see that he’s doing amazingly well. He has a nice looking home (even Aunt May made a comment about how nice their house was) and even without knowing who her father was, you got the feeling that Liz Allan came from a wealthy family.

I can imagine Adrian’s story being that after he paid all his debts, he saw how much money he was making from selling illegal weaponry and instead of stopping, he dove deeper. He started making more money than he ever made in the salvaging business and was able to afford things he always wanted to get (namely, the house). Ultimately, that corrupted him.

Also, it just occurred to me now how perfect it is that he’s a bird-themed supervillain. He’s Icarus, he literally and figuratively flew too high (going after Stark’s technology) and paid the price. 

Good job Marvel, Vulture was a great villain. 

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Request: “Can I have a pennywise story where the reader comes to visit him and she’s like… SUPER pissed. Like about pop a blood vessel in the eye pissed. But she’s also like the calm before the storm when she walks in and penny’s like “uhhh you good?” And she just flips her shit and Penny has to calm her down and keep her from killing someone. Just some cute fluff stuff?”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Warnings: None

Today had been a horrible day for you. You had gotten your period in the morning, your cramps were so bad you couldn’t even sit comfortably because it felt like someone was stabbing and punching you at the same time, the students were super loud for no reason, the lunch was crappy. So many annoying and bad things kept happening.

But you had your friends, The Losers’ Club to keep you happy and sane. It had worked and they had made you go from mad and annoyed to happy and cheerful. That was until school ended and you made your way home alone. The gang had invited you to hang out with them after school but you passed since you weren’t feeling well.

Period+cramps meant staying in your house nice and comfortable. Those were your original plans until you got into a confrontation with Henry Bowers. Although you were beautiful and smart Henry would still find a way to torment you and not leave you alone. Any other day you would let him insult you and push you around, you would ignore it but not today.

This time it was different. When Henry yelled and insulted you, you did it back. He laid a hand on you so you kicked, punched and slapped him. When Henry slapped you you started wrestling/fighting him. All the anger that had built up inside of you from all of his torment helped you win the fight.

You decided not to go home, instead you went down to the sewers where your neighborhood clown friend Pennywise would be. You kicked the water angrily as you walked through the tunnels, you tripped and fell into the nasty water a couple of times causing your anger to rise.

Once you finally reached Pennywise’s lair you put on a fake smile as you caught his attention.

“Hello Pennywise.” You waved trying to hide your bubbling anger.

“Hey kiddo how was school?” The clown asked. 

“Great just great.” You mumbled.

Pennywise knew you were lying. He could smell your anger all the way from the streets of Derry. He knew you all too well.

“Sweetie we both know that’s not true now I’m going to sit here until you tell me what happened.” Pennywise said crossing his leg and sitting down on a nearby stool. 

The silence in the sewers only lasted a good 10 seconds before you started ranting to Pennywise about your day. 

“Okay so it all started when I got my period, then I got the most horrible cramps you could ever imagine I felt like I was going to die, my classmates were loud as fuck today in school, the lunch was horrible and I was starving. To top it all off I got into a fight with Henry Bowers because I finally stood up to him. The asshole slapped me which explains the handprint on my cheek. Basically this has been the worst day ever.” You said as you collapsed on the ground.

Pennywise walked over to you and lifted you off of the ground. 

“Okay okay calm down Y/N don’t worry you’re out of school and you’re with me you’ve made it through the toughest part. School.” Pennywise said as he patted your back.

“Yeah but I can’t believe that stupid Henry Bowers slapped me I ought to kill him.” You said standing up making your way to the exit of the sewers.

But then Pennywise threw you over his shoulders and set you down on a chair.

“No! You’re the sane one between the two of us and I ought to keep it that way.” Pennywise stated.

“But Penny.” You whined like a little kid.

“No butts I’ll teach him a lesson myself kid you will not. Deal?” He asked.

You stayed quiet for a moment but when Pennywise lifted his eyebrow you sighed, “Deal.”

“Good girl now let’s go take you home. We’re going to watch movies, eat junk food and have fun.” Pennywise said trying to lighten up the mood as he slung his arm over your shoulders.

“That sounds amazing. You’re the best alien shapeshifting clown I have ever met.” You chuckled.

“Thank you but I think I’m the only alien shapeshifting clown you’ll ever meet.”

“That is true.” You smiled as you walked through the sewers with Pennywise making your way to your house. 

Baby Liam Series - Part One


Got done early, fam.

Okay, So I guess this will be a series if you want?

Given by anon. Not gonna put it all cuz it’ll spoil it all ;) Just know, baby Liam and daddy Derek <3

This made me really happy while writing.

Rating: Do you really care? There’s cussing, that’s it =)

1710 Words 

You were out hanging with Scott and Stiles, eating at some restaurant near the high school. You were asking normal questions. How is school? Are your grades good? Any new werewolves? Y’know the normal stuff. You stuffed your face with some waffles. Breakfast just seemed like a good idea at the moment, even if it was six at night.

It was nice, until you got a call from the house phone, of course. If someone called from there, it was important. Stiles’ head shot up as he recognized the ringtone of Stewie’s voices yelling mom. Scott looked up slightly before continuing to eat.

“Momma Hale speaking.”

“Y/N, that’s how you answer the phone? Nevermind, you need to come over like right now. It’s like code fucking red.“

Scott’s eyebrows rose at the sound of Derek’s urgent voice.

"Uh, okay, I’ll be there in like five minutes.” You said before he hung up. You sighed and looked up at the boys. “Looks like I’m going to have to leave. Take forty, that should be enough for all this,” you said as you dropped two twenties on the table. “Um, Don’t do drugs, be safe, see you guys later.”

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Request: Hello there!! I’ve been craving some spooky themed stuff and I was wondering if you could do something where the reader moves into a house that’s really old yet really cheap only to find it is haunted by the ghost of the original owners’ son, Kylo?? :)

A/N: I’ve had this done for a while and wanted to post it today because why not its Friday the 13th; it came out a lot longer than expected so I split it into two parts! Enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 5.6K+

Standing under the blazing early afternoon sun, watching movers walk in and out of the home in front of you as they brought your furniture in, you let out a small breath. This was your first real home. You had been living in an apartment before and you were growing tired of sharing walls with others. It was about time you bought your first place.

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Timed Prompt (15 min)

  • Prompt: Jongin’s air conditioner goes out and he calls the company to send someone to fix it.

“Fuckin’ thing. I knew I should have bought it from amazon instead of ebay,” Jongin says as he hammers his hand down on the broken air conditioner in a futile attempt to get it started again. He gives up after messing around with it for five minutes and decides to call the heat and air company to come fix his problem. It’s the dead of summer, and he refuses to go long without air in his house. He doesn’t want to end up toasty and hot like toaster strudel. 

After calling the company, he waits. He decides to make himself a glass of wine after such a taxing task. (apparently, hitting the air conditioner takes a lot of energy) His five minutes of labor should be rewarded, he tells himself. 

He stalks around in his khaki shorts and royal blue short-sleeve button down with a glass of Merlot. His white fluffy slippers pace over the floor as he takes sip after sip waiting for the man to appear. He’s dying from the heat and is starting to sweat from the constant moving. 

It’s taking longer than he anticipated. He’s already on his third glass and the man still hasn’t shown. Just as he is about to give the company a call back, he sees the van pull into his driveway through the front window. He hangs up the phone and sips his glass before scurrying to the door to give this man a piece of his mind. 

The man doesn’t even get a full fledged three knocks on the door before Jongin is ripping it open, words of complaints on his tongue. However, when he sees the man, he stops. 

Biceps, triceps, arms, arms, arms, legs, calves, thighs, waist, ass. 

Oh god. Jongin brings the glass to his lips once again for a sip in disbelief, eyes trailing the man’s figure and never letting up. 

“You called for your air conditioner? I’m Kyungsoo, here to fix it for you,” Jongin is still sipping, eyes never leaving the man’s frame. Right now they are settled on the stranger’s groin, the tight jeans protruding out with a huge bulge, “Sir?” 

“Hmm.” he gulps his drink, “Jongin, call me Jongin.” he flirtatiously smiles. “Call me anything,” he whispers low enough for only himself to hear.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.” he gives Kyungsoo his most alluring grin before gracefully placing his free hand on the man’s bare arm. “Why don’t you come on in and get started, I’ve waited so long.” 

“Yea sorry about that,” Kyungsoo steps into his house, eyes searching around, “What a nice place you got here.”  

 “Thank you.” he says, his hand still conveniently placed on the man’s arm, guiding him further inside.

Dylan Strome - A Strome, really?

hey! i was wondering if you would mind writing a dylan strome imagine where either you’re on your period and he tries to comfort you or where jakob chychrun is your brother and he finds out you’re dating dylan (either where he doesn’t get sent back to erie or before he gets sent back) and you can decide the ending if you choose that one (jakob’s reaction) thank you so much and i love your writing!!

“NOOOOO! Where are you going this early?” Dylan grabbed your waist and pulled you back onto the bed.

“DYLAN!” You giggled at your boyfriend landing on his naked chest. “I told you I have to go see my brother’s new place. YOUR new teammate mister.” You laughed placing a kiss to his bare shoulder.

“Ugh! Okay, but only! If you promise to have dinner with me tonight.” Dylan said. 

“Deal. Love you.” You said before leaving. 


You had just found out that the Coyotes had signed your younger brother Jakob for the new season. You were beyond happy to have both of your favorite men in the same state, but the only issues was Jakob didn’t know about Dylan yet. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to tell him, it just you were worried that he was going to worry about you. You may be his older sister but his is your big little brother who knows about hockey players. 

“There’s my sister!” Jakob said once you knocked on his door. 

“Hey brother bear!” You said as he pull you in for a bone crushing hug. 

“So let me give you the grand tour.” Jakob smiled as he walked you around his new Arizona house. 

“You got yourself a nice place here Jakey.” You said taking a seat on his couch. 

“Thank you sis! Is your place this nice?” He asked throwing a pillow at you. 

Laughing you grabbed the pillow and threw it back “It’s somewhat big, mess when you guys are in town but other than that pretty neat.” You said not catching on to what you just said. 

“Why is it messing when were in town?” He asked grabbing the remote. 

“What?” You asked still not catching on. 

“You said it’s mess when you guys are in town other than that it’s pretty neat?” Jakob put the remote down and looked at you. 

Shit. Shit. Shitttt.

“I live with my boyfriend…Dylan Strome.” You said picking up the remote. 

“You’re dating a Strome…..really. Well it could be worse I guess.” He laughed. 

“Worse how?” You said. 

“You could date some one like Tyler Seguin. Man the stories I’ve heard about that dude.” He chuckled. Jakob kicked your shoe. “Does he treat you well?” 

“He does. He makes me happy.” You smiled. 

“Good. Now give me the remote!” He laughed. 


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Originally posted by werenskiz

Sunny Days-chapter 1

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary: There’s nothing left in this world that isn’t hidden and Negan just found some gems.  

Word Count: 2,802 words

Warnings: surprise there. Not much for this chapter. Some hints at daddy kink. Let me know if I need to add any. Will get explicit in the future. This will be slow burnish.

Author’s Note: First foray into fan fiction. Not sure what I am doing, but this won’t leave my brain alone. I got this idea when I started thinking about how I would like to spend my days post zombie apocalypse and the movie Blast from the Past kinda popped up in mind. I’m not meant for roughing it. It’s been 12 years since I have written anything. @negans-network thanks for the encouragement. Here’s goes nothing.

His scouts had found the seemingly abandoned house in the middle of nowhere a few days ago and swore up and down that they had seen a girl going in through an upstairs window. When they tried to climb the fence surrounding the property, they were shocked, literally, that the electricity still flowed through it. The short wall of burned walkers around the perimeter made a lot more sense though.  

How the fuck was that fence still electrified?

Negan could see the house boarded up, a flat roofed car port, and a large dilapidated barn but nothing to suggest any kind of inhabitants or fucking technology. This place looked like it had been abandoned long before the world turned to shit.

He had been hiding in the trees beyond the fenced in yard. He hadn’t seen any sign of life all day. Every now and then a walker would meander through. Lucille took care of them easily. He was about to give up for the day. He didn’t want to be out at night especially when he could be balls deep in one of his wives and then tucked into his comfortable bed.  

Well hot diggity dog. Those fucking morons were actually right.

He saw her. She climbed out the second story window, lowering a basket on a pulley attached to the roof. The pale skin of her arms and face practically reflected the sunlight. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail. She scaled the lattice on the wall until she could easily jump to the ground. She grabbed the basket and seemingly without a care in the world walked to a cluster of trees. She scoured the ground and every now and then picked up something up and dropped in her basket.

When she was done scavenging in the dirt, he watched her climb back up, pull the now full basket up and go back inside. He walked the perimeter of the fence and found what he was looking for. One tall tree with a branch over hanging the fence.

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Two Weeks: Day 1 (SETH ROLLINS)

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow

Again this was originally a simple imagine request by @m-a-t-91 but I decided to switch some things and make it more since I really liked the idea.


Reader is kinda nerdy and is constantly picked on by the school bad boy Seth Rollins but could Seth be masking his true feelings? : ANGST AND FLUFF




Y/N cringed at the sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house.

As she slowly made her way to the door she kept repeating on sentence in her mind.

Please don’t be Rollins. Please don’t be Rollins.

She put her hand on the doorknob, twisting it all while taking in a big gulp of air.

It was Rollins.

A small whimper escaped from her lips. Of course she knew it was probably him but a tiny bit of her had hope that it wasn’t. That maybe he’d stand her up on this project today and every other day.

In all honesty she wouldn’t complain. She’d gladly complete it all by herself and let him slap his name on it, taking half the credit.

“Hey Rollins.” She mumbled.

“Damn babe, nice house you got here.” Seth said, walking in, ignoring her greeting. “Your parents must be rich as fuck.”

Y/N rolled her eyes while closing the door. “Yup… just walk in.”

Seth turned around facing her. “You said something?”

“Oh, I just said, let’s go up to my room.” She said nervously laughing.

“Gladly.” Seth smirked.


In the middle of working on the project, Seth couldn’t help but steal a few looks from Y/N.

She looked extra good outside of the usual school uniform.

And the way her shirt was so tight, showing just the right amount of cleavage.

“Damn, was her tits always that big?” He wondered, not realizing he’d said that out loud until he heard Y/N gasp.

“Why are you looking at my boobs?” She half yelled, adjusting her shirt.

Seth groaned. “I’m sorry babe.” He quickly apologized then mentally slapped himself.

Is he really apologizing for being a guy? Doing what guys do?

Y/N slammed her book close, and got up from her spot on the floor, causing Seth to look up.

“And stop that!” She full out yelled this time.

“Stop what?”

“Calling me babe, when all you ever call me at school is nerd.” She pointed a finger at him. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do but I’m telling you right now, im not gonna fall for it asshole.”

Asshole? That stung.

He stood up also. “Look I should go, we’ve covered enough, I think.” He looked at Y/N for assurance and got it once she nodded. “Alright, um… bye.” He said getting his things and leaving.

“Ugh!” Y/N said plopping down on her bed. “He’s so cute.” She said without thinking.

Her eyes widened.

Did that just come out my mouth?


“I’m sorry I freaked out on you Seth.” She leaned down placing a sweet passionate kiss on his lips.

“It’s…” He groaned deeply into the kiss when he felt her hand slowly make it’s way down to his member. “…Fuck Y/N…” His breathing started to get uneven. “…It’s okay.”

Y/N pulled away from the kiss. “It’s not okay Seth. I was so mean to you.” She said in a seductive voice.

“And I wanna make it up to you.” She left a trail of kisses down his torso before stopping just before she reached his hard on.

“Just relax and let me…” She whispered before taking him into her mouth.

Seth tightly clenched his eyes closed. “Fuck I love you Y/N…” He mumbled, as he let her make it up to him.


“FUCK!” Seth, shouted as he hurriedly sat up in bed, drenched in sweat.

He pulled the covers off him, and looked around. “What the fuck was that?” He asked referring to the dream he’d just had. As he glanced down at his pants, he realized he had a boner.

He huffed before a sentence came rushing back to him. “…I love you.”

Do I love her? Or did I love what she was doing to me?


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anonymous asked:

Can I request a thing where s/o is relatively new on a job at a food place (You an choose depending on which character) and they're really nervous but the phantom thieves and Akechi Maybe Mishima (You can choose who or how many all I ask is Akira is one of them) and they just have an asshole of a customer making a fuss for no good reason

Thank you for requesting!

Rude Customer

Akira Kurusu

  • At first, you were looking for a aprt time job. It was time when you decided to try and find a job to save up. Akira blinked before pointing to the door behind him. “What about Leblanc?” He suggested.
  • Thankfully, Sojiro thought you were a nice girl and a good influence on Akira. Knowing Akira wouldn’t put an idiot in board, he agreed and let you work with Akira on some nights. 
  • It wasn’t bad during the nights. Most of the time, you’d be serving that elderly couple who liked to drop in on a regular basis, or that tired office worker who needs that extra boost. Akira would always help you out of you needed help though.
  • It was on one night when a man came in. Nothing bad had happened, he had only asked for a cup of coffee. You served him with little conversation, but it gets weird. He becomes chatty, complimenting you and asking personal questions like your name and age. 
  • Once the bill comes, he looks at you with a sly smile. “Instead of a tip, would you like to go on a date?” It was clear that the guy was years older than you, and the ring on his finger was another red flag. You shook your head.
  • “No thank you. Will you please pay the bill?” You ask in a the sweetest tone you can manage. However, he continued to ask. “Sweetheart, it’s not too much to ask. Don’t you want to see what it’s like to be with a man?”
  • His advances were getting out of hand, and you decided to speak up for yourself. “Sir, please leave. This isn’t funny.”
  • “You know you want it, why don’t you just–”
  • “Why don’t you just leave her alone?” A new voice speaks up, coming from behind you. Tilting your head upwards, you saw Akira towering over you like a guard. His glasses glinted in the light, while his gaze was overpowering.
  • All that time watching horror movies and visiting Dr. Takemi seemed to have paid off his guts, at least.
  • Threatened by the boy behind you, the man scowled and threw dollar bills onto the table in annoyance. Standing up from his seat, he exited the cafe. Once he had disappeared from view, you looked at Akira in wonder.
  • “You didn’t have to do that for me…” You said quietly, slipping your hand into his. He simply shrugged and gave you a small smile. “Don’t mention it. I’m not into sharing my girlfriend anyways.”
  • From afar, you could see Sojiro wiping a tear of joy away from his eye. He was just too proud of his boy.

Originally posted by whiplasherka

Ryuji Sakomoto

  • When you told Ryuji that you got a job at a nice little tea house, he had no problems with it. No one goes there but the elderly and it was a family friendly place, what could go wrong?
  • You suggested him to go and study there, it’s a quiet place where his mind can be put to peace. After multiple attempts of failed study hours, he decided to go along with your suggestion.
  • You happily greet him by the door, guiding him along to a table. You weren’t kidding when you said the place was calming and peaceful. After telling him to stop flirting with you, he got to work and began to read.
  • “Please stop it…” “C’mon, just a little peak!” Ryuji’s ears twitched in confusion, eyes glancing towards the side to see you glaring at customer. He looked posh, probably from an upper class family.
  • You turned around with the intentions of leaving, you were pulled back by the man. “You think you can get away, huh?” Running his hands through your exposed arm, the man grinned with amusement, knowing very well that you were uncomfortable. 
  • Before you knew it, a flash of gold hair came into view and the hand that latched onto your wrist had let you go. “What a disgusting bastard.” 
  • Ryuji stood betwen you and the man, eyes flaring with fury. The man hissed, a hand resting on his nose. The delinquent had left a painful blow on his face, along with the nosebleed that would soon follow. “What do you think you’re doing? Hiding behind a thug, huh?!”
  • “What’s your problem?!” Ryuji growled out, his voice growing louder. The man grins at him before locking eyes in with you. “You think you can get away with this? Did you forget that I’m the owner’s son? I’ll have you fired for this!” 
  • Angrier than before, Ryuji recalled the multiple times he had been taken advantage of by Kamoshida. He remembers how he had to bow down to that guy, all to save himself from getting expelled. 
  • And then he remembered how Mishima was trapped under that, and how he couldn’t do a thing until someone came to save him. You may yell at him for this later, but Ryuji snorted at the man. “Owner’s son? That’s no excuse for you to touch her when she doesn’t want you to!”
  • Grabbing your hand, Ryuji dragged you outside without a care. “We’re leaving, you don’t scare me.”
  • When both of you were finally alone, Ryuji sighed. “Sorry, babe but you should probably quit that place. That guy sickens me!” He cursed out before scratching the back of his head. “I’m really sorry.”
  • Ryuji felt much better when you decided to quit. If someone were to harass you at a work place, and take advantage of their authority, he knows that you’d be better off somewhere else.

Originally posted by tetyuzon

Goro Akechi

  • Ahh, Akechi. This can’t end well.
  • Akechi can handle rude people very well. He’s stood through all the hate thrown at him after dissing the Phantom Thieves and handled all that backlash without a word. He is a very p a t i e n t man.
  • When it came to you though, he has no tolerance. You are something precious to him, and he isn’t going to let anything harm you. Don’t worry, he isn’t going to lash out and hold a knife against the guy’s throat or something like that.
  • Akechi knew you worked at a restaurant, but he didn’t look into it too much. As long as you were happy with your job, he’s got nothing to argue with. It would be his fifth time in the restaurant when he saw you getting pushed over by a customer.
  • He had entered the place, feeling tense as he heard a clash of voices. Following violent slurs and curses, he heard your voice in the midst of it. “I’m sorry ma’am, it was an acci–”
  • “Accident!!” From the corner of the room, he saw an older woman glaring at you, itching to dig her nicely polished red nails into your distressed expression. 
  • Moments before Akechi entered,you had tripped over a crack in the flooring, spilling black coffee in front of the woman nearby. It was a shame since she wore a nice white blouse, a very expensive one at that. 
  • Kindness can only go so far, especially after five minutes of being yelled at. “This shirt cost more than your house! I’ll sue you if you don’t let me get my hands on that girl!”
  • “Please, calm down!” Akechi couldn’t stand how desperate you appeared, how stressed you were when the woman did not comply. Tears were pricking out from the corner of your eyes, supposedly from shame.
  • “You dare tell me calm down!?” The lady screeched, raising her hand. You were certain that you were going to be hit, but you were going to take it. You weren’t going to fight back, you had to be calm. You flinched, shutting your eyes to stand the blow, but it never came.
  • You opened your eyes. From above, Akechi held the woman’s hand, preventing the strike. It was then when you saw a look in his eyes that seemed so cold, unfamiliar. 
  • “Ma’am, I suggest you leave. You can get arrested for hitting someone, it’s called assault.” He said in an icy tone that sent shivers down your spine.
  • The lady hissed before cursing him, glaring at you before stomping out of the place. It was evident that she was angry, but was she willing to get arrested over it? Probably not.
  • Immediately, Akechi turned over to you and grabbed your hands. “Love, did she hurt you?” His tone was the same as before, and there was no doubt he was furious. Terrified, you shook your head wildly.
  • “No.” For a moment, he had an expression of distrust before an exhale left his lips. Regaining his composure, he looked away with a much more softer face.
  • “Forgive me, I was worried something bad had happened to you.” Releasing your hands, he musters up a smile. “Well then, I suppose I should have my lunch now.”
  • After his meal, Akechi would contemplate of tracking that lady down and giving her a mental shutdown. This boy goes lengths to make sure the unjust gets punished.

Originally posted by pyunsukee

Yuuki Mishima

  • Mishima is not one to step up in situations like these. We all remember how we first met him during Kamoshida’s time, how he struggled to stand up for himself and Suzui. 
  • Ever since Akira had completed his Confidant Link, Mishima had been trying to change that part of him. He wants to stand up for others who get beaten down mercilessly, to help those in need.
  • He didn’t expect the first person he would protect would be you, though.
  • It was your third day working at the restaurant, a classy area where the rich come and dine. Feeling bad about how he slept on a scheduled date a week ago, Mishima decided to visit you at work. 
  • He was in line for a reservation, captivated by the lights and aesthetics of the area. It suited you to be working in a place like this. You were a waitress, ready to seat you next customer. Your eyes met his, widening in surprise as he stepped up to claim a seat. “Mishima?”
  • He smiles. “Hello, S/O. I believe I have a reservation–”
  • “Step aside.” A gruff voice growled from the side, hastily pushing Mishima out of the line and taking his place. Taken aback by the rough movement, Mishima watched as an adult male looked at you with annoyance.
  • “Where’s Yachi?” Your eyes widened in shock, immediately growing pale with uneasiness. The man in front of you must be the ex-boyfriend of a fellow waitress, a controlling and forceful man. Not wanting to give away your friend’s location, you shook your head.
  • “Sir, please leave. This is a—”
  • “Where’s that bitch?! She’s here, isn’t she?” He hissed, proceeding to spit out all sorts of profanity and curses. You only attempted to reason, afraid of what he would do if you were to tell him to leave once again.
  • Mishima watched with a horrified expression, struck with fear as the man grew more aggressive with you, from insulting the waitress to cursing you. Clenching his fists, Mishima’s knuckles turned white.
  • Remember when Kamoshida always pushed Mishima and Suzui around? Everything starts flashing back to him. All the names and insults thrown at him, the way he was pushed around back then, Mishima didn’t want that to befall onto you. 
  • Suddenly, he just snaps his head towards the customer in annoyance. “If you’re going to complain, do it outside. You’re holding up business.” He hissed before immediately regretting his words. Would he get in trouble for this? Most likely. Will he get beat up in an alleyway and disappear? Possibly.
  • Awaiting a yell and a hit to the face, Mishima’s face stiffened, ready to be punished until he realized that the hit never came. The Rude Customer blinked before scowling, glaring at the two of you before walking away. 
  • At the end of your shift, Mishima clung onto your arm protectively. “Sorry if I created a scene there, I couldn’t stand it when I watched that guy walk all over you.” He said in an apologetic tone.
  • He didn’t expect for your lips to come in contact with his cheek, following a soft charming smile. “Thank you, Mishima. You saved me.” 
  • At least, he was very happy to know he was your Knight in Shining Armor that day.

Originally posted by shokugekis


I ’ m  n o t  d e a d  e i t h e r (idea by celiatully)

Lucifer x Prophet!Reader Chapter Two

Warnings: Most likely cursing, blood and gore

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural


The next day you tried to forget. You locked all your doors and windows, closed your blinds and turned off all the lights. It was hard to drink and eat. It was hard not to cry, scream, call the police. But with what you just saw, and if you were honest with the police, you’d be locked up in the loony bin.

It took you weeks to go out in public. And when you did, you regretted it. You regretted stepping outside your door and walking down the street. You regretted walking into the bookstore, because as soon as you did you noticed the windows seemed the be getting brighter.

“(Y/N), is it?” A man in a suit approached you with a nigerian accent.

You backed up slowly to the exit door. “Who are-”
“Timis.” He said and smiled. “Pleased to meet you, would you like to come with me?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” You said slowly and edged backwards to the door. “I know what you are and what you want, go away, don’t touch me.”

He chuckled at that and walked to you. “Listen sweetheart, I’m just doing my job. I don’t want to hurt you, well, I don’t not want to hurt you-”

The thought occurred to you then, and you started to pray. Castiel? Nope, no answer? Gabriel? Nope, just silence. Raphael? Silence as well. That left you with one choice. ‘Lucifer, please help me, I think I’m in trouble…’ You prayed silently and before you could finish books started falling off of the bookshelves. People gasped and then started screaming once the windows shattered. The demon looked around, unimpressed.

“Really? You think a little angel magic will scare me?” He snorted and grabbed you roughly by the arm. Suddenly his hand, still on your wrist, started slowly burning away. It didn’t hurt you but it sure as hell hurt him. He dropped to the ground, cradling his wrist, and the red glowing heat slowly spread up his arm. All inside of him was pain, his meat suit’s skin being turned inside out and his bone marrow being turned into acid. All you could do was watch as he turned into dust.

The room stopped shaking and everyone stopped screaming. They were sobbing, calling 911 and running out of the store. You just stood there for a moment, looking up at the ceiling before running out of the bookstore and back home.

It was night when you considered the thought. You couldn’t eat or sleep, you could barely drink water. For some reason you didn’t want to see Castiel. You wanted to see the archangel that was protecting you.

So you sat at your dining room table, leaving all the lights off to make it seem more welcoming. You sat in a chair, taking a deep breath and attempting to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Lucifer.” You said the word in an exhale, like you were finally admitting to yourself that he was the one watching over you. “Thank you today, for saving me. Thank you.” You said, picking at your fingers and looking at the dark surrounding you. “I’d like to meet you.” It felt like you’d just admitted a lie, anxiety building in your chest as you waited for something to happen. “I promise I won’t like, try to hurt you or anything. I… just want to meet you.”

A flicker of flame.

One of your candles on your dining room table lit up, barely illuminating the room in a soft, warm and orange glow. I felt warm, safe and euphoric. You instantly smiled and closed your eyes, the feeling in the room making your body seem to melt in sweet soft pleasure. “Lucifer?” You opened your eyes, not seeing anyone in the room with you. You got your senses back and you dropped your smile. “Are you there? Or is this someone else…” The thought made you scared, goosebumps rising on your skin and back.

The silence killed you. It was silent for minutes, but it felt like hours. You sat in the chair, waiting patiently (somewhat) for something to happen. Anything.

Then it did.

A body appeared in the chair across from you. The attractiveness of the body instantly got you alert, but it wasn’t only that. It was his presence. It was cold. So much colder than earlier. But it wasn’t an unpleasant cold, it was pure and clean, holy. He smiled softly, his blue eyes locking with yours.

“Hello, (Y/N).” He said softly, his voice smooth and comforting. It captivated you and you couldn’t help but smile back to him.

“So, you’re my…” You weren’t how to say it without offending him. “Guardian angel?”

He smiled at that, looking down at the wood table where his hands lay. He looked back up to you and shook his head slowly. “I’m not your guardian angel. There is no such thing.”

“Then-?” You were confused. Why was he protecting you?

“You are a prophet, you know that.” He started, looking you straight in the eyes. His gaze was so intense you didn’t even notice the cold bumps all over your body. “An archangel is chosen to protect that prophet from everything. Demons, angels, monsters, even other humans. That archangel was me. I’m sorry if you aren’t pleased-” He said the word like it was a burden. “With the archangel assigned to you. I have no control over it. Higher power. Either MIchael or God.”

It was a lot to take in, but you had pretty much processed most of the information earlier that month when Castiel explained it to you. “Michael? The archangel? Nevermind, dumb question. So, there’s no reason?” You asked and noticed you wanted to be closer to him, you were drawn to his presence.

“There is a reason, but I do not know it.” He said and glanced around your house. His blue eyes landed back on yours. “Humans.” He said and glanced to the poster of a t.v show on your living room wall. You blushed at that, embarrassed as hell.

“Oh, yeah, you hate humans. Forgot. Sorry you got assigned me.” You said in a low tone and pinched your hand. He probably was disgusted by you. Why shouldn’t he be, he was third in command of the entire universe and you were a mere human. A mouse compared to a lion.

He didn’t react, just kept his eyes on yours. “I do hate humans. Yes. But the bond we share, it doesn’t allow me to have negative feelings to you. In simple terms, I don’t hate you. I will protect you from any harm, and do my best to make you happy. Even though that isn’t required.”

“Isn’t required? Then why do it?” You laughed at that. This was all confusing and stupid. It made you want to cry. Normality seemed like a golden liquid now.

Lucifer just shrugged, smirking. “I like to think I’m a nice angel. And we are, somewhat… bonded.” He looked as if he was struggling for the word. He leaned back in his chair, looking around again. “Quite a nice house you got-”

“Why am I a prophet? Why me? What does ‘God’, or whatever, want from me?” You interrupted him with a shout and stood up. For a moment you forgot he was satan and just saw him as a person to vent to. He looked at you with a calm expression, letting you shout until you were done.

“To answer your first question…” He said slowly, leaning forwards so his elbows were on the table. “I don’t know. No one knows but God. To answer your second question, read back to answer one. And third, all of the above.”

You sat back down and but your head on the table, your arms cradling yourself. “Why do demons want to hurt me?”

“Demons.” Lucifer sighed, rolling his eyes. “Nasty little things. But some of them are good for following orders. Devoted to their father-” He pointed to himself. “But some are rebels, they choose to follow this new false ‘king’-” He did air quotes. “Named Crowley. He’s just a regular old demon with a few tricks up his sleeve. The demon that tried to get to you in the bookstore, that was one of Crowley’s. He wants you to decode this stupid demon tablet thing. It’s nonsense. And God decided that for some reason-” He said this angrily like he was mad at God for doing so. “I should be the one protecting you. I haven’t had a prophet to protect in billions of years.”

You kept your head down on the table and couldn’t help but sniff. You still felt like a mouse in front of a lion.

Lucifer leaned forwards on the table, looking at you. “Hey.” He said, nudging your elbow. “What’s wrong with you?”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Nothing. I want to go to bed.” It was only 12:30 pm, so he knew that was a lie. You stood up, wiping the tears out from under your eyes, and began walking to your room. You didn’t bother locking your front door, you had an archangel protecting you. You’d be fine.

Thankfully, he didn’t follow you. He just left your house, silently, disappearing like something from a movie. You laid glumly on your bed, on your side, trying to process things. Was this a good thing? No. Was it necessarily a bad thing? No. You just… wished for it to be normal again.

Things were calm for the next few weeks. No buildings crumbling around you and no random people grabbing you in the streets. You continued working in your shop, reading people’s fortunes and telling them their future.

A woman walked in, the bell above your shop door jingling. You looked up from your front table and smiled politely. Wow, she was gorgeous, the face of an angel. She long curly red hair put up into a bun. “Good evening! How may I help you?” You said cheerfully, but it was forced.

She grinned back at you. “I’d like you to tell me my future. I applied for a job at Apple, and I want to know if I’ll be accepted.”

You internally rolled your eyes. You didn’t get to pick and choose what you saw. But you smiled anyways and led her to your table alter after taking the $100 from her. You charged so much because people knew your fortunes and visions were always right.

She sat down in a chair and you sat in front of her, taking her hands into yours. They were cold. She just smiled wickedly at your surprise. You closed your eyes and cleared your mind, focusing on the feeling coming from her skin. And then the visions hit you. Blood, a head was cut off. It was stitched back on. It was her head. Then you saw the future. She was in flames, covered in flames, screaming in agony.

In shock you yanked your hands back. “Abaddon.” You whispered and stood up. A demon. You doubted she worked for Lucifer.

She shrugged. “I prefer Queen. Queen of Hell. Earth. Everything.” She stood up. “And I hear you have some tricks up your sleeve. So tell me little girl, will I get what I want? I want everything.”

You shook your head and backed up slowly, fear running through your veins. She was going to hurt you. Where was Lucifer? ‘Please Lucifer, I need you.’ You prayed as you continued to back up until your back hit a shelf, knocking a few crystals off of it. She prowled towards you, smirking. How did you think she was so pretty before? She was hideous, her face was twisted black and was covered with horns. Destruction.

“No?” She said in a fake sad tone, tilting her head and pouting her lips. “I don’t?” She asked and walked to you, her hand clasping around your throat. “I’ve had a very, very stressful day.” Her fingers tightened painfully, her red painted nails digging roughly into your skin. “And I know you have some good psychic powers. So, little girl, can you see what I’m about to do to you?” She whispered in your ear, her breath hot and painful. You closed your eyes tightly and prayed harder. Yes, you saw it. You saw your organs covering your cute little shop. Your fingers scattered around the room like eggs on easter.

You just nodded, tears leaking out of your eyes as you felt her nails break the skin on your neck. Blood trickled slowly down to your collarbone and she dipped her head, drawing out her thin tongue to taste it. She hummed in satisfaction and looked up into your eyes. “I just love taking out my anger on innocent sweethearts like you. Knowing you did nothing to deserve the pain you’re about to endure.” She hummed and threw her hand to the side. An invisible force threw you across the room. You landed on a pile of unused amythyst, the sharp pieces of crystal cutting into your back and thighs. You cried out in pain and tried your best to crawl away.

But Abaddon was having none of that. She reached her hand out and you slowly rose into the air, your feet leaving the ground. “Lucifer, please!” You screamed out as loud as you could, your voice strained and your hands at your throat. She was choking you without even touching you.

Suddenly you fell to the ground. You landed back down on your crystals, earning you more cuts and stab wounds, but it was better than hanging mid-air.

You didn’t see it happen, but you heard it. You heard the wet noise of limbs being torn apart, skin being ripped from her body, and her screams. God, they weren’t human. You put your bloodied hands over your ears and wept, begging for it to be over. You wanted to be safe at home in bed with your pets. With your kitten named Keanu, your toy chow chow named Cujo and your ball python Khal. You just wanted to be home.

And just like that it was over. You were picked up into cold arms and then you were back to your house. You heard police sirens in the distance and knew they’d be looking for you. Your life was over.

He set you down on your bed. The blood stained your sheets. You looked up at him through teary eyes, barely able to make out his figure. He put two fingers on your forehead and healed you, all of your pain gone. All of your physical pain, that is.

He kneeled beside you, pulling the hair out of your face. “I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier, I was deep in…” He trailed off and sighed. “I promise, I’ll never let anything like that happen again. I’ll stay by your side, if that makes you feel any better.” Lucifer didn’t know too many things about human emotions and all that, he was trying his best. Normally he would say, screw God and his plans. But you were tied to him and him you. Not even his hatred for his father would allow him to stand aside while you were killed.

“Yes, please.” You said in a tired voice. “And get me away from here, I don’t want the police knocking on my door asking me questions I can’t answer.” You said and he smiled softly, nodding before touching your head again.

beauty and the hybrid beast

Part 2

klaus mikaelson x reader

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