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365 days of ryan ross; day 27

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I love your blog SO MUCH💕💕💕 I'm always re-reading the hc and i want to request a hc with rfa+v+Saeran where Mc doesnt mind thunder and lightning during the day but like gets very scared at nigh. I'm weird in that way so i want to know how they would react and comfort her!

Not weird at all! Hope you like these.



Zen:

  • He cooked you dinner and invited you over to his house
  • When you got there, it was nice and sunny
  • But as time went…the sun went down…and it started raining really hard out of the blue
  • He steps out quickly to grab something from the convenience store across the street
  • That’s when the thunder and the lightning began
  • When he got back to his house, he noticed you were sitting stiffly on the couch and looked pale
  • He walks towards you slowly and asks if you’re okay
  • You try to pass it off as nothing, but thunder boomed and you jumped
  • You see a small smirk slip on his face “Are you…afraid of thunder?”
  • He won’t say it out loud, but he finds it kind of cute
  • He puts music on to try to block out the noise
  • He pulls you to your feet and starts dancing with you in the living room
  • You end up being so distracted, you don’t even notice the thunder and lightning anymore

Yoosung:

  • You two were playing some games at his place
  • And suddenly the power went out
  • You two were confused until you see a flash of lightning and hear the thunder
  • He feels you clutch the back of his shirt tightly
  • He kind of gathers that you’re a bit afraid
  • He calmly stands with you and finds some flashlights
  • You feel a little better with the light…until the batteries die a few minutes later
  • He feels you tense up again and he hurries to light some candles
  • The dim light and having him so close is actually really nice…and comforting
  • He even presses a little kiss to your nose and you can feel butterflies in your stomach
  • “Actually…I think this is the most romantic thing we’ve done!”
  • He says before turning to grab something and tripping on air
  • His dignity is hurt, but it’s okay because you’re laughing

Jaehee:

  • You guys were making some DIY things for the apartment
  • You lost track of time and before you know it, it’s nighttime
  • Then there’s the sound of thunder and the lights start flickering
  • Your first instinct is to grab Jaehee’s wrist
  • She grabs your arm and squeezes it reassuringly, and you let go
  • She calmly asks if you’d like some tea
  • She doesn’t even comment on how you’re shaky and a little jumpy
  • If you don’t want to talk about it, she doesn’t want to pry
  • She’ll just make sure you always have something to distract you when the thunder hits
  • Either by pushing food towards you, or making some random comment
  • It’s funny because as the storm continues, she’s running out of coments
  • “Oh! MC–er–look at the plate!”
  • It’s sweet though, so you try not to laugh
  • You feel so much calmer despite how long the storm goes

Jumin:

  • He had huge, open windows in the living room of his penthouse
  • It was the worst place to be if you were scared of lightning
  • It also happened to be where you were that evening
  • When the storm started, you tried not to be obvious
  • Jumin can sense you’re being tense out of nowhere
  • But he can’t seem to figure out why
  • Finally, he just asks you because you don’t really seem like you’re happy
  • You reluctantly admit that you’re a little shaken by the thunder and lightning
  • Thunder booms again, and you can hear Elizabeth hiss
  • Jumin scoops her up and closes the curtains
  • He places her on your lap and sits next to you with his arm around your shoulder
  • “She hates lightning storms too. You can keep each other company.”
  • You didn’t think it would work, but just petting Elizabeth and talking casually to Jumin made you forget all about the storm

Seven:

  • You were in the car with him as he drove home from your date
  • It was drizzling when you left which was fine, but the rain got heavier as it got darker
  • You get a bit uneasy as it beats down against the windshield
  • But when the thunder and lightning strikes on the horizon, you’re clutching the edge of your seat tightly
  • It doesn’t help that you’re in the middle of nowhere, so your phones are radio weren’t getting a signal
  • You’re vaguely aware of Seven pulling over
  • He shifts himself to face you and gently takes your hands
  • He rubs your palms with his thumb and just reassures you until you stop shaking
  • After it all, he just pulls you into hug
  • You just smile, “Thanks for pulling over to comfort me, Seven.”
  • “Oh…of course. And, um, I don’t mean to worry you but we have a flat tire.”
  • Despite having to spend half the night in a car in the middle of a thunderstorm, you weren’t as traumatized as you thought you would’ve been as Seven made sure you smiled intermittently

Saeran:

  • He stopped by at your apartment one evening
  • You two were just enjoying some ice cream when it started raining
  • You didn’t mind it that much since the TV was pretty loud to cover up the initial thunder
  • But lightning struck a transformer nearby and the power went out
  • Soon after the thunder boomed again and you started, making your spoonful of ice cream fall into Saeran’s leg
  • He just kind of stares at it for a moment
  • “Are you scared of thunder?” He deadpans
  • You’re scrambling to wipe up the mess while explaining that you only get antsy when it’s at night
  • He cuts you off by kissing you on the mouth
  • When he pulls away, he acts like nothing ever happened
  • But he mumbles something about you holding his hand if you need to
  • For once in your life, you’re thankful for your fear

V:

  • You’re at his apartment when the storm comes out of the blue
  • You jump as soon as the thunder starts, and he can already tell you’re frightened of it at night
  • But he tells you to wait on the couch and he fetches his camera
  • He points it out of the window and snaps a few pics
  • He returns to you on the couch, placing an arm around you to comfort you a little
  • He shows you the picture of the lightning and describes it with such beautiful words
  • His description pretty much coaxes you
  • You even manage to stand with him by the window and watch a few strikes of lightning before you can’t stand it anymore
  • After that, he makes some tea for the both of you and puts the music louder so you two can cuddle peacefully on the couch 

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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.”

Baby Liam Series - Part One

Pt.1

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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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. 

“LOVE YOU TOO.” 

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. 

-Julianne 

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can’t believe i got this for only 10 gems?? what a Deal

Preoccupied

Okay, so what if y\n forgot Harry’s bday and he feels hurt and y\n tries to make it up to him in a non sexual way,like making him breakfast in bed or giving him a homemade gift!

As I said, I didn’t even realize what the date was when I scheduled this one, but it’s about as close as you can get to Harry’s actual birthday (it might actually be the 1st in some places). It was a complete coincidence…I’m not clever enough to plan it.

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You hadn’t meant to forget; it had kind of just happened.

You still felt as though you were trying to catch up on all the work that you had been putting off over the Christmas break, and you had celebrated with Anne and Robin and Gemma a few weeks ago back in London, so for some reason, your brain had you convinced that Harry’s birthday had already passed and today was simply another normal day.

You had gone to work early that morning, leaving a sleeping Harry in your bed and giving him nothing more than a quick kiss on the forehead before you scurried to the shower and then out the door before he was even awake.

It didn’t even cross your mind throughout the day that today was February 1st. You and Harry had been together for several birthdays by now and you knew that Harry wasn’t one to text you and be all, “Hey, remember today is my birthday.” If anything, he would try to avoid the subject as much as possible because he didn’t want anyone to make a big fuss about it.

But he still enjoyed when you made a big fuss over him; he blushed every single time you gave him a compliment and any amount of extra love – whether it be physical or simply words – always made him blush and giggle and pull you close so he could snuggle. Birthdays might not have been the biggest deal in the world to him, but he still appreciated the effort that anyone put into the day for him.

You had done nothing; you were officially the world’s worst girlfriend and you didn’t even realize it yet.

You got no texts throughout the day from him; you assumed that he was in meetings with Jeff or simply wandering around LA doing errands or doing some writing. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you not to text each other while you were both busy, unless you needed something. You hadn’t meant to stay at work as long as you had; it was well past dark by the time you finally packed up and said goodbye to your boss. You were starving, but you chose to wait until you got home to perhaps order some take out with Harry and spend the rest of the evening plopped down in his arms – perhaps in a nice bath – and talk about your day.

The house was dark when you got home and you quickly realized that Harry wasn’t around. You sighed, throwing your stuff down on the couch and flopping down on the cushion. You were still starving, but you didn’t know what time Harry would be home, so you opted to eat without him, rummaging around in the fridge until you found enough ingredients to put together an average meal that didn’t require a lot of work.

It wasn’t until you were wandering around the house with a sandwich in your hand that your eyes finally fell on something that made your heart drop. You happened to be walking by a stack of Harry’s books and papers and the edge of a calendar stuck out from the side. The first day of the month was circled in big, red pen and, although there was nothing written in the square, you immediately knew what it meant.

Today was the 1st. Today was February 1st, and it was Harry’s birthday and you had completely forgotten and done absolutely nothing for him.

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Lucifer x Prophet!Reader Chapter Two

Warnings: Most likely cursing, blood and gore

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Notes: YOU FINALLY MEET YOUR BABE YAY

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.

@multifandom-slytherin
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: Language..no 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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I’m starting to build a borrower house, but I quickly ran out of ideas.
Do you have any tips?

@elswere-1 this is so cool! You’ve done a nice job so far, i suggest adding another room on the left on the first floor, next the one you already built ^^ If you own some tiny furniture you can place it and you can paint the floor and the walls to make it more coloured 👌
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I ’ m  n o t  d e a d  e i t h e r (idea by celiatully)

beauty and the hybrid beast

Part 2

klaus mikaelson x reader

word count: 438


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Nanny and single parent-Zayn AU

Summary: you are the new Nanny. 

Smut: Yes 

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I hope you like it 


Help wanted:live in Nanny. Requirements are; at least something of early child care, and first aid. Will be a nanny to a 6 year old girl, you will be doing housework, making meals, laundry, picking/taking up from school, homework help; and if you do go to school we will arrange what will need to be done. Includes room and bored, with a family car and the pay starts off at $20 an hour Thank you, if you are interested please contact me by email.

-Mr.Malik

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Harry Styles - Meet At After Party Imagine - Part One


[Enjoy! I didn’t go sexual with the ending, I kept it cute because that’s how I would picture something like this going with Harry but maybe that’s just me.


Part Two and Part Three]


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Stay

Originally posted by kellylambert01

Imagine: Being friends with benefits with Kozik, until you can’t hide your feelings anymore.

Contains: Fluff, smut

Word count: 1477

A/N: Because I needed more Kozik imagines in my life.

You moved back to Charming 3 months ago. You left because of your boyfriend, your ex-boyfriend now. At first he was really sweet, until he lost his job and became just very rude. Not abusive, but just not nice to you. You felt yourself losing your feelings for him. And when you and him broke up, you realized how much you missed Charming. How much you’ve missed hanging around at the clubhouse. So you packed your stuff, and got yourself a nice house in Charming.

The first thing you did after unpacking everything, was getting into you ca rand driving to TM. You missed talking to Gemma. She was always so supportive and was always there for you when you needed someone. She became like a mother to you.

And when you pulled in at TM, parking your car there, you saw that it wasn’t just SAMCRO hanging out there, around the clubhouse. You noticed that the Tacoma charter was there too. As you got out of your car, you saw Gemma walking towards you.

“Y/N! You’re back?” she asked as she hugged you.

You nod. “Yes, and I’m staying.”

She smiles. “Good, we’ve missed you having you around here.” She grabs your hand and leads you towards the Sons. “Let’s tell the guys that you’re back.”

Everyone you already knew greeted you or hugged you tight, telling you how much they’ve missed you.

“Why did you come back?” Happy asked you.

You smiled at him. Before you left, you were close friends with him.

“I broke up with my boyfriend. He was being rude. And when I left him, I realized how much I missed Charming, how much I’ve missed you guys.”

“Well I’m glad you’re back now.” He said before he pulled you in for a hug.

Eventually you’ve greeted all your old friends, when suddenly a man with blond hair from the Tacoma charter walked up to you. He looked extremely handsome.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here.” You say to him as he stands in front of you.

He flashes a grin at you and you feel your knees get weak. Damn, he was cute.

“Probably, since I’m from the Tacoma charter, I don’t come here often.” He responds. “I’m Kozik, nice to meet you, by the way.” He offered you his hand.

You shook his hand and smiled. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.”

You were not looking for love, but a little bit of flirting wouldn’t hurt you. “Wanna grab something to drink?” You ask as you start walking towards the clubhouse.

He follows close behind you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Sounds like a great plan.”

You’ve spent the rest of the day talking to him, getting to know him. When Tig entered the clubhouse, you saw them both flashing angry looks at each other. You frown and asked him what was going on. He shrugged and told you that it didn’t matter so you let it rest. Eventually he told you about wanting to transfer to SAMCRO.

You eyes grow wide and you almost choke on your beer. “So you’re staying here? In Charming?” you ask him.

He nods. “Yes, and it would be nice to have a friend like you around here.”

You smile at his words. “Sounds good.”

And so you guys ended up hanging around together almost every day. He was great to talk to and he was such a nice person. Even after a week you ended up patching him up when he got in a fight with Tig. You had raised your eyebrows at him, remembering him telling you that whatever was between him and Tig didn’t matter, but clearly that was not true.

The more and more you got to know him, the more attracted you were. The sexual tension between you two was impossible to deny. But you had to remind yourself not to rush into a relationship. You had to think about yourself, to take care of yourself, no matter how great Kozik was.

But it didn’t even take longer then a month before you both got drunk at another party and he started kissing you. You weren’t thinking straight anymore so you just let it happen. You ended up in his dorm, naked, in bed with him. And it was an amazing night.

When you both woke up the next morning you decided that the sexual tension between the two of you couldn’t just be ignored, so you decided to start being friends with benefits. And it wasn’t until last week that you’ve realized that you did fell for him.

The way he laid beside you in bed, whether it was in his dorm or at your place, you loved waking up with him. You loved his kisses, the way his lips moved against your neck or the way his strong arms held you at night. The compliments he likes to whisper in your ear. You loved all of him and it scared you. What if he didn’t feel the same way?

Right now you were looking for your shirt in Kozik’s dorm. He was still laying in bed, sleeping. A blanket covered his lower half, but his chest was exposed. You can’t help but let out a sigh. He looks so good. Then you notice the hickeys on his neck, which you gave him. Last night was just another night you guys hooked up. And again it has been an amazing night.

You found your shirt, pulled it on and walked towards the door, opening it, as you heard Kozik waking up behind you.

“Where are you going Y/N?” he asked, you heard the sleepiness in his voice.

“Just heading back home.” You explained.

He let out a sigh and sat up in his bed. He looked at you with puppy eyes. “Stay.”

You bit your lip. How much you’ve wanted to crawl back in bed again, having his arms wrapped around, you were not sure if it was the right thing to do, now that you were struggling with your feelings for him.

“Y/N, please.” He said

You sigh and silently cursed yourself, before pulling your shirt and jeans off and crawling back in bed. He immediately wraps his arms around you pulling you against his chest.

“What’s the matter Y/N?” He mumbles in your hair, his lips against your head. “You’ve been so off lately.”

“Koz..” you start. Should you just tell him? You can’t just hide your feelings forever. Maybe he was the right guy for you. Maybe you were meant to be back in Charming, in his arms. “I think I love you…”

It stayed quiet for a while, and you were ready to leave his bed, feeling your tears burning behind your eyes. But as soon as you start moving away from him, his grip tightened. One hand grabs your face, making you look at him. A tear rolls out of your eye.

“Y/N.. Don’t cry.” He says, wiping away your tear. “I love you too.”

You push your lips against his, and he answers your kiss hungrily. His hand are roaming over your body, tugging on your bra and panties. You reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, taking it off. He takes your breast in his hand and rolls over, so he is hovering over you.

You nibble at his lips and dig your nails in his back, causing him to moan. He helps you get rid of your panties as he places kisses in your neck, occasinally biting here and there, which made you moan out loud.

Eventually you wrap your legs around his waist, rolling your hips to meet his hard member. He groans and adjust himself for your entrance before pushing in. You arch your back and moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Kozik moans as he starts moving. You start kissing his neck and as soon as he picks up the pace, you carefully bite his shoulder and scratch his back. His hand reaches down to rub your clit and you feel yourself getting close. “Let go Y/N.”

You moan out his name as you find your release, digging your nails in his broad shoulders, him soon following after you, moaning your name in your neck and placing a kiss there.

He rolls next to you, both of you trying to catch your breath. You lay your head on his chest, and your hand is drawing circles on it. He grabs your hand, starting to kiss it. Going from there, up to you arm, to your neck and eventually your lips. You smile into his kiss. You are so glad you finally confessed your feelings.

“I’d love to have you as my Old Lady.” Kozik suddenly says.

You look up to him, shocked, before smiling at him. “I’ll be your Old Lady.”

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She’s not me (Stiles x reader)

🔸Request : Stiles imagine where he is dating the reader but the reader thinks he is cheat on her with Lydia (which he’s not) and they fight, but make up and Stiles tells the reader how much he loves her and it ends up with cuddling and watching movies.

🔻Song: She’s not me pt1&2 by Zara Larsson
https://open.spotify.com/track/2QRIcuedP1GlMiCgqToDgF
🔹It will be better if you read it while listening to the song .

🎶Lyrics :
She doesn’t love you like I do
She doesn’t have my name
However she tries to act like it
She’ll never be the same

Does she make you feel wanted like I did
Make you feel like you’re the one thing that matters
You let her head rest on your chest
But when you close your eyes

You’ll be seeing my face again
I’ll be crossing your mind
You’ll be dreaming on places we went
And then you’ll wake up to find

That she’s not me
She’s not me
She’s not me
Remember
That she’s not me
Mmmmhhh-uuuuh-yeeaah
She’s not me
She’s not me

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I close my eyes and take a deep breath ,“Just one more page and this will be over.” I repeat myself that phrase almost every 5 seconds , my neck starts to hurt .
I guess it’s due to the 2 hours I’ve spent trying to memorize the theory about The Light Spectrum .
“Fucking Physics, I hate you …” I complain passing the page , sigh . I take a fast glance at my phone . 9:30 , it says and there’s no message or missed calls.
‘Stiles told me that he was going to come help me study after finishing looking for something with Lydia . I guess he forgot , or they hadn’t find anything .’
I decide that’s better to make sure both of them are alright ; I take my phone and call Stiles . After 5 tries he didn’t answer , the same thing happens with Lydia .
I call Scott ,

I take my car keys from the bedside table , stand up and open the door of my room .
“Y/N , where are you going ?,” my mom asks following me downstairs ; She seemed tired .
“I’m going to Stiles’s for a book , I’ll be back soon …,” I say opening the front door .
“Okay , but Coke back soon . Love , do you have any idea where’s your brother?,” She asks . “I guess he must be with Kira , you know .” She nods and walks over me .

Mom embraces me in a warm hug and kisses my forehead ,“Don’t take too long out there , be careful . ” I mutter an ‘always’ ; she lets me go .
“Bye..,” I say before closing the door behind me , and getting into the car .

15 Minutes later …

I pressed the ring button but no one showed up to open . I took out the keys Stiles had given me in case of emergency, or if I wanted to play him a secret visit .
I giggle a little and put the key inside the doorknob , I turn it to the right side and in question of seconds I am inside his house .
“Stiles , are you here ? , Lydia?,” I say looking at each place of the house . But there’s no one , I re-scan the place . Well , I hadn’t checked on my boyfriend’s room , so I go there .
The door was closed , but I hear some small sounds inside the room . I get ink the room , and find myself with something heartbreaking.
Stiles was sitting on bed with Lydia , their lips were touching and she had her hands in his cheeks .
I stayed there in shock . Lydia broke the kiss , and Stiles looked down . It was as if he was trying to recover his breath ,She looked at me apologetically.
“Y/n , this … He was ,” She starts saying but I stop her .Stiles looks up when he hears my name , We are staring into each other’s eye . He says nothing for a while , so I decide to leave .
“Have a nice life ,” you shouted before leaving the house .

As soon as , I got into the car your turned on the motor , Stiles got out of the house and tried to stop me .But I was more fast and left before he could explain himself .


Tears were rolling down my cheeks , and I didn’t care . ‘I am having a bad time , but I’ll get over it soon. You are strong Y/N,’ I thought.
I parked the car , and got into the house ; my mom had already left for her night shift , and Scott hadn’t returned from Kira’s.
I went into the bathroom , took of my clothes , filled the bath tube and got inside .
Taking a bath , has always helped to calm down my nerves . I move my head backwards and tried to remember about everything Stiles and I have been through .
After everything, he still wants her . If he was going to do that … He shouldn’t have tried to have anything with me . She’s beautiful, she’s perfect …

I sigh , the tears start again . I pass a hand through my wet hair and stand up .
Take a towel and cover up my body .
I go to my room and put on my pjs . When I’m over with that I look for a hairbrush to take care of my hair , that’s when a listen a crack in the window .
I turn and see Stiles getting inside it , I roll my eyes .
“What do you want ? Are you already tired of Lydia ?,” I say . Stiles walks to me and tries to take my hand , but I move back and don’t let him take it .
“Don’t, don’t even try to play with my heart again . I am going to ask you to leave .” He shakes his head .
“Y/N , that’s not happening . See …” he says but I interrupt him .“Look , you are Scott’s friend but this is also my house , I don’t want to see you .”
“Gosh , y/n ! . Let me talk !,” He says exasperated. I roll my eyes again , and sit .
“Do it then ! Tell me your silly excuse ! … You still love her ?! That you never loved me ?… That she’s the one for you . That she’s perfect … Just tell me that it’s over and safe yourself some dignity at least ,” I stand up and point at him in his chest.
“No ! No! No ! ,” he shouts . “Then what ?,” I screamed back .
“I had a panic attack , okay ?! . A fucking panic attack that I’ll never forget for the rest of my life ,” he says and I look at him unbelievable.
“Because she kissed you , right ?,” I say harshly.
“No , because it almost costs me to lose the love of my life …” He says and I’m confused by the last thing 'to lose the love of my life.’
“The only reason why she kissed me was to hold my breath , apparently that thing helps . And it did …anyway , you don’t care about that . The only thing you care about is that stupid kiss that meant nothing to either of us ,” he says and looks down .

I think of everything he had said , “are you sure it meant nothing ?.” He glances at me and nod ,“ she’s not you , y/n . And she will never be ,” he says and tries to hug me .
I don’t stop him and rest my head in his chest . Stiles closes his eyes and repeats again ,“she’s not you , and she will never be . I only have one true love and that’s you , she’ll never be .” He opens his eyes and kisses my forehead and both cheeks .
I smile and squeeze his hand .

I make Stiles sit on my bed and turn on the tv, then I turn off the lights of my bedroom and get into the bed with him .
“What are we doing?,” he asks . “You’ll see …”
I put a movie in Netflix , “I’m liking this …’ He says and kisses my lips softly .
I smile and fix my position , so we end up cuddling .

An hour later I was already falling asleep, the last thing I heard was Stiles saying 'I love you , you are the only one . Remember that ,” and then I was lost in another world . Not Wonderland , not Neverland … But one in which it was only Stiles , I and my family and friends happy .

popcorn

More DILF!Eren/pining!Levi! Sorry this took me so long.

I’m using matsumoto-ruki‘s idea of “movie night.”

~3k, PG-13.


The first Friday of every month, barring holidays or competitions, is movie night. Coach Hanji started it as a team building exercise, a way for the girls to bond. Well, the girls and Levi. It’s not that he hates being the only boy on the team, it’s just that he is outnumbered and dismissed. The girls love him and accept him as their own and he begrudgingly tolerates their affection. He knows he’s the best lifter of the whole team. Isabel is their flyer and she refuses to work with anyone else because she knows Big Bro will always catch her. Yet, would it kill them to pick a different fucking movie? There were only so many times he could watch Bring It On without wanting to stab something.

This time, Levi dragged Farlan to “chick flick night” as Farlan calls it, but Farlan is far too interested in flirting with Jenny Finkel to be very good company, leaving Levi annoyed and bored. Isabel huffs over Farlan’s flirting, saying, “She’s isn’t even interesting!” but Farlan insists that there are two very interesting things about her leaving both Levi and Isabel to roll their eyes.

As these nights are usually held at the Jaeger residence, Levi finds himself leaving the party downstairs to join Mr. Jaeger upstairs. He hops up on one of the barstools and put his chin in his hand watching Eren mess around in the kitchen.

“Oh my god, Dad!” Isabel shouts from downstairs. “Hurry up!”

“What was that, Pistol?” he calls back, a touch of fatherly admonishment in his voice.

Isabel can’t see his face, but she knows that voice. Levi loves that face. Eren’s bushy eyebrows raise as he waits for her to respond with a more respectful tone and he looks over at Levi as if to say, “Can you believe this kid?”

“I mean…uh…please, Dad! You make the best popcorn, Dad,” she backpedals by way of apology.

“Goddamn right I do,” Eren mutters to himself and Levi lets out a little snort.

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anonymous asked:

2-He sad this about Jonny lee miller: "i did say [to Jonny], 'Well, I’d prefer you didn’t do it but you’ve got a kid to feed, a nice house in LA and a wife to keep in good clothes.' " Its like whenever he tries to do mean snarky jokes he ends up predicting his future.

Very observant 😄 I haven’t thought about that yet but I can see your point.
Did he say anything about split announcements? 😂